#to then go to my boss and hear how I’m doing everything wrong and need to fix everything

[vanity-complex]

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[wendysimp]

Make You Stay.

Kim Chaewon X Male Reader

Smut & Fluff!!

BossChaewon, AssistantY/n

Short smut as I’m trying to get back into the flow. I apologise for any errors. Just trying to get rid of the cobwebs.

(Y/n’s POV)

*Phone Rings*

This has been the 15th time she’s called me today! I sighed softly as I pick up my phone. I have a lot to do today!

“Yes Ma’am?” I answered with a calm tone.

“I need you in my office immediately.”

“I need to get a lot done, can it wait ma’am?” I asked politely but no reply. “You there ma’am?” I asked again but she hung up.

Hmm, that’s a little weird. Anyway, I need to get all these documents sorted as well as take a couple phone calls and a meeting to top off the busy day. I’ve been working here for almost for almost 6 years and I was really young when I started.

The boss of the company is surprisingly the same age as me. My boss isn’t just anyone. I’ve known her since high school but I never really talked to her or anyone back then.

Her family is well known, hence that’s why she’s my boss in the company, but I didn’t know that until I got into this business and learned more about them.

*Door Opens*

I sighed. “Who-,” As soon as I see Miss Kim, I get up from my seat and bow. “What brings you here ma’am?” I asked her with a soft smile.

“We need to talk Y/n.” She walks over to my desk and crosses her arms together.

“Sure ma’am but I really need to get these documents sorted.” I tell her softly. “It’s important.”

“That can wait. I’ve been hearing from the other employees that you’re planning on leaving the company?” She tells me.

Fuck! She wasn’t supposed to know that yet! Why can’t people just shut up? Ugghhh!

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about ma’am.” I chuckled awkwardly.

“Just tell me the truth Y/n. What’s going on?” She asks but this time it was soft. It’s weird because she’s never used that type of tone to me before. She doesn’t really show emotion.

“Y-Yes ma’am. I plan on leaving the company soon.” I admitted.

“But why?! Y-You can’t leave! You’re my assistant!”

“Ma’am, I’ve found someone that’ll take my place and take care of you. So know that you know, I want to tell you personally that I will be resigning from the company.”

(Kim Chaewon’s POV)

“I want to tell you personally that I will be resigning from the company.” His words echoed in my head. I didn’t know what it was but I felt something after he said that. I feel like I didn’t want him to leave for some reason.

“W-Well, what if they’re a terrible assistant? Y/n, you’re the best assistant I have!” I try to convince him. Why am I… desperate for him to stay?

“I’ve taught them everything already! Even how you like your coffee so don’t worry ma’am.” He just smiles softly.

“W-Who is it at least?” I asked.

“Miss Huh.” Huh Yunjin? Ughh, I have to find a way to make him STAY!

I look at him and I haven’t really focused much of his face. He’s… pretty handsome. Oh gosh! What am I thinking? I gotta stop! What’s going on with me? I shake my head to bring me back into reality.

“Come on.”

“I can’t just leave-,”

“I’ll get someone to do it. Let’s go.” I hear him sighed as he finally gave in. I called someone in to take care of his work. “You ready?”

“Where are we going ma’am?” He asks as he puts on his jacket.

“Let’s go get some ice cream.”

———

Time Skipped~~

- At the park.

“I appreciate the ice cream ma’am.” Y/n softly spoke.

“You’re welcome, and please just call me Chaewon outside of work.” I tell him.

He nods. “Okay ma- Chaewon.” It’s the first time he’s ever called me by my name since working together.

“What makes you want to leave?” I asked him catching him off guard with my sudden question.

He looks up, gazing at the sky. “I just… want to be free.” He answered and I look at him a little confused.

“Free? So you didn’t like working in the company?” I asked but he shakes his head.

“No it’s not that. Don’t get me wrong, I really love working here… but it sometimes becomes too much. Like there no room to breathe.” I sat there as I listen to him open up. He’s been holding in a lot from what I’m hearing.

“Was I horrible? As a boss?” I asked curiously to see how he felt with me.

“Of course not Chaewon! Sure, you can be too much here and there,” He chuckled softly. “But you definitely weren’t the problem. I love having you as my boss.” He says and I blush at that.

“That’s good to hear.” I smile as I felt the butterflies in my stomach. “But what do you mean by you want to be free? What will you do after you leave?”

“Hmm, i haven’t really thought about that if I’m being honest. I guess explore. Hopefully experience having a girlfriend since I never really have time, make friends or find new hobbies. Just have a good time you know?” I nodded at his answer.

I’ve never heard him speak so passionately about something. It’s gonna be hard to convince him to stay.

“Is there or was there a way to make you stay?” I took the chance to ask him.

He takes a moment before answering. “No.”

I sighed softly. I have to find a way to make him stay.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you home.” I stand up and extend my hand out to help him up.

“You don’t have to do that Chaewon.” He takes my hand as he gets up.

“You’re right, I don’t. But I want to so let’s go.” I tell him and he nods. We get in my car and I drive him back to where he stays at. I parked the car on the side and he looks over at me.

“Thank you Chaewon. For the ice cream and the talk. I enjoyed it!” He smiles. His smile is so adorable.

“No problem. We should do this more often don’t you think? After work we hang out?” I suggested.

“I would like that. Stay safe on the way home Chaewon.” He says as he exits the car. He bowed before leaving to head inside.

As I watched him, my heart just felt something I’ve never felt before. A-Am I starting to develop feelings for Y/n? For my own assistant? What is happening to me?

———

(Y/n’s POV)

It’s almost been a month. I’m honestly gonna miss working here. Chaewon and myself have gotten to know each other more. I guess you can say we got closer each time we’d hang out after work hours are done.

I remember Chaewon being so cold and real serious about work, but now… she’s changed. In a good way though! I guess I judged her too much. I really like this Chaewon better if I’m honest.

*knock knock*

��Come in!” The door opens and I smile as I see Chaewon enter my office.

I stand up and bow. “Hello ma’am. What brings you here?” She looks really beautiful as always… wait whaa?

“You can call me Chaewon in and out of work Y/n.” She giggled cutely.

“Sure Chaewon. So is there anything I can do for you?” I asked as she sits down in front of my desk.

“Let’s have a movie night at my house tonight!” She says. She’s inviting me over? I never expected that at all.

“Are you sure about this ma’am?”

“Chaewon.” She corrects me.

“S-sorry. Chaewon.”

“Of course! It’ll be fun. I’ll send you the address and bring some spare clothes since you’ll be staying the night.” She leaves before I could even get a word out.

Staying the night? W-What on earth is happening? My boss is inviting me over to HER HOUSE, to watch a movie together… and also SLEEPOVER! The change in Chaewon… I’m kinda liking it… and I think I’m starting to like her!

Time Skipped~~

I made it! Here in front of my boss’s home. Or should I say castle. This place is fucking huge! I ring the doorbell as I wait for a few seconds until I see the door open up.

“Hi Y/n!” She smiles brightly.

I haven’t said a word. My mouth slightly open as I look at her. She’s so… I… she’s… pretty…

“Y/n you really shouldn’t look at your boss that way.” She teased and giggled.

I blushed hard, trying to get myself together. “S-Sorry, I-I was just… anyway let’s get the movie started!” I give an awkward smile then walked straight in.

(Kim Chaewon’s POV)

This boy is so cute! I said it! I have real, deep and genuine feelings for this guy! I’m sure gonna miss him. It makes me sad when I keep thinking about him leaving. It’s been on my mind for the last 3 weeks. Something about him just made me fall.

We head inside and I help him with his things before we head to the living room where I have everything set up. The movie is ready, the snacks and drinks. I hope he’s okay with romance films.

“You’re okay with romance films right?” I asked him softly as he gets comfortable on the couch.

“Of course! What are we watching?” He asked me.

“Honestly, I don’t even know.” I giggled “I guess I just picked one out and hopefully it’s good.” I say causing him to laugh cutely.

“Let’s hope. Okay, let’s get started!” He says and I nodded as I sit beside him while the movie starts.

———

Shocker. The movie sucked and I fell asleep. I then felt myself getting carried by Y/n which caused me to wake up but I pretend to sleep as I had the biggest smile on my face.

He carries me into my room and gently lays me down on the bed. He tucks me in, gently adjusted my pillow then felt a soft kiss being placed on my forehead. My face heats up as I turn into a blushing mess trying to calm myself down. It was quiet until I heard him speak softly.

“C-Chaewon? I’m really gonna miss you. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to work for the company. I will always keep those small moments like where you would scold me for my little mistakes on the first day of being your assistant.” He giggled softly and quietly and I just smile in my ‘sleep’.

“I hated you at first, thinking you had this big ego but really? You’re real sweet and caring and I completely blame myself for thinking of you that way. Deep down, you’re the best boss I’ve ever had.” This boy!!! “But I want to get real. Tell you how I feel… about you.”

My heart starts to beat faster and I felt kinda nervous. W-What’s he about to say? Is it bad? Is it good? Gosh! I hope it’s nothing bad.

“I think I’ve fallen for you!” His words sent a shiver down my spine as I felt my heart go crazy. H-He fell in LOVE?! WITH ME?! “It’s crazy right? Falling for my own boss?”

I can’t take it anymore! “It’s not crazy.” I say and open my eyes then look up at him.

“I-Oh! Chaewon, I-I’m sorry I woke you up I-.” I grabbed his hand making him go silent. I sit up and move closer to him.

“I’ve fallen for you too Y/n.” I smile at him as I look into his eyes. This time, no awkwardness. We both felt very comfortable.

“Chaewon…” He whispered.

“Y/n… kiss me.” I bite my lip gently.

“A-Are you sure about this?” He asks nervously.

“I really don’t like how you talk to your boss.” I whispered seductively as I move closer.

And with that, he slowly leans in as he kisses me. His soft lips against mine. It felt special, it felt like heaven. I kiss him more deeply as I felt the moment getting hotter. His hands move down to my hips as mine flows through his hair.

“Y/n… I want you.” I look into his eyes with love… but also lust.

“I’ll take care of you. I always will.” He whispered which made me feel so safe and comfortable. I smile even more as I kiss him again.

Our hands move naturally as we both start to take each other’s clothes off, throwing them on the floor. I felt his warm body against mine while I feel on his muscles. This boy… so fucking sexy!

“Fuck Y/n! Have you been hiding this the whole time?” I smirked as I tease him by sliding my hand gently down his abs. He blushes. “Lay down now!” I say seductively and he nods while biting his lip.

He lays back while I move down his body kissing his lips, neck, chest and abs then all the way down… to his cock. I gently wrapped my hand around his length as I hear a groan come out from him.

“You’re so fucking big… daddy.” I lick my lips and wink at him, feeling him throb in my hand as I called him that.

“F-Fuck, I never know you were so… naughty.” He smirks and bites onto his lips hard. “I fucking love it baby.” Him calling me baby was getting me even more soaked!

“I want you to be the boss now daddy. Whatever you want… you get.” I say seductively as I stroke his big cock.

(Y/n’s POV)

“I want you to be the boss now daddy. Whatever you want… you get.” Those words reply over and over again. I look down at her as she strokes me slowly.

I smirked and bit my lip. “Suck daddy’s cock baby.” I say seductively.

“Anything for you daddy.” She smiles then wastes no time, wrapping her mouth around my tip, swirling her tongue around it.

My head leans back in pleasure as I felt her work her magic. “Oh f-fuck that’s it!” I groan out.

She pulls away, looks into my eyes as she lets her spit drop onto my cock. She winks before shoving my cock into her mouth, her saliva dripping down towards my balls.

“Mmm that’s it! Take daddy’s cock!” I place my hand on top of her head, making sure her hair won’t interfere as I felt a vibration from her moans.

She pulls away for air. “Mmm you like that daddy? Am I being a good girl?” Her words turn me on.

“Such a good fucking girl!” I smirked then I felt her cup my balls with her small and soft hands.

“Your balls are so full daddy. I think you need to release some ‘stress’.” Her mouth then moves to my balls. Suckling on them as my cock rests across her face.

I watch her as so much pleasure flows through my body. “Fuck baby! You’re gonna make me cum!”

She stops. “Uh uh. Fuck my face until I feel your cum down my throat.” Her dirty words turned me on. She was so different. Sweet in the start, to now being a complete slut for me… I love it!

She pulls me up, making me stand while she gets on her knees, not breaking the eye contact. “Go all out daddy. Treat me like a slut.”

With that, I grab each side of her head and shove my cock into her mouth. The sounds of her gags and moans was music to my ears. I go deeper and deeper as I look into her eyes.

My cock gets sloppier with every thrust. Never thought in my life that I would be fucking my own boss, but boy was I lucky!

“Ahh fuck! You better make sure you take every drop got it?” I grunt as I fuck her mouth some more.

She nods. “Mhmm.” She moans against me. I pump into her mouth as I felt myself getting closer. I grip her hair as I shove myself deeper into her mouth.

“T-Take it you slut!” I grunt out loudly as I felt myself getting closer cum shoot down her throat. She grips my thighs, making sure to get every drop then pull away for air.

“Ahhh fuckk!!” She swallowed and showed you that nothing was left. “You taste so good daddy.” She smiled.

I pick her up, throw her on the bed as she lays back. I look at her like I was hungry. I lick my lips as she smiles and bites her finger seductively before spreading her legs knowing what you wanted.

“Come get a taste daddy!” She bites her lip, desperate to feel you again and desperate to feel your pleasure.

I smile as I get in between her, rest her legs over my shoulders, diving right it. I was instantly in love with the taste of her. I wanted more. I feel her grip my hair as she moans out, gripping the bed sheets.

“Ahh fuck yes daddy! Eat your baby out!” She moans as I felt her pull me in deep.

I work my tongue in ways I know she would love as well as rub onto her clit to double the pleasure. She squirms underneath me, turning into a moaning mess.

“O-Oh daddy! You’re gonna make me cum already!” I pull away

“Don’t cum unless I tell you too got it?” I say seductively with a dominant tone.

She looks into my eyes and nodded. “Y-Yes daddy.” She whispers softly.

I rub circles around her clit as she lets out another groan full of pleasure. I keep teasing her, telling her to hold it in just a little more. She grips my wrist and looks into my eyes.

“P-Please d-daddy!! L-Let me c-cum ahhh!” Her breathing gets heavier.

I smirked. “Cum for me baby.” I bite my lip.

And with that, she releases. Her body jolts and she starts to squirt, making a huge mess on the bed. I lean wanting more of her.

“A-Ahh daddy! That felt… so good!” She smiles while trying to catch her breath. “I want you inside of me.” She looks into my eyes.

“Turn over. Ass up.” I tell her and she listens to my words, turning over and lifting her ass up making sure I had a great view.

“You like what you see daddy?” She looks over her shoulders and shakes her ass a little.

“I love it!” You grab her ass before giving it a light slap causing her to moan.

“I’m waiting daddy.” She teased.

“So impatient. I’ll have to punish you.” I line my cock against her wet slit. I slowly slide right in.

“O-Oh my… Fuckk!” Her eyes roll back the deeper I went in. “S-so big! So deep oh my god!” She moans uncontrollably.

I grip onto her waist as I start to thrust roughly and deeply. The bed was shaking, our moans echoing around the room. Her hands gripping the sheets telling me she wants more which I happily obliged.

“You take me so well! Shit baby!” I groan and bite my lip.

“M-My pussy was made for you daddy! Ahh fuck! It’s yours and yours only!” She looks back at me while bringing my hand close towards her mouth and sucks onto my thumb.

I look into her eyes and lean in, removing my thumb to kiss her deeply and passionately. This girl is gonna be the death of me!

I stop and pull out, then lay her right on her back again. I smile and lean over her as I slide right back in. I grab both her hands and pinned them down.

“Just look right into my eyes baby.” I tell her softly and seductively. “Tell me what you want.”

I pump into her nice and slowly earning a soft moan from her. She looks into my eyes before giving me an answer.

“F-Fill me up daddy.” She whispered. That’s all it took.

I thrusted deeper, I thrusted harder, I do everything I can to make sure I hit all her spots. Our moans mixed and fill the room together. I let go of her hands as she wraps her arms around me while mine wrapped around her hips.

“You’re so fucking tight!” I hit her spot before she gasps.

“F-Fuck that’s the spot daddy! Keep going and don’t stop!”

Her fingers dig into my skin, her head leans back as well as her back which slowly starts to arch due to the pleasure. As she leaned her head back, I took the opportunity to attack her neck with kisses making sure I leave my mark.

“I-I’m gonna cum daddy!” She squealed.

“M-Me too baby!” I felt myself throbbing inside her pussy as well as her walls tightened up.

“FILL ME UP! FILL ME UP DADDY!” She screams.

“FUCKK! TAKE IT ALL BABY!” I groan before I came deep inside her.

“AHHHH!” “FUCKK!” We both moan out.

We struggled to catch our breath, a smile creeping on both our faces. I look at her while she looks at me before I slowly lean my forehead against hers. I hold her hand, kissing her softly and gently with love.

“Can I tell you something?” I whispered.

“Sure.” She smiles up at me.

“I love you Chaewon.” I whispered and I see her blush and get shy making me chuckle.

“You can’t be all cute after what we just did you know?” She glared at you, but she places her hand on your cheek, gently rubbing it. “But I love you too Y/n.”

Hearing that filled my heart with so much joy and gave me the feeling I’ve never felt before. We kissed passionately for the rest of the night until we both fell asleep.

———

(Kim Chaewon’s POV)

~~The Next Day.

I groan as I slowly wake up and move a little to hug Y/n but was met with the pillow. I sit up as I didn’t feel his warmth. Where did he go? I get out of bed.

“Ah fuck! This boy really did a lot on me.” I limped as I grab a robe.

I smile as last night kept replaying in my head. I blushed hard as I bite down on my lip. I shake my head, head out the room to find Y/n.

“Y/n?” I call out softly but no answer.

I check the guest room but no sign of him. Did he leave? Music starts to play. I hear the music playing in the gym room. He must be there.

I open the door. “Y/n?”

“I’m here!” I see him drenched in sweat and shirtless. This has to be the sexiest view ever. “Your house has everything.” He chuckled.

“I see you found…” My mind goes completely off topic. “You’re so hot.” I bit my lip and blush.

He giggled. “Thank you!” He takes a quick drink of water. “I’m just gonna take a quick shower, we gotta head to work in a bit.”

“I’m joining you.” I say.

“W-What?!”

I giggled. “What? We’re boyfriend and girlfriend now aren’t we? And plus… you’ve seen me naked already.” I winked and grab his hand, dragging him into my bathroom.

His soft hands rub up and down my back with the water trailing down our bodies. I turn around, admiring his sexy body. Ugh I can’t believe it! It’s too early to feel so… horny.

I pull him in and kiss his lips aggressively as I rub on his abs.

“What are you doing huh?” He teased and smiles against my lips.

“I want you.” My hands slide down and I grab onto his cock. I start to feel him grow and throb in my hands before slowly stroking him.

He groans as I knew I sent pleasure throughout his body. He leans his head back, I slowly get on my knees then start to suck on his length. I bobbed my head as I swirl my tongue around his tip, making sure he enjoyed every second.

“Ohhh fuck! W-What’s gotten into you?” He looks into my eyes.

I pull away from him. “Mmm, just shut up and take me baby.” I tell him and he looks at me. A look that tells me a thousand words.

He picks me up, pinning me against the shower glass. My hands grip his shoulders as I felt his tip rub against my pussy.

“You sure? We’re gonna be late.” He teased and I roll my eyes playfully.

“I’m your boss. We can be late whenever I say we can.” I glared at him.

“You got it… boss.” He leans in, attacks my neck with his lips as he slips his cock into my pussy. I gasped as I grip into his skin.

“Oh fuck you’re so big! H-How are you so good?” I feel him pumping deeper inside of me.

“Just doing my best to make sure you’re always satisfied.” His lips form a smile against my skin.

“K-Keep going! Keep fucking that pussy!” My head rests against the glass.

“So fucking tight!” He grunts. “Am I doing a good job?”

I look back down at him. “N-No. I need more! G-Go deeper! Make me fucking cum you got it?” I tell him before I scream.

He just smiles as I feel him penetrating deeper and deeper inside of me, hitting my spot. My smile grew, my breathing gets heavier, and my eyes roll back. He keeps thrusting as I felt my pussy tighten around his cock.

“I know you want to cum! Cum for me baby!” He pounds me more.

“Ahhh fuck!” I reach my climax as I cover him with so much cum. “F-fuck you’re not stopping baby!” I scream.

“Because I’m gonna make sure I fill you up so much!” He grunts, gripping my body as he fucks me harder. “F-Fuck your pussy is amazing! I’m gonna cum!”

I dig into his skin as I gripped his shoulders as I felt his warm cream fill my insides as some leaks down my legs. I breathe heavily as I smile with satisfaction. I kiss him passionately.

“Y-Y/n?” I hold his face and look into his eyes.

“Yes?” He looks back with a smile.

“I fucking love you!” My heart was going crazy as I let those words out.

He giggles. “You can’t be cute after the amazing sex we just had.” Those words were similar to what I said to him last night! I love this boy!

“Just shut up and say it back. I wanna hear my man say it again.”

He pecks my lips before whispering. “I fucking love you too.” I cuddle up against him as I rest my head on his chest.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m gonna miss you.” I whispered as my smile fades remembering about him leaving the company.

“Why’s that?” He asks. “You okay?”

“You’re gonna be leaving the company. I won’t be able to see you in the office anymore.” I sighed sadly.

He kisses my head. “About that… I thought about it. I wanna stay.” I looked up at him with shock.

“R-Really?”

“Yeah. I can’t seem to leave you on your own. I know I can count on Yunjin but we make a great team together. I’ll stay.” He smiles softly.

“Yes!” I hug him tightly as I let my tears of joy fall.

“Aww look at you all happy.” He chuckled.

“Of course I’m happy. I get to see you every time now, and you know what else?”

“What?”

“From now on when I call you to my office… that means I need this cock pounding my fucking tight pussy.”

~~~

The End!

I’m back! I’ve said it like a thousand times but I hope this time I can be consistent and put out some more stuff for you all! I got a lot in the drafts and a lot of ideas but feel free to give me some ideas as well what idol you want!

Hope I don’t disappoint you guys this time!

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pairing: Mob Boss!Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader wc: 1.4k cw: someone is literally shot, charles kisses reader a bit forcefully an: to the anon who said they'd sell me their soul my cashapp is @bestfanficwriterever (jk jk, i hope that anon sees this tho). Real reminder to you all, again, that non of this stuff is to be encouraged irl and this is all meant as a fictional scenario!

“Charlie?”

You could hear him softly cursing in French on the other line, whispering as the bed creaked in the background. It was obvious he had just woken up, and you felt terrible for waking him as well, knowing the day he probably had.

“Qu'est-ce qu'il y a, tu ferais mieux d'avoir une bonne raison de me réveiller (what's the matter, you'd better have a good reason for waking me up)-”

“Charles, I've been arrested, I need someone to come get me.” 

The muttering stopped, grogginess disappearing from his voice almost instantly. “Y/n? Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé bon sang chéri (y/n? what the hell happened darling)?”

“Charles, not now please,” You chastised softly, looking to the door as the guards quietly conversed among themselves outside the room, “I have no idea why this is happening and what they’re gonna do to me.” “How did you even manage to get arrested… Nevermind that, I just hope you haven’t answered anything they've asked of you.” He groaned, heavy thumping over the phone as you looked nervously at the door for any indication they’d been listening to your conversation.

“I’m not that dull,” You said quietly, looking down at your lap, “and it couldn't have been anything i did, all they did was seize the car from me in the lot and bring me here.”

He paused for a moment, silent over the line. You pressed the phone against your ear, straining for any sounds on the other side of the line.

“Stay put. I’m coming to get you.”

A shiver ran down your spine and you fumbled, tripping over your words in a hurry to get them out.

“Char, what are you planning on doing?”

He laughed humorlessly over the phone, the sound of keys jingling and door slamming making you jump back from the phone as if it’d grown a head.

“Exactly what I said I'm going to do, come and pick you up.”

You swallowed the thick ball that’d formed in your throat.

“You know what- never mind, send someone else in your place, maybe Carlos?” You bargained, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Pas de souci, mon amour. Je ne fais que commencer (no worries, my love. I'm just getting started). They should’ve learned not to fuck with the wrong person. I’ll be there in another 20 minutes, you won’t need to call anyone else.”

You shivered as the line went dead, looking at the now opened door, all the cops watching you with a suspicious look.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

All you could do was shake your head.

Not even a grand total of 15 minutes later, a shouting match erupted, followed by loud bangs.

There was a single person you could think of who was capable of this level of chaos, and you could have swore you’d heard him threatening the cops right now.

“Where is she?”

“Sir-”

“Don’t sir me, where the hell is she? Don’t tell me I have to blow another head off just for you to tell me.”

Everything seemed to fall silent for a couple moments, only a few voices daring to make a sound.

“Char?” You called out, a couple beats of silence weighing you down.

The sound of footsteps only got louder, stopping in front of the room you were in.

Keys jangled, the door slamming open as Charles walked in, a couple of police tailing him timidly to the outside of the door.

There were dark stains on his otherwise clean shirt, an indication of what happened visible in the peeved look on his face. Your eyes slowly trailed to his hand, a gun held tightly in his grip, smoking oh so slightly.

Noticing how your attention had drifted to the weapon, he put it down on the other side of the table as he approached you, shrugging off his jacket as he approached you.

“Tu vas bien maintenant (you're all right now),” He said quietly, running his fingers through your hair as he pulled you to him, “Come on, we’re going home.” 

You clutched his arm as he stood you up, eyes glued to the floor as you walked next to him.

You could hear their disappointed exhales, tinged with a bit of surprise as Charles kept a firm grip on your back, guiding you through the long hall to the main office.

As you continued to walk, he gently stopped you, turning around in the middle of the room as someone called for him.

“Fucks sake,” He sighed, turning around.

“Sir, i believe there has been a mistake-”

“What sort of mistake do you think you’ve made?” He snarled, his hand running down to your hand, lacing his fingers into yours.

“You see, the car we identified was yours and we thought that perhaps she’d stole it-”

“And you didn’t think to call me so I could deal with them myself?” He chuckled humorlessly, pulling you to his side. You held your breath, completely aware of what was about to happen.

“Charles, no-”

He shook his head at you, basically telling you to not interfere. You obliged, eyebrows creasing as you watch the poor man who had tried to explain himself get shoved to his knees.

“First off, you interrupt my very precious time, and then you have the audacity to say that you’ve made a mistake?” He stands back, waving at someone behind him to step forward to his side with a gun. “Do you know who she is?”

The man stumbled over his words, trying to plead for his life, but you already knew it was too late.

“Since you don’t seem to know, let me tell you. She’s the last face you’ll be seeing but since she’s here, I've decided to spare the rest of you for the time being. If I ever hear of anything happening to her again, anyone in this room will not be spared like they were today.” He remarked bemusedly, turning to you with the widest grin you’d ever seen from him.

“Chéri, close your eyes, and cover your ears as well.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. The second you did, there was a bang, followed by a thumping sound.

Something warm was on your face, but you didn’t dare open your eyes, shaky hands coming off your ears to touch your face.

“Don’t.” He was closer than you thought, causing you to jump as he rubbed what you assumed was a handkerchief against your face . “Don’t say anything, don’t look, just follow me.” 

You cracked open an eye, briefly wandering to the pool of blood a couple of feet away from you.

“What did I just tell you?” He remarked, barking at the rest in rapid french as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out the doors of the station.

There was an awkward silence as you lumbered into the passenger side seat, pressing yourself against the seat as he pulled out and onto the road.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” He muttered, hand reaching over to squeeze your thigh.

“I thought you’d be upset with me.” You looked down, noticing the dried blood on his hands, not that it made much of a difference to you anymore. Less than two years ago, you would have been horrified at the idea of blood within six feet of you, but you had come to accept it as a part of him you could never erase.

“No-” He punched the brakes, eyes slightly apologetic as you jumped from the sudden shock of stopping.

“No, no, Y/n, look at me,” His hand left your thigh, fingers curling around your chin and pulling your face to his, “You are not responsible for any of that, i gave you the car, remember? You are not to blame yourself because I would gladly do anything for you.”

“Char-” You whined, muffled slightly by the pressure of his fingers against your cheeks.

“I would give you the world to see you happy, so shut up and take it.” He pressed his lips harshly against yours, almost needy in the way he nipped at your bottom. Warmth seemed to stir inside you as he let you go, your own mind racing at a million miles per hour as he returned to the wheel as if nothing had happened.

However, under his breath, he muttered something that even escaped you as your thoughts drifted off elsewhere. “Le monde brûlera, si tu le veux ma chérie, je te le promets (the world will burn, if you want it to my darling, I promise).”

[verstappen-cult]

Max is upset when you can't be at his side when the race weekend starts. Then when you're back to his side, I guarantee you can't not leave his side at all. This boy is going to stick with you like a koala till he's satisfied

You couldn't join Max the past weekend in Australia due to your work and now you regret it so much. You could’ve just asked your boss for a few days off and she would have said yes, and you could have been by his side during the fiasco that was the Australian Grand Prix.

Max was a little upset when you told him that you would not be in Australia, but after a long conversation — that ended up with you promising to be in Suzuka — he understood. 

Max has to make a quick stop in Monaco to pick a few things before flying to Japan, so you planned to wait for him with a delicious dinner and his favorite dessert. But you didn’t even have time to go to the grocery store because Max decided to arrive earlier, much earlier.

“What do you mean you’re outside?” You squeal, putting on your sneakers. “Outside of where?” You hold your phone between your cheek and shoulder as you grab your bag, waving goodbye to your friends.

“The pilates studio.” He simply says. 

“No, you’re in Australia.”

He laughs, “No, I’m in Monaco.”

“No becau—” You stop dead in your tracks when you step outside because he is, in fact, there, leaning against his car. “Max!”

He opens his arms and you don’t waste any time, colliding against his body. You drop everything just to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“I missed you so much.” You whisper against his neck, and you feel his smile when he kisses your cheek. 

“I couldn’t stay there any longer,” He shrugs, grabbing your things from the floor. “I missed my lucky charm this weekend.”

Your smile fades at the memory of Sunday’s race. “I’m sorry for what happened.” Max shrugs again, dismissing the topic with a wave of his hand. “How are you feeling?”

“These things happen. I won’t lie and say that I don’t care but we can’t cry about it, the team’s working on fixing everything and we’ll be back stronger than ever.”

You kiss him because there’s nothing else you could do. Hearing him talk that way when you know the old Max would have been beating himself up means everything to you.

“What was that for?” He chuckles when you pull away, a faint blush on his cheeks. 

“What? I can’t kiss my boyfriend now?” He rolls his eyes but leans to leave a chaste kiss on your lips. “Can you drop me off at the grocery store? I need to buy a few things for dinner.”

You fall into an easy conversation as he drives through the streets of Monaco. He tells you about everything that's wrong with the car and what they’re doing to fix those issues and, in return, you tell him what you’ve been doing in his absence, and how much the cats miss him. 

Soon enough, you reached your destination. 

“Okay, I won’t be long. You can go home and—what are you doing?”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No, you’re going home to rest.” But he doesn’t listen. Max just gets out of the car, opens the door and helps you out. “Max.”

He groans, “I just,” He drops his head slightly forward. “I missed you so much, I don’t want to leave you.”

Your heart melts and you can’t say no to him, not when he’s looking like a lost puppy in front of you, so you simply take his hand, dragging him inside.

Of course you don’t miss the way his whole face lights up. 

You end up arguing in the milk aisle because Max doesn’t leave your side, not when you try to move away to grab something you need and definitely not when you bump into one of your friends who you haven’t seen in a while, so you’re unable to hug her. 

The argument ends with you pinned against the store shelves with Max whispering filthy things in your ear. You only pull away when the store manager clears his throat saying that “if you don’t stop right now, you’re gonna be banned for life.”

You think that once at home Max will want to take a rest, forgetting about you, but, to your surprise, he just takes a quick shower before joining you in the kitchen. 

You cook dinner together, with a few kisses and ear scratches to the cats. And then you eat together, talking about everything and nothing at all, enjoying each other’s company. 

Of course Max doesn’t let you shower alone, he joins you there too.

[syntheticavenger]

better off

Thank you to @geminixevans-stan for giving me the cheerleading I needed to get this finished.

Senator! Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: World building so nothing really, unless you count heavy angst and mentions of a break up. If you follow my work, I’ve sprinkled in an Easter egg in here from another fic.

Summary | Keeping busy is something you know how to do well, especially after the publicized break up with your ex. As his political fame rises, so does the need for you to focus on yourself and keeping your walls up for self-preservation. If only it was that simple.

The ringing in his ears has finally stopped, President Wilson’s State of the Union speech bringing people to their feet, the applause thundering for more than a few minutes. 

Sam Wilson hasn’t always been known to be a rousing orator - years as a VA counselor meant he led with empathic firmness - but the determination in his voice, two years after the battle with former President Ross had nearly brought the world to the brink of destruction, President Wilson’s speech would be forever cemented in history.

“Senator Barnes!” A woman shouts, a microphone thrust in his face as she turns on her megawatt smile like she’s turned on some internal switch. “President Wilson’s speech is being hailed as a tremendous achievement, bringing multiple party lines together. As a longtime friend to President Wilson, I am sure you’re very proud of him tonight.”

”Very,” Bucky agrees, seeing Jules, the head of his staff, tap her watch. “President Wilson did not hold back on reminding the public of the things he had promised once he got into office and how he has delivered these promises to the great people of the United States and our allies and friends.”

Jules mouths the time as he pivots to leave.

”Thank you Senator, always a pleasure!”

The flashes of the cameras and more reporters yelling for him for another sound bite only makes his steps quicken to the waiting car. Normally, he would stop for another interview but time is of the essence - he has a speech he will be delivering to his constituents in less than six hours. 

“You alright?” Jules asks, looking up from her phone to inspect her boss. “We can move the speech back by a day, you know. You’ll get two hours of sleep if you’re lucky.”

”Two hours is a start.”

He can see her running her teeth over her lower lip, which means she wants to say more, even as her eyes go back to her phone.

”Jules.”

Her head snaps to attention at the mention of her name.

”Hmm?”

”What’s wrong?”

”Uh, nothing, I…” she trails off. “I sent her flowers. It’s her birthday today.”

Immediately he goes silent, his head sinking back into the headrest while Jules lets out a sad sigh. 

“It doesn’t have your name on it if that’s what you’re worried about,” she says quickly, pushing her black rimmed glasses back up her nose. “You didn’t ask this time but I figured you were busy with everything else going on so, I -”

”I didn’t forget. It’s been almost a year and a half.”

”I’m sorry, Bucky. I didn’t mean to interfere, I just know that you used to…” she stops, shaking her head as if to remind herself to drop the subject. “I’ll shut up.”

The car ride is quiet for a moment - almost too quiet to where he can hear the soft pull of the leather when he adjusts in his seat.

He knows exactly what day it is. He woke up this morning wondering what you would be doing, how a year prior he woke you up to breakfast in bed, a myriad of gifts placed around the room for you to open. You never wanted anything fancy, just a small celebration and he had done just that.

How it had all gone wrong was his fault.

”I’m sorry,” comes Jules’ reply after a moment. 

“I’m not mad, Jules,” Bucky replies. “Thank you for sending her flowers. For doing what I wanted to do but didn’t.”

”Why didn’t you?”

”She stopped taking my phone calls a year ago. I got the hint.”

”It wasn’t your finest moment,” Jules counters with a nod. “I think you had noble intentions.”

He lets out a snort as the car turns down the street, the airport in full view.

”Noble intentions? That usually means -“

”You fucked it up. She was good for you, Bucky. Remember President Barber? Married his VP! Now he’s the governor of Massachusetts and deliriously happy. You have to allow yourself to be happy, your constituents are great and the ones that aren’t? You give ‘em a big middle finger and move on.”

Jules is pleased with her little speech, nodding at the end of it as Bucky turns to look at her.

”You think she would survive these stories about my past? I barely survived.”

Jules pokes him in the shoulder.

”And look at you now,” she clarifies. “A whole public servant, Senator Barnes.”

-

Deep pink roses greet you when you open the door to your office, wrapped in a happy birthday sash in a sage green.

Your favorite color.

These same ones were delivered to your apartment two days ago, the ribbon a light pink. A gift from Jules, you know that much. Ever since she had seen you wear a pink dress to a dinner, instead of your monochromatic go-tos, she’d decided that pink was your favorite color.

It was a nice gesture, of course, acknowledging the occasion.

Birthdays are a thing of the past now, something you force yourself to think of as any other day, 

You have nowhere to put them, wondering if you can get a vase today in between your packed schedule. Running a business isn’t for the weak but it’s kept you busy and that’s all you can hope for these days.

Your attention goes back to the roses, a card peeking out from it that you hadn’t seen before. It could be anyone but you know it isn’t.

In fact, the minute you slip the silver letter opener under the envelope flap, you’re aware of the writing. It isn’t wordy but succinct and to the point, your eyes settling on his penmanship.

Happy birthday, beautiful. I miss you every day.

You’ve been strong.

Even when he was ending things, wiping your tears as he apologized over and over for hurting you - for hurting both of you - over a decision that he thought was best, you had been strong enough to know that you’d have to process the hurt, the feeling of betrayal that you believed you had been enough. 

Strong meant living the shared apartment you’d had for two years, mailing the key and garage opener certified mail as you licked your wounds, leaving a job you loved because you knew you would run into him and that was nearly as devastating a thought as the breakup itself. You’d cursed his name into your pillow, hot tears sinking into the satin fabric before you woke each day, a little stronger than the last.

You could be stronger, you tell yourself, shoving the card and envelope into a drawer when a knock at your door brings you back to center. After a moment, a head pokes inside, your assistant Rea cocking her head at the sight of you. Trying to fix your expression, you’re aware that you’ve let your emotions get the better of you, straightening your shoulders as Rea walks up to your desk.

”Goddamn it,” Rea mutters, pushing the door open as you try to sit up straight. “He did it again, didn’t he?”

She inspects them carefully, picking them up to inhale the scent.

”He’s good at this,” she continues, voiced filled with praise before it takes on a cautionary tone. “Are you gonna give in?”

You’re quick to deny her, shoving the card into the drawer.

”Give into what? Flowers for my birthday don’t mean anything.”

”It’s a nice gesture. Expensive too. I know French roses when I see them. ”

”Do you want them?” you ask, seeing her face go into shock at your offer.

”What?” Rea asks. “They’re for your birthday.”

”I don’t celebrate my birthday anymore, remember? They’re all yours.”

”I mean, you don’t have to tell me twice,” Rea says, pulling the bouquet toward her. “ I couldn’t impose… but if you insist.”

She doesn’t move from near your desk, intently watching you for a moment.

“What?” you ask, giving her a look.

“Happy birthday, boss. You may not believe in celebrating things anymore but I’m grateful for you every day.”

Rea gives you a smile before she plucks the bouquet off of the desk.

”And don’t stay late tonight because I know you,” she says in finality, closing the door behind her.

-

Jules watches as Bucky paces in his hotel suite, his tie hanging over his neck as he practices his notes. His support of a veterans bill means five rows dedicated to those who have served, the glint of his metal hand peeking out from his white shirt. He’s deep in thought, the minutes ticking by until he has to finish getting ready.

A notification on her phone makes her glance down.

Thank you. 

She knows better than to share this news, as small as it may seem. Her little confession about sending you flowers had turned into an uncomfortable silence, him diving headfirst into work. Great for his constituents and bad for her personal life. Focusing on his work meant more interviews, more town halls and more canvassing for up and coming electoral candidates.

It’s what he doesn’t say, the way he checks his phone to see if there are any signs of communication before placing it face down on the table, to the way he not so casually glances at your now deleted social media to see if you resurfaced.

Jules knows how quickly you had swept your presence off of social media, quitting your job at the law firm to pursue your own career. Whispers around your former social circles had said you had disappeared to start your own bid for office, a ploy to get back at Bucky for breaking up with you.

She’d known better.

If anything, removing all traces of your presence had been devastating, especially with how quickly you had done it.

Neither of you had gotten the closure you needed, him so quick to end things when the media began to poke around your personal life, cameras popping up when you least expected them and how his name was now appearing in fashion magazines, rather than the political heavyweight papers. He’d given you an out and you’d taken it and then some, leaving him reeling with a sense of loss that still continues to be felt, even by the way he’s written in a clause that his personal life is completely off limits when it comes to interviews.

And you, quick to accept your fate, ceasing all communication with him. The bad timing of his speaking engagements had meant he had left days after, leaving you to simply mail what was left of your relationship.

You hadn’t been there to see the absolute despair in his eyes, how fast his walls had come up when she had asked him if he needed time.

He checks his phone again, shaking his head as if to get himself out his thoughts, quickly fixing his tie in the mirror.

“Ten minutes,” Jules says in a warning, another notification coming through.

Jules? Tell him thank you as well.

She hides her smile at the idea of him sending you flowers after all.

[princessbrunette]

stepbro!johnb knew it was wrong. god, he knew it was demented, and sick — but he couldn’t stop. he was pent up.

things had been kind of a mess lately, and despite popular believe, no — finding and hunting treasure was not all sunshine and rainbows. it was a lot of dead ends, a lot of waste bins filled with screwed up paper covered in ideas and plots that were going nowhere. sometimes you had a piece of paper, a pen, a map and a dream — and that was it.

john b could have sworn he saw you scribbling away during a plotting session in this specific pink paperback journal. it looked like any other notebook you’d use to jot down everyone’s ideas. you weren’t too good at the whole treasure hunting thing yourself but you were eager and had the right spirit so the pogues could often rely on you to scribble down anything important they might say during these sessions in which they’d bounce off eachother. this was why john b picked the book up and opened it in the first place.

once he started reading, even past realising that this was infact your diary — he just couldn’t stop.

“oh, uh…” he coughs awkwardly to an empty house when he flips it open and finds his own name in pink glitter pen, hearts and swirls galore. you hadn’t exactly been subtle about your attractions towards your older step brother— never missing an opportunity to bat your lashes up at him, touch his chest whilst you’re talking to him, even find a way to sit on his leg when there was just no other room — but for the most part he assumed you were just teasing in your own cruel way. passing the time, so to speak. he wasn’t expecting this.

his eyes continue to flit from word to word, each more graphic than the last until he’s stumbling across full descriptions, day to day on what you’d do to him, moreso what you’d let him do to you.

‘john b was so frustrated today. he needs me, i know he does. he has that look in his eye! that super frustrated one that looks all tired and irritated and unlike himself. he’s usually so warm and comforting but today he looked like he was gonna snap. i thought he might finally march over and bend me over… a girl can dream i guess :( when i finallyyyyy got some alone time i spent it grinding against my pillow, wanting him to come in and catch me. i wonder if he heard the bed moving… if he hears me moaning… i don’t wanna be a virgin anymore, need john b to come and break me in :( ♡’

the more he reads, the harder he gets against his shorts— sighing out his nose, blinking in discomfort as he adjusts himself. he looks around, knowing you were at the beach with kiara but still feeling paranoid. it’s one thing to have such dirty thoughts about your step-brother, but atleast they were private. john b gets caught reading them? he’s the bad guy.

he tells himself it’s not you doing this to him. it was simply his anatomy betraying him. he couldn’t help how his body reacts.

he feels dirty when the tip of his cock grazes the pages, now sat on the edge of your bed like he could jump up at any minute given the sound of the front door closing. he’s turned the page, landing on a particular fantasy that had his hand moving and cock leaking before he could dare to question the morality of it all.

‘john b looked so good today :( i love when he bosses me around all big brother like ♡ he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it, it’s like second nature for him to look after me. wanted to sit between his legs and make out with his dick :( i bet it’s so pretty and i know it’s big cos sometimes he doesn’t wear boxers under his pants and i see it swinging it around. wanna suckle on it whilst he tells me im a good girl like he did that one time when i was sad. his voice just gets me so wet, can’t stop humping everything n rubbing my clit whenever he leaves the room. i’m like an animal and im not even ashamed anymore. i need him :(’

the brunette groans as he squeezes his eyes shut, fisting and twisting the way he imagines your smaller hand to— inexperienced yet with a feverish hunger to please and a vast knowledge of sex which he could only imagine was learnt through word of mouth and porn. god, the thought of his sweet little step sister sprawled on her back, legs splayed open — pawing at her glossy cunt as she scrolls to find the perfect porn video. it was enough to send john b mad.

he wondered if you tried to find pornstars that looked like him, or if you just used your imagination for that part. john b liked to think himself a humble man, but in the throes of his passion he couldn’t help but accept the warm embrace of the ego trip the thought gave him.

“oh fuck, so wrong — so fucking wrong—” he strains, feeling that burning hot twisting in his stomach as that familiar feeling overcomes him. he clearly hadn’t thought this through, before when he opens his eyes once more — he’s covered your delicately decorated page containing your fantasies with his white hot sticky syrup. “ohhhh god. oh no.” he hums, eyes widening slightly.

yet there was no time to act— for as soon as he’d realised, he could hear the jangling of your keys and your familiar giggles as you lead your new-ish friend into the chateau, probably moments away from singing out his name, wondering if he’s home. he slams the book shut and he’s sure it oozes from the edges of the page— stuffs it back beneath the pile of clothes on your chair where he found it and makes quick work of tucking his deflating cock back into his pants.

john b fears he might be in big trouble.

[revelboo]

could we get some fluffy b-127 or bluestreak crumbs whenever you get a minute, if you wanna? not to get too into it but i. had a meeting with my boss earlier that Really didnt go well adn im still a little shaken up by it-

Sure, I hope everything turns out okay

Where I Belong Pt 14

Bluestreak x Reader

• Stretched out on your stomach, chin resting on your folded arms, you can hear birds singing in the trees, the sound peaceful with the sun warming you. Eyes opening when Bluestreak finds and tucks another wild daisy in your hair, you look up at the mass displaced mech. Thinking about his blurted claim that you were gorgeous. Right now, you’re pretty sure your hair is a snarled mess from the drive. And now it has weeds in it. You probably look half feral, but you can’t tell him to stop, not when he’s smiling like that.

• On his side facing you, he can feel the sun warming his plating and out here, his processor is quiet. The anxiety and nerves falling away. Can’t believe he said that to you, but it’s true. Loves you for taking care of him, putting up with him. But saying it? That leaves him jittery all over again, knows the words would come out wrong. That he’d embarrass you again. “We don’t have to go back any time soon, right?” You ask as he finds another flower, reaching to tuck it in your hair only for you to snatch it from him. Propping yourself up and leaning almost over him. And he’s frozen staring at you as you tuck it in his helm against his cheek, soft fingers lingering on him.

• “We can stay as long as you want,” he says, optics wide as he stares up at you. “We could just stay here. Just us.” And you snort, because you both know you can’t. He’s got his duties and someone will come looking for him eventually. Watching him roll onto his back to stare up at the sky, optics staring, you smile. “I could build us a little house right here,” he adds and you brace a hand on his shoulder, leaning over him as he glances at you. Like he’s completely serious.

• “What kind of house would you build us?” You ask and his spark stutters when you drape yourself against his chassis, stretching out an arm to lay your cheek on and idly tracing his chevron. Splaying a hand against your spine, he’s speechless. Staring up at you, optics dipping to your mouth, he wants to brush a servo against your lip suddenly. See if it’s as soft as it looks. Feeling your fingertip running absently over his helm. Clearing his vents as you wait, he reaches to adjust one of the flowers that’s nearly fallen out of your hair and his servos are trembling.

• “It wouldn’t need to be big, I could stay mass displaced,” he murmurs, venting softly. Closing your eyes, you listen to him tell you about a house that will never exist, dreaming a life that’s not meant for either of you. Realizing that if he’d have been human, you’d already be in love with him. That even though he’s not human, even though this can’t go anywhere, you do love him. Feeling your heart ache with it, with how different you both are. Knowing it’s just a lovely dream like his little house.

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Another Megatron has joined the Blokees ranks. I’m going to have to buy another mini figure shelf… They’ve overflowed my monitor shelf, they’re with my regular figures. So many little guys and at this point I have more Blokees than actual transforming Transformers 🤣

[heytheredelulu]

I was wondering if you could do maybe a like feral Bucky? Like maybe they trigger the soldat and instead of him fallowing their orders he goes after the shy curvy little intern of Tony’s? They’ve both been too shy to make a move. I’m cool with whatever spin you put on it, I LOVE your writing.

(Love all your normal kinks so feel free to add those too as you see fit! )

Thank you lovely 🥰 Can’t wait to drool over more of your writing lol

I took this and RAN with it.

It ended up becoming much longer than I had anticipated so this one will be broken up into two parts.

I struggled with trying to incorporate Bucky being triggered after the reader already being somewhat aquatinted with him, pining after him, etc. so I went the route I did and I hope it fulfills your request!

Part one will be mostly just plot building with a spicy cliff hanger leading us into a part two of pure smut.

Ready to Comply - Part One - Anon Request

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+

Word Count: 2.5k

C/W: Language, discussion/implications of violence and murder, choking, blood (Bucky is strugglin’ and bites his own hand), a lil sexual tension in prep for part two, he sniffs her coochie, okay?

“Okay, stop. Stop that.” Tony whispered out of the corner of his mouth. You shot him a glance and tugged at your skirt one more time for good measure. He lets out an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes. “You look fine, Rookie. Very professional. Is that what you needed to hear?”

You scoff and shake your head. “That’s no- I’m not fishing for compliments, I genuinely hate dressing like a fucking secretary.” You grumble, drawing a laugh out of Tony. “And don’t call me ‘Rookie.’” You add with a prod to his chest. He brushes the front of his suit jacket sarcastically in response to your poke and raises his hands defensively, a soft chuckle rising from his throat.

“A fucking secretary? Really? It’s business professional. Did you think I could let you stand next to me in a press conference wearing an old t-shirt and some torn up jeans? We need to create a semblance of professionalism.” He gestures to his own attire with a grin and there’s a teasing glint in his eye as he continues.

“And what’s wrong with ‘Rookie’? You’re my little protégé.” He jests, reaching like he’s going to pinch your cheek as if you were some adorable little toddler. You frown, swatting his hand away and brings it to his chest, clutching it dramatically. “Wow, you’re going to assault your friend, mentor and extremely rich and handsome boss?” He jokes, feigning offense.

“The only accurate adjective in that sentence is ‘boss’, Sir.” You reply dryly, crossing your arms. The corners of his lips twitch into a sly smile and he nudges you with his elbow. “I’ll accept if you don’t agree with friend and mentor.” He starts, pressing his lips into a pout. “But I might actually get a little offended if you refuse to acknowledge how devastatingly handsome I am.”

You groan in annoyance and roll your eyes, preparing a witty comeback when Pepper Potts rounds the corner with a tablet cradled in her arm, a phone nestled between her ear and shoulder and an expression of concern written across her face.

“Everything alright?” Tony asks, placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “Don’t tell me.. another offer for People’s ‘sexiest man alive’? I keep telling them, I can’t be on the cover every ye-“ Tony stops mid sentence as Pepper’s manicured forefinger lands on his lips, effectively silencing him.

“Yes. Okay. Understood. Thank you.” She says curtly into the phone before disconnecting the call. “That was Fury. We have an issue. A Barnes issue.”

Your brows furrow at this. “What’s happened with Bucky?” You ask, a sense of dread creeping up your spine. He’d been all but isolated since he’d moved into the Avenger’s tower alongside his best friend Steve Rogers and you couldn’t imagine him being the source of an issue with how reserved this man was. You weren’t at all oblivious to his past- it had been global wide news after all, but in the months since his de-conditioning in Wakanda he had been making great strides towards recovery, working to make amends.

Though your interactions with the ex-assassin had been few, he’d always been polite and kind towards you. You’d felt so out of place among the Avengers, being Tony’s intern. You weren’t on the team, hell, a few of them didn’t even know your name despite you having been trailing behind Tony for the last year. Maybe it was your own fault, considering you hadn’t really made an effort to talk to any of them but aside from the fact that they were all extremely intimidating, you were naturally a shy and quiet person.

You quickly push the self deprecating thoughts from your head. You didn’t care about any of that. You shouldn’t. It wasn’t as if you wanted to be on the team, or were there to make friends, you were here as an engineer, to learn from who was arguably the most intelligent man on the planet. Perhaps that’s why Bucky had always been cordial to you more than some of the others living here. Maybe he gravitated towards you, as someone who constantly felt so out of place, because he felt that way here as well.

Or maybe he thought you were cute.

Oh fuck, if only.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to the man or that you’d been quietly crushing on him practically since you’d started your internship. Every small interaction with Bucky left a blush on your cheeks and a kaleidoscope of butterflies flitting about your belly.

The thought of someone as absurdly good looking as Bucky fucking Barnes finding you attractive was enough to spark a surge of heat straight to your abdomen.

No, get it together. Now’s not the time.

You mentally scold your vagina for having the nerve to throb at the mere mention of Bucky Barnes regardless of the context and turn your attention back to Pepper and Tony as they argued in hushed whispers.

“What’s happened with Bucky?” You repeat, knowing they likely won’t clue you in if it’s related to Avenger’s business.

Tony offers a nervous smile and exchanges a quick glance with his wife before he checks his watch. “Terminator? He’s fine. I’m sure it’s nothing. Probably holed up with security for setting off the metal detector.” He pauses and then snaps his fingers. “Or maybe he walked past the junkyard on fifth and got snatched up by the hydraulic magnet.” He says, lifting a hand and miming a crane.

Pepper lets out a soft sigh and your gaze flicks to her. “Yeah, a big magnet or something.” She mumbles, turning her attention back to her tablet. “I don’t think that’s-“ Your cut off by Tony’s hand on the small of your back, urging you forward. “Enough about Robocop. We’re on, Rookie.” He says, his nervous expression falling away and quickly being replaced with a mask of professionalism. “Let’s go unveil our project to the press.” Pepper moves to open the door for you both and before you can open your mouth to tell Tony that if he calls you ‘rookie’ one more time you were going to strangle him with his overpriced tie, your senses are overwhelmed with an onslaught of overlapping voices and camera shutters.

You toss your blazer over the desk in your quaint office and slump over into the chair, trying not to let your mind run wild with anxious thoughts about the press conference. Despite your best efforts you couldn’t help but worry that you probably looked like a deer in headlights up at the podium alongside Tony.

You huff and rest your chin on the back of your hand, glancing over at the computer screens. Your attention is immediately drawn to security footage from one of the conference rooms when you see movement on the monitor. You lean in with your brows furrowed. It’s late and no one should be in the conference room. You expand the image and can clearly make out Tony and Steve moving about the room with tense body language.

You hover over the footage with your mouse and hesitate. You know that you absolutely should not eavesdrop on the two men but once Tony’s hands begin angrily gesturing around you give in to temptation and turn on the audio.

“What the hell do you mean, ‘back up?’” Tony shouts, beginning to pace the room.

Steve leans forward with his palms on the table and his head bowed slightly. “It’s exactly what I said, Tony.” He replies, his biceps flexing as he grips the table. “HYDRA had a fail safe. They’d planted a back up activation incase he would ever manage to be deprogrammed.” He looks up at Tony with a solemn expression. “They got to him. I should’ve been there, I should’ve-“

Tony holds out a hand, his other resting against his temple as he tries to comprehend what Steve is telling him. “Well you weren’t and they did so know we have to figure out how the fuck we navigate this.” He says firmly, shaking his head. “Do we have eyes on him? Is he in the building?”

Steve sighed and stood upright from the table. “No. He’s in the wind. We lost contact with him a few hours ago.” He admits, running a hand through his hair. “But there’s something you need to know.” He adds, looking at Tony with concern as he begins to pace again.

“Well spit it out, Rogers!” Tony yells, stopping and turning back to Steve.

“Nat received some intel. The hit HYDRA ordered is on you and your intern.” He says so quietly you can barely pick it up on the audio. Fear crawls up your spine and your hand trembles as you increase the volume on the security feed, while your heartbeat in your ears becomes near deafening.

Tony stiffens, slowly approaching Steve. “You wanna tell me why?” He asks, his voice low and dangerous. Steve nods. “The new tech you unveiled today.“ He explains.

Tony sighs, understanding why one of their enemies would be threatened by what the two of you had been working on and reaches to loosen his tie. “I’ll take Pepper and move her to the safe house before I meet you at a rendezvous point. Send someone to get my Rookie and get her off the grid. I don’t want her alone for a single second.” He says in an exasperated tone, reaching into his suit jacket and pulling out his cell phone as he stalks towards the door.

“And Rogers?” He asks, turning around one last time, his hand curled tight around the doorknob. Steve’s head snaps up and he looks at Tony with guilt ridden eyes. “Yeah?”

“Find Barnes.”

Find Barnes.

The statement echoes in your ears, sending your thoughts spinning as if a category five hurricane were waging inside your head.

No. No, no, no.

There’s a hit out on you?

To be carried out by the fucking Winter Soldier.

Oh you were so fucked.

You scoot your chair back, bracing your hands on the desk to stand with wobbly knees.

Bile rises in your throat as you take a slow step backwards, bumping the chair in your state of panic and knocking your jacket off the workbench. You jump at the sound of it slipping to the floor and clutch your chest as a result of inducing your own jumpscare and take slow breaths to steel your nerves before you bend down to pick it up. As you rise back upright, your gaze connects with a pair of vacant, icy blue eyes in the shadows across the room and your entire body seizes in terror.

He’s not in the wind.

He’s been in here with you this entire goddamned time.

“B-Bucky?” You stutter, bringing your jacket to your chest and grasping it until your knuckles turn white. Maybe Steve and Tony were wrong. Maybe Nat’s intel was wrong. Maybe this was all a huge misunderstanding and you weren’t about to die at the hands of the ex-assassin you’ve been pining over for nearly a year.

He takes a step forward from the shadows, his face expressionless and his eyes unblinking without a single trace of emotion behind them.

Okay, yeah. You’re fucked.

“Sergeant Barnes?” You whisper, almost a plea to the man you knew, locked away somewhere in the brain of the cold and calculated killer standing in front of you.

He doesn’t speak, doesn’t register your words, as he crosses the lab in a few quick strides and catches your throat in his cybernetic hand.

Oh god.

The air leaves your lungs, his grip tightening around your windpipe as his face remains blank.

You’re going to die.

So why are you so fucking turned on?

Heat pools low in your abdomen, your core flooding with arousal, coupled with fear and unbridled lust.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as you gasp and thrash in his grip, your thick thighs rubbing together with every kick and flail, doing nothing to alleviate the throbbing ache in your cunt.

God this is so wrong.

His brows furrow, the first hint of emotion since he stepped out of the shadows. His head tilts inquisitively and his grip slackens around your throat as he leans in, tracing his nose across your jaw line and inhaling deeply. You still, your face contorting in confusion as you swallow hard against his palm, leaning your body into his hold.

His eyes narrow as he pulls away from you and you take the opportunity to suck in a breath, massaging your neck gently while your gaze drops to observe his hands clenching and unclenching into fists at his sides.

“Bucky?” You ask, wondering what’s caused the sudden shift in his demeanor, wondering if maybe he’s somehow snapped out of the trance he’d been in. He’s still and silent for a long moment, his head bowed as his chest rises and falls heavily with every breath.

“Sergeant Barnes, are yo-“

His head snaps up, effectively silencing you.

Your mouth remains agape, stuck on your last word and as he watches you with predatory eyes, taking menacing steps toward you, you can’t seem to find your voice any longer. You stumble backwards, losing your balance and falling back against the desk, unable to regain your footing before his hands grip the flesh of your bare thighs.

He tilts you backwards, your back colliding hard with the surface of the desk, stealing the breath out of your chest. He drops to his knees, splaying his palms against your thighs, the hem of your dress rising up to expose your panties as he spreads your legs wide before him and drags his nose across the fabric.

He groans.

He fucking groans.

“You’re my mission.” He breathes out, eyes wild and fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as if he were fighting to physically restrain himself.

“I know.” You whimper, lifting your head to look down at him over the soft curve of your stomach.

“I’ve been ordered to kill you.” He chokes out, pressing his forehead against your inner thigh and drawing in a deep and shuddering breath.

“Then why haven’t you?” You ask in a broken whisper.

He turns his head and mumbles something incoherently, his breath ghosting against the damp fabric of your underwear and sending a wave of arousal crashing through your core. He stiffens, curling his flesh hand into a fist and bringing it to his mouth, biting down on his knuckles as he swallows back a moan.

He shakes his head, his teeth pressing into his skin hard enough to draw blood and you move to sit up, leaning on your palms as you look down at him where he’s slotted between your legs, visibly trembling.

He rises quickly to his feet, his left hand shooting out to curl around your neck again and he drops his bloodied flesh hand to his side.

“Because..” He says through clenched teeth, inhaling sharply as the cool metal of his thumb strokes the column of your throat.

“I can’t fucking focus when all I can smell-“

His free hand roughly cups your pussy over your panties, his voice trailing off as he kneads his palm against the thin, wet fabric.

He growls, tightening his grip around your throat and jerking you up to him, forcing you to meet his threatening gaze.

His expression grows pained and he whimpers, dipping his head to meet your forehead with his own, his breath fanning across your face with every heave of his chest.

“All I can smell is how wet you are.”

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Part two

[spenceragnewfics]

AHHHHHH AHHHHH TAHT was amazing!!!!?

could we get a spencer where his partner gives him head under his pc while he’s in a discord chat

So I decided to do F!reader for this one and it's probably going to be my default unless asked otherwise because for some reason, this was easier for me to write.

UNDER THE DESK | Spencer Agnew x F!Reader | 18+ MINORS DNI

TW: Oral (m receiving)

Word Count: 1.4k

Description: Life can be very stressful. Especially when your boyfriend is always busy. When Y/N and Spencer finally get a night to themselves, work seems to never be done but Y/N is determined to give Spence some stress relief.

Spencer is a very busy guy. This is something Y/N has known since the two met years ago back when he was just an editor. Now, as the director of Smosh Games, he’s even busier than he used to be.

This has made couple time limited, but mainly it’s because Y/N doesn’t want to disturb Spencer from his work. She knows that if she told him how she’s felt lately he would drop everything and spend time with her. That’s why she doesn’t, he asks for so little and it feels wrong to her to ask for that.

That’s how she’s found herself in this situation. Spencer finally had a night off so the two decided to have a movie night at his place with their favorite take out and movies. The night started innocently, the two cuddled on the couch, shared sweet kisses, silly jokes, and playful touching.

It was innocent until she slipped her tongue in his mouth and it was the sign they both had been waiting for. Weeks of not being able to touch each other much, palpable tension, and little remarks had made this moment something they both needed. Stress of work and life in general had been taking their toll.

Spencer is laying on the couch while Y/N is straddling him. Their hips grinding against each other while his lips are working on her neck. Soft moans and sighs are coming from both of them before its interrupted by the shrill of Spencer’s phone.

“What the fuck? What could someone need now?” He groans, moving away from the girl. She pouts and tries to pull him back, “Babe, I’m sure it’s not important. Just stay here.” She practically begs while wrapping her arms around his neck. 

Spencer stops for a second, considering it until he sees who it is calling. “I can’t, Alé is calling. It must be important because she doesn’t call this late unless it is. I’m so sorry.” He apologizes before giving her a peck. She sighs while getting off his lap, “Hey, boss lady, what’s up?” He asks as he heads to his office. He turns and sends a kiss before he disappears down the hall.

Y/N sits on the couch with a pouty expression and arms crossed as she watches the movie in front of her. Her phone buzzes, signaling she got a text. Looking at the phone, she sighs when it shows that Spencer texted ‘Babe, I am so sorry! We have to do something for games tonight and it’s super important. I’m gonna be on discord for a while. I’m so sorry. I love you’ 

‘It’s okay, pretty boy. I love you too’ she replies before tossing her phone next to her on the couch. Frustrated, she lays on the couch and sighs. It seems like no matter what, she can never have a night of just her and Spencer.

Deciding to just pass time, she gets comfortable on the couch and watches the movie. It was a little over halfway through, so she’s hoping by the time the movie is over her boyfriend will be free and they can continue where they left off.

The movie goes by quickly and still no Spencer. Getting off the couch, she walks down the hallway towards his office to what is going on. The door is slightly open, making it easy for Y/N to see in the room. Her heart swells when she sees her boyfriend working on his computer.

“Alex, come on dude! How can this still be happening?” Spencer practically whines as he slumps in his chair. Y/N can’t hear what Alex says as he has his headset on but whatever it is makes her boyfriend even more upset.

Walking back to the kitchen, she gets some pizza then grabs him a drink. Walking back to his office, she knocks and walks in. He turns when he hears the noise and smiles when he sees Y/N. “Hey, love. I’m sorry this is taking so long.” He apologies, kissing her hand when she gets close enough.

“It’s okay, baby. You seem stressed so I got you some food.” Y/N sets the plate down along with the drink. Leaning down, she kisses the top of his head and wraps her arms around his shoulders. “You’re a lifesaver. I’m sorry our night turned into me doing work, again.” She hums and starts to rub his shoulders.

Spencer enjoys the feeling as he continues with the problem at hand and talking with the games crew to fix it. He gets so focused on it, he almost misses the fact of Y/N climbing under the desk. Taking off his headset, he looks at her confused. “Babe, the fuck are you doing?”

“Shh, just relax, Spence. Let me take care of you.” Y/N says, biting her lip as she rubs his thighs. Her hands slowly move up to the waistband of his sweats as he takes a deep breath, “Act like I’m not even here.” She whispers as she pulls down his sweats.

Spencer clears his throat as he puts his headset back on. He holds back a moan as her tongue licks a long stripe from the base to his tip. She smirks to herself as she continues to tease him. Open mouth kisses along it and kitten licks, the sound of his breath getting quicker keeps her motivated.

Her tongue swirls around the tip before she takes him into her mouth, the warm feeling envelopes Spencer which erupts a groan from him which he quickly covers with a cough. Her mouth goes up and down slowly, taking more and more into her mouth with each bob.

When she gets about half-way, she takes the rest of him in her mouth without warning. “Holy fuck.” He practically yells as a hand reaches out to be placed in her hair. “Sorry dude, I’m just…really frustrated right now.” He says with gritted teeth to Alex as the girl beneath him giggles which sends vibrations through him.

Spencer looks down, his blue eyes locking with Y/N’s eyes as she smirks at him with her mouth full. This is a photo he would love to take a savour but sadly his phone is out of reach.

Y/N taps his hand, signaling for him to guide her, which he is more than happy too. His hand finds a good amount of hair to hold onto before he moves her head up and down. Throwing his back, he basks in the feeling of her mouth on him, enjoying every second of his favorite person making him feel good. Something he has needed for a while with all the stress he’s been under.

Her hand reaches out and gently plays with his ball as he continues to guide her. He soon lets go and she takes her mouth off of him with a small pop. She giggles as she strokes it, covered by her saliva. “Babe, please. I’m almost done.” Spencer whines, his mic away from him.

“But I like being right here.” She says before putting her mouth back on him. “Y/N” He moans before moving his mic back. She sets a good pace moving her head up and down and stroking what she can’t fit in her mouth.

“Alex, can we-” Spencer starts but pauses to let out a shaky breath, “Can we finish this tomorrow? I think we did all we can..all we can at home.” Spencer asks, his voice shaky as he tries to get off the discord call. 

Increasing her speed, Y/N locks eyes with Spencer again before taking him fully in her mouth. “Okay, okay, fine, we can try one more thing.” He says begrudgingly as he slides his hand back into Y/N’s hair.

A twitch is felt in Y/N’s mouth as Spencer starts to buck his hip into her mouth. Letting him take the reins, she keeps eye contact as he throws his headset off and cums in her mouth. “Holy fuck, love, fuck!” He groans, his head thrown back as her mouth fills.

“Oh, love, I didn’t even ask-” He starts but she quickly shakes her head before swallowing. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.” She says, giggling before leaning up to kiss him. “Now, finish up with whatever you’re doing and we can have some real fun.” Y/N crawls from under the table then kisses Spencer one more time before walking out of his office. Leaving him breathless as he grabs his headset once again.

[yelenaslore]

WANDANAT FICS

what did i miss

the four times you fucked up and called your doms by the wrong name

mommy kink, daddy kink, captain kink, sir kink

painted all my nights

your mommy was mean, but your daddy could be downright cruel. it makes for an interesting night when they both decide to leave you wanting until you’re not sure how much more teasing you can take, and even then, they’re not going to give in easily

mommy kink, daddy kink, smut

you’re on your own kid

when boredom strikes in the absence of your girlfriends, you make friendship bracelets that will tether you together no matter the distance

fluff

beneath the sun

with your back beneath the harsh summer sun, natasha had you right where she wanted you; on your knees, taking only what she thought you deserved

smut, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink

you are in love

after a long day spent on the beach with your girlfriends, wanda and natasha’s love is loud enough to hear in the silence of your bedroom

smut, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, daddy kink

you can hear it in the silence

as you navigate this new season of love with wanda and natasha, you make the time to fall into soft moments of comfortable silence, even as the world prepares to challenge you as the semester begins

fluff, dom/sub dynamics

under the mistletoe

when you believe your girlfriends to be dead, the last thing you want to do is celebrate christmas without them. and when i’m feeling alone, you remind me of home, oh baby, baby merry christmas

smut, christmas themes,

taste that your lips allow

after a morning of insatiable teasing, wanda and natasha take turns completely undoing you

smut, dom/sub dynamics

making amends

it was finally time for you to get your reward... if the sight of your bosses fucking don't kill you first

smut, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, daddy kink

come touch me

you’ve noticed that they turn into stumbling messes whenever you’re in the same room but have never approached the subject. that all changes when you hear your name being called during a night of passion between the two, and you decide that you’ve had enough.

smut, sir kink

smoke signal

as adopted!reader excitedly sits down to watch the new episode of her favorite show, wanda and natasha reflect on how lucky they are to have a daughter like you.

adopted reader, daughter!reader, moms!wandanat, fluff

bruised love

you need to go through a sexual assault forensic exam before you can be released for home. you’re afraid but your moms are here now. will their presence be enough? 

daughter!reader, angst, hurt/comfort

training grounds

after over a year with them on a mission, it's time for you to bring home your girlfriend.

smut, x kate bishop

best laid plans

natasha enlists your help for a valentine’s surprise for wanda to come home to, you end up being involved a lot more than you planned

smut, mommy kink, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics

peaceful quiet

within the chaos of the world, natasha and wanda find peace with your quiet self

fluff, barton!reader

old friends

reunions aren’t always happy.

fluff, angst, stark!reader

we are here whenever

you are having a panic attack and are going through a rough time and wanda and natasha are there for you

comfort, platonic reader, panic attacks

our sweet angel

cuddles after some strenuous activities always solve everything.

smut, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, daddy kink, gn!reader

scrambled eggs

you wanted to surprise your girlfriends with breakfast but accidentally drop a pan.

fluff

our girl

you asked for natasha or wanda…how about both? you’re in a poly relationship with them both and you’ve been a brat and teasing them all day so they punish you

smut, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink

explorations in ikea

wanda’s a simp. natasha’s a tease. and you? you’re oblivious. wanda can’t bring herself to say no to you. she would move heaven on earth to make you happy. natasha adores you more than she lets on. she would carry an umbrella around for you the entire day to make sure you never get a cold in the rain.

fluff, mutual pining

saccharine

the three of you spend a lazy sunday morning in bed after a rough business night

smut, dom/sub dynamics

the appeal of aphrodite

everyone knows wanda and natasha run the city, but that doesn’t stop you from always getting what you want

smut, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, daddy kink, threesome

invisible

you’ve always felt invisible, and your powers didn’t help those feelings. but then two redheads and a team of superheroes help you realize that maybe you can be seen.

hurt/comfort

take care of you

you’re sick, but luckily your girlfriends are there to help.

fluff, comfort, sickfic

no place like home

your girlfriends have been away on a mission, and god you've missed them.

fluff

pro builder

you finally finish your lego set that took you three days to build but when you show your moms they don't pay you any attention.

fluff, moms!wandanat, child!reader

don’t let the bugs bite

fluff, clint’s farm

sitting on the floor, baby girl

you get locked out of your dorm room and your neighbors offer you a place to chill and study. your neighbors just happen to be the two women who you are crushing on.

fluff, flirting, college au

part two. part three.

safety net

y/n l/n constantly craves affection. her girlfriends? not so much.

fluff

my mommy

natasha wants attention. your daughter wants attention too.

fluff, family dynamics

[a-b-riddle]

Different Tastes: John & his Sweetheart

The '141' stops as soon as they are back home. After that, they are just close friends. Simon, John, Kyle and Johnny had managed to settle down and find themselves sweet little things. All who adore their brave men and all who share different tastes

In this 'series', it's essentially bits of each of the 141 one and their kinks they have with their partners. With that being said, I don't really care if you think that Soap is submissive or Ghost is into CNC/Primal play. That's great. But in this fantasy, this is what it is. It's what I wanted to write. If you want Kyle Garrick to be a pleasure Dom and John to be a Daddy Dom. Cool. Go find other fictions that write that, or be the one to write them. I'm not going to argue about what kinks they would really have.

CW: NSFW. aniligus on male and female anatomy. D/s dynamics. Name calling. Degradation. Oral. Humiliation. Aftercare. Mentions of pornography. Not establishing safe-words. Poor understanding of establishing BDSM boundaries too late. (Not in a non-con way. But two people who don't really have prior experience to BDSM).

MINORS DNI

John and his girl are perfect for each other. For his career, it's very difficult to turn the Captain mode 'off'. He's used to giving orders and taking control over situations. It had been a problem in all of his previous relationships.

So when he found you, his perfect girl, he would have moved the moon if it meant making you happy. Add into the fact that you did like to switch your brain on autopilot and let John control mostly everything, it worked out well for both of you.

Where do you want to eat tonight?

What do you think I should wear?

I'm getting kind of sick of my hair? What do you think? Longer, shorter? Darker? Lighter?

You always relied on his opinion and followed it.

John couldn't get enough. You never got sick of hearing his thoughts and opinions. You didn't get pissed when he gave you what sounded very much like an order. To you it was John being John. He didn’t simply stop being a Captain when he wasn’t in the field and you were content with that. Liked it even.

But soon enough his bossing around had taken you both down a slippery slope. You had always wanted to explore BDSM and each order in your everyday life made you fantasize about John as a Dominant. Your sex life with John was already fantastic and he always took the lead anyway. So it felt only natural to add-in some kinkier aspects. John wasn't opposed to tying you up. Dishing out occasional discipline when you did something wrong until you ultimately admitted you hated it.

You felt when he 'punished' you, you disappointed him. John's palms started to itch when you confessed that you would much rather him spank you simply because he wanted to. So he did. Whenever he pleased. Often bending you over the counter and giving you a few swats. Your pussy already dripping for him by the time he was finished.

Deeper and deeper you dove down to more than just tying you up and spanking your ass until your juices practically leaked down to your thighs. Service submission had been what you liked the most. If John told you to be on your knees when he got home with a whiskey neat in one hand and a plate of food in the other, you did it.

When you told him this, he started casually mentioning what kind of wedding ring styles you liked.

Eventually you admitted you like being degraded.

"I know you love me," you said one night. Lazily sitting on the couch with John after a dinner date with Kyle and his girlfriend. "And respect me." Butterflies fluttered uncomfortably in your stomach. You didn’t want John to think you liked being abused per se, but this is something you’ve wanted to try with him for so long. "but I don't always need to feel like I’m respected during sex."

John didn't pull his arm off of you as he turned to face you better. His head tilting to the side when he asked you to elaborate. You felt your cheeks heat up as you told him how you wanted him to treat you like a toy. That during a scene, you wanted to feel like he had total control over your body. You could outline actions and phrases you were okay with if it made him feel better about doing it. Even developing safe words.

There hadn't been a need for safe words up until this point. If you asked John to stop, he stopped. If you complained about something hurting, he still stopped and either readjusted, or ended the scene. But this time you confessed that you didn't want ‘no’ to be an option. No felt like you weren't being his good girl. You knew it didn’t make you bad for stopping but it just helped in some weird way you couldn’t quite explain.

He agreed. First came the colors. Then the limits. And most importantly, the fantasies.

After that John finally admitted that he wanted to try anal play on you since you didn't list it as a limit. He’s always fantasized about it, but he had always felt uncomfortable asking you. At first you thought he simply meant a finger up your ass. Some poking and prodding that led up to anal.

However, with the new found confidence to truly divulge his desires to you. John laid it all out.

Price knows what he likes and he absolutely loves worshipping any part of you he can get his hands or mouth on.

The first time he ate your ass it quite literally stole your breath. He had you bent over his desk; his scattered reports long forgotten. You had just gotten home from work. He heard the opening and shutting of the door before grabbing his phone. He had texted you to come into his office in 30 minutes.

Your outfit is on the bed. I’m in my office. Bring me a drink. Daddy feels like drinking some whiskey and eating a peach.

That was your signal. You were a nervous fucking wreck as you got ready.

Before you knew it, he had you bent over with two fingers in your cunt, rubbing that sweet spot while his tongue explored a place no one else ever had.

Months laters, neither of you were no longer shy about John taking you however he wanted. Whether that was hogtied with your ass in the air or you humping his boot when he ordered you to show him how much of a desperate little slut you were.

He loved seeing you so desperate for him. He was obsessed in the way you tensed when he had you bent over. Licking a long stripe from your clit all the way to your puckered hole before settling there.

What was once an occasional thing became a weekly occurrence.

As expected, the two of you eventually tried anal after realizing how good his tongue felt in your ass. The first time he fucked your ass he spent what felt like forever working his thick fingers inside of you before finally working your way up to take his cock. He refused to have such an intimate first thing be in any sort of scenario where he wasn't soft and loving. If you wanted it to be degrading, it would just have to wait.

John was a stern man, but he took care of you. This wasn't something that would be initially pleasant for you and he was damned and determined to make this a good experience by the end of it.

Because of the lack of pressure he put on you to just take it, you had loved it. Even craved it now. You loved when he called you a pathetic little whore after you followed his order of bending over and spreading your ass cheeks for him. You loved when he told you how pretty you looked before landing a glob of spit on your puckered asshole. You loved how he made you beg him to fuck your ass when it was that time of the month; that you were so desperate for his cock you will take it in any hole.

But funny enough, as much quality time John seemed to have with your asshole, you can't really remember if you've ever seen his. Sure, you’ve seen his bare ass sauntering around the house and in the shower, but he’s never been in a compromising position while naked.

Even funnier, you're not sure if you've ever really seen a guy's asshole. So down the rabbit hole of pornhub you went until you found what eating ass was also known as.

Rimming.

And more importantly, how men were rimmed. Your curiosity had eventually grown to wondering what it was like. What would it be like?

So you just asked him.

At first he laughed, assuming you were joking. But then you shamelessly admitted to finding it hot. You confessed how the porn you’ve been watching had pretty much centered around male worship. Although the underarm area and feet were usually something you skipped over, seeing women on their knees giving rimjobs was something that made your core ache when you thought about doing it with John.

To say he was flustered was an understatement. He tried to dissuade you. Insisting that it was, well, gross were his exact words. When a flash of hurt crossed your face he realized his mistake.

It wasn’t that he thought the act itself was gross per se. He felt as though he was gross. "Too gross to let a pretty little thing like you do that." Yet it didn’t deter you from showing him how much you wanted him.

With a little bit of assurance that it’s something you wanted to do, not just reciprocate what he had been doing, he relented. Although, having you on your knees, hump his boot practically begging to with tears in your eyes did make him believe you actually wanted this. John loved when you begged him, but always felt the need to tell you yes when he wasn't serving as your dominant.

Yes. John loved taking charge, but he hated telling you no when you hardly ever asked for anything.

So. It was a safety measure John and you had put into place. When you wanted something that he may say no to because he felt as if it would degrade you as a partner, you didn’t ask as his partner; you asked as his submissive. This put in the acknowledgment that he wasn't making the decision as a partner. John was going to do what he thought best, whether or not you agreed to it. You always set the precent, gave him the permission to be the one to make the decisions. It showed him that you trusted him and whatever he decided.

John always felt more freely when you had gotten in your sub space. He felt more confident in telling you no or giving you orders. He had spent so long being the one to call the shots in his career, he was always afraid of his domineering nature taking control in the relationship.

Your confidence in him meant everything.

He had just gotten home from an extended stay on base. Usually you were able to get a facetime or a call here and there, but besides the occasional texts you were met with radio silence for almost five days.

It wasn't until he came home Saturday just before lunch. You had snacked all day, suddenly feeling guilty you hadn't even gotten groceries for the week. You offered to order something when he told you he hadn't eaten lunch, but he declined.

"C'mere, sweetheart." He ordered pointing right at his boots. A soft smile played on his lips as you sank down to your knees and crawled over to him. John took a deep breath. Reminding himself he can't fuck you right now. Not when he finally built up the courage to do what he was about to do.

“I need to freshen up." He said, squatting down until he was almost eye level with you. "Open." He ordered. Without hesitation, you opened your mouth, tongue out prepared to let him do whatever he wanted. He gently grabbed your tongue, holding it between his thumb and finger before giving it a light squeeze. Drool already slipping out of your mouth. "When I get out of the shower, I expect you to be in our room, on all fours with this pretty little tongue to worship me. Understand, sweetheart?"

Your eyes widened as you felt your core involuntarily clenching around nothing. Fuck. This was so hot. Fuck. This was happening. It was happening.

John stood at his full height before heading to the master bedroom. You waited until you heard the clicking of the door before practically sprinting behind him.

You sat on your knees, anxiously listening to the sound of the running water from the bathroom. You wondered how he would discuss it. Both of you played out possible scenarios and weeded out ones you were absolutely not okay with doing.

One scenario you agreed on was you laying on your back with your head hanging off the bed. John would face fuck you for a bit before he got into a sixty-nine position. He would have the view of you playing with your greedy little pussy. You would lap at him like a pathetic whore while he stroked his cock before he finally came all over your tits.

One thing John didn't feel comfortable doing was simply bending over on his hands and knees. Hiking up a leg, sure. But something about the position made him feel vulnerable and he just didn't want to try it.

Waiting patiently by the foot of the bed. On your hands and knees like a good girl, you head the water shut off.

Fresh out of the shower, John walked over to you before sitting down on the bed. You waited for his order. Never jumping the gun and simply taking him the moment he waved his cock in front of your face.

He spread his thighs apart, letting his limp cock hang near the edge of the bed. "Put my cock in your mouth, but don't suck. Just want you to warm him up a bit." You immediately take him in your mouth without hesitation. Loving the way you feel his cock slowly harden.

You maintain eye contact, trying hard not to move your tongue. Fighting every urge to start sucking and being a good little whore. When he finally give you permission, he still sets the pace. His hand firm on the back of your neck.

"Go at your own pace, sweetheart." He said, kissing your forehead. "Just remember," He reminded, his voice still gentle. "Mo fingers and stop if you need to, yeah?" You nod, remembering that he's doing this for you.

He scooted down further on the bed before laying on his back. Legs spread.

You weren't really sure where to start. So you just started slow. Built up to the same way John did to you when he was the one licking your ass. You started with soft kisses. Letting your teeth graze over the skin of his thighs, getting closer and closer to where you wanted to be.

You felt him stiffen as you got closer. You gave a soft kiss before waiting for him to tell you to stop.

He doesn't.

You continue.

You start soft. Closing your eyes and licking and mouthing at his asshole like you were making out with it.

"Fuck." You hear him curse, but he doesn't tell you to stop.

"Can I please rub my pussy, Sir?" You asked, your hands aching to touch your wet cunt.

"Yes." He granted, his hand starting to slowly stroke his cock. "But you still need permission to cum." He reminded before closing his eyes and letting you continue.

With low curses and gasps falling from his mouth you became more and more enthralled. Your face pressing harder and harder against him. Trying to get your tongue as deep inside him as you possibly could.

The humiliation of it all making you feel already so close to falling over the edge. Your fingers rubbed methodical circles around your clit as you began mindlessly nodding your head along, tongue sticking out; lapping at his asshole like the stupid little bitch you were.

“You like that, huh? Licking me like the dirty little slut that you are." He said, knowing that was something you wanted to be told.

“Yes, Sir." You admitted, only breaking away briefly to answer him before resuming servicing him.

“Damn fucking right.” He growled out. "That's my good little whore. Worshipping my fucking asshole." His words made you clench around nothing. Making you wish you had asked to use a dildo or the fucking machine instead.

Next time. You thought.

"Can-fuck-" He pants tugging harder at his cock, his orgasm building. "Can I push your head, sweetheart?" It wasn't something the two of you had went over, but he wanted to be sure. During blowjobs were fine, but you had never done this before.

"Yes! Please!" You pant out before feeling his hand grab a hold of the back of your head and pulling you deeper into him.

You manage to spit, making it sloppier, wetter. Easier for you face to glide and knowing it probably felt better for him too. It's not too long before Price finds himself grinding pathetically against your face. "Fuck, sweetheart." He pants. "Fuck that feels so good."

You could barely breathe. Your mouth too busy lapping away at his asshole to bother breathing. Your nose pressed too hard against his taint to get any air. You decided if this is how you die... well, you wouldn't hate it. Hard

"Can I cum? Can I cum?" You repeated. Your voice muffled, but John knew what you wanted.

"Cum, but don't you fucking stop." He ordered. His grip tightening, legs beginning to tense. "I'm so close. Don't stop, sweetheart."

You kept going. Your jaw beginning to become sore as you kept going. Not even stopping when you felt John's body shake. Not stopping when your own orgasm took hold of you. Tears falling from the intensity of it all.

Not stopping when you heard him release a string of curses and praises. Not stopping when you felt his cum landing on the top of your head. Only slowing when he began to relax. Only stopping until he finally pulled you away.

You sat on your heels. Hands placed on your thighs. Waiting for him to look up at you. You were in position just waiting for fall apart. Trying so hard to be his good girl.

Finally he collected himself enough to manage to sit up. He looked down at you, marveling at the sight.

Mascara smeared. Face covered in spit. His cum now dripping from your head down to your face. Fuck, you looked beautiful.

Fuck.

Your hair.

Was that something you agreed on doing?

Fuck.

You had both agreed on him coming in you, on your face, tits, pussy or ass. Hell, you even agreed to lick it off of him or if any of it fell onto the hardwood. But you never went over if coming in your hair.

"Sorry, sweetheart." He apologized, swiping at a string of cum on your eye brown, threatening to make its' way into your pretty eyes. "Should have asked if your hair was okay." You smiled hazily at his concern, but honestly thought it was a little funny. This man pushed your face into his asshole while he called you filthy things and he was worried that you were concerned over a little cum in your hair.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" All you could do was nod as John hauled you to your feet and practically carrying you to the shower.

Tenderly, he got the oil based cleanser and began to clean your face as gentle as he could. It wasn’t methodical and not necessarily the best way, but he was too worried about rubbing your face too harshly knowing how raw it probably felt.

You didn’t care. You always marveled in the tenderness of his touch after an intense scene. Basked in his words of praise and adoration after he debased and dehumanized you. It was therapeutic. To be taken so low only to have the same man build you back up.

He spoke lowly in your ear. “Did so well for me, sweet girl.” After he ran the soft spray of water over your face, he pulled you tightly to his chest. You felt his lips press on your wet hair. “Made me feel so fucking good.”

You felt your knees weaken, but John continued to pamper you. Being sure to take extra care in washing your face again until at the remanets of your messed up make up was gone.

"You liked it?" You asked, closing in your eyes. Relishing in his touch.

"Yes, baby." He answered. "I loved it." Your chest swelled with pride. He liked it. He liked your fantasy too.

"Would you wanna do it again?" You asked, praying the answer was yes.

"I'd love that." You hummed in contentment as he turned you around, now starting on your hair.

Although John had never came in your hair before, he had learned your washing routine to the point of perfection and honestly his touch felt so much better than your own. It was a way of aftercare now, but initially he learned when you had hit a sub drop.

Neither of you knew that it even existed before it was too late. And two days after an intense scene you still hadn't washed your hair.

When he finally finished, he grabbed one of the microfiber towels you used to dry your hair. He methodically and gently squeezed out the access water before wrapping you in a huge towel. He stayed behind in the shower for only a minute to wash away your spit before joining you.

He took your hand, leading you to the sinks before turning you around to face him. You hated this part. It was when you were the most exhausted and you wanted to just crawl into bed. "Gotta dry it, Sweetheart." He said, sitting you down on the bathroom counter. "Just relax. Let me handle it."

So you did. You let John handle it. Let him have the power. It always worked out better for you anyway.

Eventually, John was satisfied and picked you back up. You were half asleep, barely holding on when he tucked you in. He pulled your back close to his chest.

It was nearing the end of your aftercare. John was scrolling on doordash, trying to find something that would be good to eat as he always did, asking for input. Sometimes you offered it. Mostly you said anything he wanted was fine. He always made sure it would be delivered after an hour. Giving you enough time to bask in the post-coital cuddles.

He continued talking. How much he enjoyed it. What he wouldn't mind trying next. Your eye were growing heavier and heavier the more he spoke. A brief moment of silence passed before he spoke again.

“You know,” he started. “Johnny was mentioning something about pet play with his girl.” It wasn't surprising. The four men of the 141 weren't shy in telling the others what them and the missus had been up to in the bedroom. Even going as far as to let the girls play together, but making it a point to never share.

None of them had any interest in letting another man touch what belonged to them, but they didn't mind letting the girls indulge in a little girl time.

“Heaven knows that MacTavish needs to be collared.” You said, feeling the edges of sleep beginning to take over your vision. You tried to stifle a yawn as you spoke, to no avail while John barked out a laugh.

“Who says Johnny's the dog?” He asked.

[malum-forev]

In My Head

Bucky was past the point of anger. Sam could tell by the way Bucky stared at him with tense  eyebrows. He had been for the past sixteen hours. 

“What the hell is wrong with you now?” Sam massaged his temples. They had barely escaped death days prior, he didn’t have the time or energy to deal with whatever Bucky’s problem was. 

But the Sergeant kept quiet. 

Sam huffed, leaning his head back on the wall of the plane.

Just three more hours and we’re back home. Sam thought. 

Bucky grinded his teeth, keeping his eyes set on the floor.  He felt his blood like fire, rushing through his whole body. His thoughts were racing, a thousand miles per hour. His muscles felt weak but he couldn’t fall asleep, not after what happened. 

A flashback to the moment where everything almost ended came back but Bucky shook his head, trying to erase the memory. But nothing would let him forget what he saw in those last seconds. 

Then the all-consuming rage came back again. 

Bucky had been going through this vicious cycle for the past 72 hours. 

His body tried to betray him when the plane landed, Bucky’s sore body begged for mercy. Even one hour of rest would help but he was on a mission. 

Bucky stalked off the ramp directly into the compound’s common area. 

“Buck!” Steve rose from the couch, happy to see his best friend alive and back. 

But instead of greeting his friend, Bucky kept walking. “Where is she.”

“She? Who?” 

“She’s got you too, huh.” Bucky scoffed. “Un-fucking-believable.”

The elevator ride up to the bedrooms was too long for him. He needed to unleash the rage he’d been filtering for days, and there was only one person responsible for everything. 

You thought you were getting a relaxed Sunday. No one needed help, the world was at peace, and you were going to watch disgustingly cheesy movies all day. 

Key word- thought. 

Suddenly your door was being almost smashed by a couple of knocks.

“I know you’re in there.” Bucky’s voice boomed. 

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep yourself as quiet as possible. He would go away eventually, right?

“Open the damn door!” He yelled. “I can hear your breathing pattern.”

Your “relationship”, if you could even call it that, with Bucky is strained to say the least. 

He’s a veteran who should be retired, you’re a newer hire. He likes things to be done a specific way, you always try new things. He wants to lead, you want to lead. 

“I’m not on the clock right now so technically, you’re not my boss.” You yelled back, throwing a popcorn kernel in the air and catching it in your mouth. 

“Open this fucking door you witch!”

“Sorceress.” You corrected him. If he was going to try and use your powers to insult, he should do it the correct way. 

You heard a growl then a pop. As you sit up in bed, the door handle from your side of the room falls to the floor and the door flies open. 

“Guess the door was open after all.” Bucky gives you a fake smile. 

“Why are you here.” You turn away from him, partly to act disinterested and partly to stop looking at him. He wasn’t your favorite person in the world but you’re only human! You hadn’t seen him in days and the ruffled ways of his hair and unkempt beard made your breath hitch. 

“You know why I’m here.” He gripped the metal pole on your bed’s footboard, you turn only your head towards him blinking a couple of times at the sight of his rolled-up Henley exposing his forearms. When the fuck did you start being attracted to forearms, when did that even become a thing! You followed the popped-up veins traveling from his knuckles to his elbows where they disappeared completely. 

“I don’t have time for your mysterious ways, Barnes.” You turn back to your movie. “Either tell my why you’re pissed or get out.”

With two steps he’s standing next to you again. His stern blue eyes pierced through you, forcing your head up. 

“How did you do it.” Bucky says through gritted teeth. 

Your eyebrows furrow. 

“This is the last time I’ll ask politely.” You could see the anger in his eyes. “How the fuck did you do it!”

You stand up. He was still ways taller than you but no one was going to come into your room and speak to you like that.

“I have no clue as to what you’re talking about.” You crossed your arms. “So, this is the last time I’ll ask you properly. Get out.”

Bucky let out a humorless laugh. “Is this a joke to you? This job? Be careful how you talk to me because I can make everything go away in a second.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise.”

Your breathing quickens as your anger rises. “You have no right being here when I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Nothing wrong?!” Bucky yells coming closer to you. “You almost cost me my life that’s what you did! Now you say nothing’s wrong?”

“Your life? How the hell am I responsible for a mistake you made thousands of miles away!” You stand inches away from his face, rage hovering over both of you like a cloud. 

“You got in here!” Bucky points to his head  “I know you did some spell just for me to mess up!”

“I didn’t do anything! I wouldn’t try and get you killed!” You yell. 

“Then how the fuck did I see you when I was going down!” He yells back and your room suddenly goes quiet, only the sounds of your heavy breathing could be heard. 

“Y- you saw me when you were dying?” You whisper, looking up at his crystal blue eyes. 

Bucky sucked in a breath, his eyes going from yours to your lips. 

“You were in my head, I know you did it on purpose.” Bucky’s eyes stopped at your lips.

“I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Your mind must have been playing tricks on you because you were almost certain Bucky was coming closer to you. 

But suddenly, the heat radiating off his body was ripped away from you. He jumped towards the door and out the hallway. 

“I need to leave.” He said, coughing into his hand. Red splotches adorning his cheeks. “I’m sorry about your door handle, I’ll have someone come by and fix it.”

All you could do was nod. 

“I-my-I’m.” Bucky stuttered. 

“Have a nice rest of your Sunday, Sarge.” You said and he nodded his head, hurrying down to his bedroom. 

You fell back onto your bed. This has got to be the weirdest Sunday ever. 

[mostly-marvel-musings]

“This is wrong.” “So wrong.”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.” (This is SUCH a snarky starky line)

with Tony x Personal Assistant Reader? 👀

So wrong

Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader

Warning: 18+ smut

🍁🍂 Kinktober 2024 🍂🍁

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The quiet buzz of the party could be heard at a distance, not that it was an active thought for you at the moment.

Your mind had stopped functioning about two martinis ago and was now about to combust given the situation you had landed yourself in. Dress hiked up, panties dangling over an ankle while the man you worked for, aka your boss, aka the famous Tony Stark was knelt between your legs.

“This is wrong…” you whispered as your chest rose and fell, unable to move away from his touch as his hands massaged your thighs, nipping your flushed skin just to elicit a reaction from you.

“So wrong.”

Tony nodded in agreement, doing absolutely nothing to let you go, knowing he probably should. You were his assistant.

His perfect assistant who made his life easier, someone he could rely on for everything. He knew if things went south, he wouldn’t want to lose you. And yet, here he was, drunk on you, the sight of your glistening pussy waiting to be devoured by him.

A gasp left your lips when his nose brushed against the hood of your clit, pushing it up until you were completely exposed. He let out a soft grunt as you anchored yourself by grabbing his hair, bringing him closer to your dripping cunt, all sense of reasoning now out of the window.

You needed him. And he knew that.

He got to work diligently, lapping up your juices hungrily while your legs threatened to close around his head. The man had a reputation for a reason, now you knew. He was just that good.

While you were in the throes of passion, the rational part of your brain registered incoming footsteps that were heading towards the unlocked bathroom door. A needy whine from you only pushing Tony further to test just how many delicious sounds you were capable of making.

“I—I think someone’s coming, Tony.” You stuttered, heels digging into his back while he did nothing to stop and pay attention to your words. It was like he was a man on a mission.

Your pussy ached for more as his tongue plunged into your entrance, drawing out sinful moans while his fingers dug into your soft flesh, holding your legs open.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noises you were making.” Tony smirked, turning your cheeks warm at the sight of his beard now shining with your arousal, brown eyes darkened with lust.

“I just thought someone was coming..” you repeated, not believing how meek your voice sounded.

He simply shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal if you two were caught in the act. It wasn’t like the most prolific members of the society and press were right outside. Would such a scandal even matter to Tony Stark? Nope. He had done worse.

“I’ll tell you the only person who will be coming is you, my gorgeous assistant, over and over again until your legs give out. Then I’ll get to carry you home and do this all over again.”

[rain-water-flowers]

The Sweetest Song of Unexpected Love

CHAPTER 1 - Just Like Chet

WC: 2478

Warnings: a toxic friend, pet names, but other than that none for this chapter, but the next one... :)

A/n: I'm excited to be posting thisss...I'm not very confident in my writing but I think if I keep working on it it'll get better. Pls pls pls pls pls critique (not in a mean way) because I would love to hear ways on how I could improve. :))) Enjoyyyy.

Series Masterlist

Y/n’s been told multiple times that she falls in love too easily. By her mom, her best friend Seohyun, and even acquaintances and co-workers. But what do they know? Just because she loves a lot, doesn’t mean she loves too easily. 

Sure she’s gotten her heart broken a few times, but doesn’t everybody? Her most recent heartbreak was Hajoon. He was a toxic man-child who let jealousy overtake him. Sure she liked him, loved him even, but he would cover her with praises at one point, and degrade her (in a non-fun way) at another. 

At this point she’s feeling like she’s losing hope in all guys. Everytime she thinks he’s the one, she gets proven wrong time and time again. 

So, she decides to go out with her best friend, Seohyun, tonight to just have fun. There was a mask night at the local club that seemed fun enough to go to. No feeling involved, no strings attached, and especially – her number one rule she set for herself – no love. She tends to be one of those “fall in love at first sight people”. As it’s known, that doesn’t always work out for her, so she figured if she can’t see the person, she has less of a chance setting herself up for failure.

The doorbell rings as y/n’s getting the rest of her makeup on. She quickly caps the mascara and gets up to answer the door.

“Hi!” She says happily as Seohyun walks in and embraces her. 

“Hey, girl. Ready for tonight?” She asks, a big smile on her face. 

“Yes! I’m so excited. Work has been stressing me out and I really need to let loose.”

Y/n closes the front door and heads to her bedroom to get her outfit on. “Just take a seat on the bed. I'll be done in a minute.” She says with a big smile. 

She goes into the bathroom and quickly puts her outfit on. It was a tight black skirt reaching just above her mid thigh, and an equally black crop top with intricate diamond designs on it. She puts on some of her favorite jewelry, slips on her black heels, and walks back into the bedroom. 

“Is that what you’re wearing?” Seohyun asks, her tone slightly judgemental. 

“Yeah…why? What’s wrong with it?” Y/n responds. She was feeling good about her outfit before, but now shes feeling insecure. Sometimes Seohyun has that effect.

“It’s a little boring, no?” She says, turning to Y/n’s closet. 

“Oh, I didn’t think so..” 

“Of course you didn’t, girl. That’s why I’m here.” She says, shuffling through your clothes. 

Sometimes y/n feels like Seohyun is a little too judgemental with her. More than the average friend is. But she never says anything even if it would probably be better to drop a toxic friend. Seohyun is really the only real friend she has. 

“Here, try this.” She says, holding out a neon green cocktail dress with feathers at the top of it and a completely open back. 

“Are you praying for my downfall or something?” Y/n asks with a laugh. 

She probably is.. Y/n thinks to herself.

“Of course not! But sometimes you’re really bland. Like right now. You need to spice it up if you want anybody to even look in your direction.” She remarks, tossing the dress at her. 

“Given the fact that that’s not my goal for tonight, I think I’ll be okay.” Y/n responds with a slight chuckle. 

Seohyun rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Whatever you say.” She says before leaving the room and heading to the kitchen. 

Y/n truly wasn’t looking for anything to happen tonight. She just wanted to let loose from work. Lately her – extremely hot, very muscular, super annoying in a way that makes her want to jump him – boss has been getting on her for everything. Every time she writes a report, he nitpicks at it until she feels like she has to re-write the whole thing. 

Even today, he basically told her she wasn’t qualified enough to do her job, and Y/n knows shes not the number one employee at the company, but she’s not incompetent. 

Y/n walked into Mr. Bang’s office, already tense because she knows he’s gonna critique her – now second time – revision of her report. She knows she’s not doing anything wrong, she’s even asked co-workers to read over her reports to make sure she wasn’t missing anything or had anything wrong. They all say it’s fine – even the office perfectionist, Seungmin. 

“Sit down, please.” Mr. Bang says, eyes focused on the computer in front of him. 

Y/n takes a seat in the chair directly across from him, hands fidgeting but still making eye contact with him. She can’t help but get nervous around him, he’s exactly her type – muscular, good looking, dominating – but she also hates him for how much he gets on her about her reports for no reason. Today he was wearing a black button up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, buttons holding on for dear life. He had his glasses on today making him look even more delectable. 

Y/n was too busy ogling the middle button that looked like it was about to pop open to notice Mr. Bang calling her name. 

She quickly looked up at the sound of him clearing his throat loudly. There was a look in his eyes that she couldn’t read but she knew it was something dark. It made her want to crawl across the table and sit right on his cock. 

What is going on with me today? I must be ovulating jeez. Y/n thinks to herself, feeling like she’s in heat or something. 

Mr. Bang held steady and stern eye contact with her as he started speaking. “I called you in here because after reading your report for a second time, it’s still not right. I know you can do better than this.” 

“With all due respect, Mr. Bang, I feel like you only ever critique me. I have had other co-workers look at it and tell me it is fine. I don’t know what else you would like me to fix.” Y/n says, feeling more than annoyed that he keeps on pulling this. 

Mr. Bang fixes her with an intense look. “If I’m critiquing you, that means that you are obviously doing something wrong. I shouldn’t have to tell you what’s wrong with it, you’ve been working here for over two years – you know how to do your job. Fix it, and don’t make me have to call you in here again.” He slams the report onto the side of the desk she was sitting on and goes back to writing his emails. 

Y/n sits there for three more seconds before taking a deep breath in, standing up slowly, grabbing the report, and walking out of his office with her head held high. It took everything in her not to crawl across the desk, not to sit on his cock this time, but to slap the shit out of him. Why does he treat her like this? She knows she isn’t doing anything wrong. 

“Do you have your mask?” Seohyun yells from the kitchen, knocking y/n out of her thoughts. 

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah but…I know we were gonna match but I figured it would be better for us to have different ones. Matching seemed stupid.” She says casually. 

Y/n didn’t think it was stupid, but then again, she also isn’t Seohyun. 

“Come onnnn y/n, we’re gonna be late.” Seohyun said as she walked into the bedroom. Y/n was putting the last finishing touches on her makeup. Her mask left the whole eye area open, so she wanted to fill it with pretty eyeshadow to bring out her eyes. 

“Okay, okay, I’m ready.” Y/n said, grabbing her purse and putting her wallet and keys in it. “Let's go.” 

Y/n and Seohyun could hear the music from the parking lot as they got out of the car. The night air was cool and gave y/n goosebumps as she slipped the mask onto her face and placed her phone into the hidden pocket of her skirt.

They walked into the club and were immediately hit with the smell of sweat, perfume, and alcohol. 

Seohyun took a deep breath in. “Mmmmm the smell of relaxation.” She said, sounding excited to get the night started. “I’m gonna go grab us drinks, you find a booth.” 

Y/n took off to find a booth. She weaved her way through the many bodies on the dance floor to the other side of the club. Everyone was sweaty and basically dry humping each other. 

I guess it's not just me that’s ovulating, haha. 

She kept walking until she reached the back wall of the club where the booths resided. All of them were occupied except for the one near the stairs to the VIP floor. Y/n set her bag down and slid into the booth. She glanced around as she waited for Seohyun to come back with the drinks. 

Suddenly, there was a weird tension in the air. It felt like she was being watched intensely. She felt the same tension she feels when shes stuck in her boss’s suffocating office. She started fidgeting with her hands, not being able to escape the strong and intense tension she was feeling. It was starting to get uncomfortable, so she pulled out her phone to call Seohyun. 

Ring, ring, ring…

“C’mon, pick up…” She whispered to herself. 

She almost lost hope on her “best friend” answering, when she heard her loud voice come through the speaker. 

“What y/n? I’m tryna get laid!” She heard Seohyun say, slurring her words together. 

Y/n felt disappointment overtake her. Seohyun was supposed to hang out with her tonight so they could have a fun girls night out. She wasn’t supposed to go off to fuck some random guy. 

“I thought you were coming back with drinks. I got us a booth.” Y/n sighed. She was feeling more and more annoyed as the minutes went on. She didn’t wanna hang out by herself. She knew that if she made her way to the dancefloor, she’d end up grinding on someone and having a probably disappointing lay. 

“I was…but then this really cute guy started talking to me. We’re in his car right now so I’ll have to call you back! Byeeeeee-” She hung up. 

Y/n let out a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes. She hoped to drink and dance with her friend all night and let her stress float out of her. Was that too much to ask? 

She could still feel the heavy tension through her equally as heavy despondency. Y/n glanced up from her phone to the dance floor, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. All she could see was everyone dancing with friends and having the time of their lives. She then looked higher to the VIP floor where the fancy and expensive booths resided. 

As she was scanning the booths, she made eye contact with someone. He was staring her down so much that she could feel the intensity through the mask. Her breath hitched as he smirked when they finally made eye contact. 

Y/n looked up at him with a slight look of innocence in her eyes. Since Seohyun left her, why not have some fun? She doesn’t have to fall in love with the guy. All she needs is a nice, quick, fuck. Preferably not terrible, but being with the men she’s been with, there isn’t a lot of hope there. 

He raises one finger and motions for her to come to him. She bites her lip and slowly gets up. As y/n makes her way over to the VIP stairs, she feels her confidence boost. Maybe it’s the anger from her friend leaving her, or the mask that makes her somewhat anonymous. She’s only slightly skeptical about having a one night stand. She’s only done it once, and it was so bad she faked an orgasm just to get away from the man faster. 

The bouncer stops her at the bottom of the stairs. “Do you have an invitation?” He asks. She points to the unknown man at the booth second most closest to the stairs. He glances up and the mystery man gives him a nod. The bouncer steps to the side and lets her through. 

As she makes her way up the stairs she thinks about how she’s going to play this out. The guy probably isn’t gonna do much to make her feel good, so maybe she can at least coax him into some foreplay. 

As she reaches the booth, she takes him in. He's just her type – muscular in all the right places, thick thighs, perfect hair that she can grip in her hands, and hands that look like they could choke the life out of her. In a fun way. 

He’s sitting with his legs spread and a drink in his hands. She stands at the front of the booth making heavy eye contact with him. She wants him to know he doesn’t intimidate her. He smirks at her confidence and beckons her over with his fingers. 

She slowly makes her way toward him and slides into the booth. He pulls her onto his lap.

“Hi, pretty.” He says, voice deep and sensual, eyes piercing through her and making her feel like prey. 

“Hi..” Y/n responds, trying to keep her voice from wavering. This man was much more attractive up close and it was making her more nervous than she’d like to admit. 

“You looked lonely down there all by yourself, kitten. What’s that about?” He pouts mockingly. 

“I, um, my friend left me by myself so I just, I don’t know. I didn’t wanna dance by myself.” Y/n eventually gets out. She’s never been one to not know what to say, but something about thighs mystery man had her forgetting her own name. 

“Aww. I’m sorry about your friend, pretty.” He says, brushing her hair out of her face. “But at least now you're with me, yeah?” He adds showing a slight smile, and y/n? Y/n almost folds completely right there. His smile was so captivating, even in the dark lighting of the club. Something about it was so familiar and comforting, but so sexy at the same time. She was frozen in place not knowing what to do. 

“Why don’t we get to know each other a bit?” He suggests. Y/n nods her head dumbly and gives him a smile. 

Tonight’s going better than I thought it would. She thinks to herself. 

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bf!chris x plus size!reader

title: bubble bath

pairing: bf!chris x plus size! reader

w/c: 2230

description: you have a long and tiring day so chris decides to run a bubble bath for the both of you.

your body was aching. literally aching. you were on your feet all day at work and it was much busier than usual. annoying, rude customers, your staff members who make you do all the work, your boss who is incredibly ungrateful and selfish and never shows up. everything always falls on your shoulders and you’re tired. so fucking tired.

the second you get home from work, you drop your purse on the nearest countertop and walk over to your bedroom, slumping yourself over onto the bed next to your boyfriend chris as he laid there watching tiktoks. he immediately pulled his phone away and set it on the nightstand as he noticed you were home and you didn’t look happy at all.

“baby? what’s wrong?” he immediately slid over to you, his hand finding your back and rubbing it in smooth, slow circles against the fabric of your shirt.

you felt awful. your body ached from head to toe. you turned your head over to look at him as you laid on your stomach, a slight pout on your face. “work is killin’ me, babe. i can’t do it anymore. i’m so tired.” even your voice was tired as you strained to even get those simple words out.

chris didn’t like seeing you so upset. he never wanted you hurt, even if that meant having a bad day at work. he was an amazing boyfriend and you were so lucky to have him. you both moved in together 6 months ago and since then, your relationship has been so much more balanced and easy going.

it broke his heart to see you like this. he continued to run his hand up and down your back as he sat next to you on the bed, a frown on his face. “oh my love, m’so sorry. you kick ass everyday and they don’t deserve you.”

he always knew what to do and say to make you feel better. your face softened as you hear his words, looking over at him with tired eyes. it's not that you were sleepy tired, you were just simply exhausted from life lately. your self esteem has also not been doing the best lately. all your life you had to deal with being the ‘plus size girl’ and having to figure out how to be comfortable in your own skin. luckily, chris was an amazing, supportive boyfriend who loved you despite any flaws you claimed to have and made you feel beautiful inside and out. he cherished your body like it was made just for him.

“missed you.” was all you could manage to speak out, your eyes never leaving his.

“missed you too, princess. you know what you do deserve? a nice ass bubble bath. you can sit, relax, and unwind. i can start it for you. what do you say?”

his words excited you, your frown immediately disappearing and turning into a small smile. chris was so good to you and even when you felt like you didn’t deserve it, he reminded you and showed you that you did. you nodded your head, slowly moving your body so that you could sit right next to him on the bed, your hand immediately finding his. “please? but only under one condition.”

he took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers together, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. his eyebrow raised up in curiosity as he stared at you when you asked him the question. “what is it?”

your cheeks turned a dark shade of pink before you started to speak again. “can you join me in the bath? please. need a massage too.” you don’t know why you got nervous and flustered when you mentioned things like this. a bubble bath together was an intimate experience, but you didn’t have to have sex. you both have had sex before, even if it took you some time to fully feel comfortable with him seeing your body underneath your clothes.

chris worshiped your body and always knew what to do and say to make you feel good and special. like you were the most beautiful girl in the world. he loved every curve, every dimple, every stretch mark. you were his and he was so grateful.

“of course i can, baby. let me get it going for you, okay?” he gave your hand one more squeeze before leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your temple. “you never even have to ask. of course i’d join you and give my girl the most amazing massage of her life.”

your cheeks continued to flush as he spoke, nodding your head as he got up from the bed. “thank you, baby. you’re so good to me.”

he got up off the bed with a grin on his face. before he entered the bathroom that was in your shared bedroom, he flashed you a playful wink which made your stomach twinge with butterflies. you began to pull your clothes off your aching body piece by piece until you were naked. you looked over at the full size mirror once you were fully nude, taking in a deep breath as you scan over your own body. chris loved your body, he fucking worshiped it. you still had to learn to love your body, but with the help of chris and how good he was to you, you were slowly getting there day by day. you grabbed the hair tie from your wrist and threw your hair up into a messy bun. you took one more good look at yourself, scanning over your curvy figure, your perfect breasts, you’re stomach that chris loved to kiss so much. you were coming to terms with the fact that maybe you didn’t mind being a plus size woman. maybe it was just part of who you were.

“babe! all ready!” chris shouted from the bathroom. you immediately pulled away from the mirror to join him. once you stepped inside, your eyes widened in surprise. the light was turned off, but a couple candles were lit and placed by the bathtub that gave just the right amount of light. the bathtub was filled with bubbles. chris stood there, fully naked with a wide grin on his face once he noticed your presence and you taking it all in. “surprise! all for you, baby.”

you suddenly felt like you were on the brink of tears. no one has ever done anything like this for you before. you always dreamt of having a love like this, but didn’t truly know what love was like until you met him and he changed your life for the better. “chris..” you blinked back a couple tears as you started speaking, although you weren’t sure what to say. it was safe to say chris had made you speechless. “all of this? for me?”

he let out a soft chuckle and immediately grabbed your naked body to pull you close to him. your bare chests now pressed up against each other’s. he shook his head at your words, placing his index and middle finger underneath your chin to lift your head up so your eyes can lock together. love and adoration filled his gaze, his other hand resting onto your bare lower back. “for us, but mainly for you. i’ll get in first.” he flashed you a huge grin, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away and stepping into the water.

he got himself settled into the bathtub, his back leaning against the tile wall as he looked up at you and motioned for you to come join him. you flashed him a small smile before immediately joining him into the bathtub. the bubbles surrounding your skin and the water was delicately warm and comfortable. you instantly let out a satisfied sigh, your body fitting in between chris’ legs. your back rest against his chest as you leaned your head back to look up at him with an adoring smile on her face.

“thank you so much, baby. i defintely needed this. and you.”

chris grinned widely, nodding his head at your words. he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, both of your lips lingering against one another’s for a moment as he whispered, “anything for my girl. now, let me give you a nice massage, hm?”

you instantly nodded your head, your body comfortably sitting in front of him. your hair was still tucked up on top of your head in the messy bun.

once his hands were on your skin you immediately shudder against his touch. his hands felt amazing. you definitely needed this. your eyes fluttered closed, your head tilting forwards as you your body relaxes to his touch. “thank you baby.” you say softly as you let out a content sigh.

he continues to massage your back before moving his hand down lower to your tailbone, pressing firmly into your tight skin with his thumbs which causes a soft wail to leave your lips at the feeling. you didn’t realize how much you needed this until chris brought up the idea. he kneaded your skin with his hands, your head tilted onto your shoulder as he continued his movements. “mm, anything for you, baby.” he pressed a couple kisses to the back of your shoulder, a shudder running down your spine at the feeling of his lips against your skin.

the warm water made you relax, but it was chris’ touch that made it all so much better. you were incredibly lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend like him who always looked out for you and knew how to treat you and make you feel special.

you stretched out a bit more so that your back was now pressing against his chest as you adjusted your body so you can lay against him. he moved his hand from your back to your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze, his fingers dancing along your skin. his hands ran up and down your hips, a soft whimper leaving your lips at the feeling of his skin against your curves. “so fuckin’ curvy, ma. just the way i like it.” he breathed out, his hands squeezing your hips a bit harder, causing another whimper to leave your lips.

he made you feel absolutely beautiful in every way and you felt even more special when his hardened cock pressed up against you as you laid against him. “chris..” you whined out, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. “really?” you looked back at him with an amused expression on your face. you loved knowing he got turned on so easily by you. just from touching you, kissing you, or simply looking at you, he was a goner.

he let out a soft chuckle, shrugging his shoulders as he continued to run his hands up and down your soapy skin, his hand moving over to your tummy. you felt the most insecure about your stomach; how it always looks bloated and hangs out of your pants, especially when you sat and you had the faintest lines of stretch marks that covered your tummy and hips. he kissed every single inch of you every time he saw you naked, reminding you how beautiful and sexy you were. it always made you so flustered, no matter how often he did it.

“can’t help it, baby. you’re so pretty.” he pressed a couple more kisses to your shoulder, his hand caressing your stomach in smooth, slow circles.

you sighed contently against him as he spread his legs further so you can continue to lay comfortably in between his legs. your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink from his words and from feeling his hardness against you. it always surprised you and made you feel so special when he’d get so easily hard because of you.

“i love you.” you whispered to him as you rested your head onto his chest, looking up at him with a gentle smile on your face.

“and i love you.” he whispered back, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your lips, smiling against them.

you both spent a decent amount of time in the bath before you were starting to get chilly and told chris you wanted to lay down and cuddle with him to relax and maybe watch some movies before you went to bed for the night.

when you got out of the bath, you grabbed a towel and walked over to the bedroom. chris cleaned up the bathroom and blew out the candles before walking back into your bedroom.

chris saw you getting changed into your pajamas, your shorts already on your body and when you were about to put on your shirt, chris wrapped his arms around you from behind and grabbed the shorts from your hand, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your shoulder. his hands rested on your stomach, his hardened cock was pressing up against your ass which caused you to let out a soft gasp.

“who said you were allowed to put on clothes, hm? no sense in puttin' them on when they’re comin' right off anyway.”

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im thinking about y/n fucking CEO yeonjun for a raise

CEO!YEONJUN X F!READER

a/n: hello anon!! thank you for the ask :) I usually wouldn’t write something like this (because I’m a strong independent woman that has tons of self respect) but for yeonjun I’d do pretty much anything 🥰 that’s my man right there. Anyways, please enjoy!!

You had just graduated college not so long ago and you were finally out looking for a job! You managed to secure your first position at your first choice company, working as a software developer! you were so proud of yourself and you were happy to finally be able to be independent and support yourself. You had a small apartment and nice things in said apartment but sometimes, you wish you had a little more money to save and to use to go out with your friends once in a while. hence why, after about 6 months, you go in to have a netting with your boss: yeonjun.

you were nervous about this meeting for a few different reasons. Yeonjun was a really handsome individual. Like…so handsome that he border-lined sexy. How could you possibly think of your boss this way? That’s so wrong! You did your best to avoid him because everytime you spoke to him, your cheeks and ears would go bright red and he could see your shyness.

Now, you were stepping into his office after his receptionist said you could. You took a breath before opening the door and finally walked in. There he was, in his usual fancy work attire, looking sexy as always. He was wearing a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his usual black slacks. He never wore fancy shoes though, always opting for vans or converse that also came in black. That made him a little less intimidating but still, you were no less nervous to speak to him.

He smiled when he saw it was you and other you to take a seat. “Oh y/n, come on in. Take a seat! Would you like anything to drink?” You shake your head no and he looks at you still. “So, tell me what you’re in for today? Is everything alright around the office?” You look down at your hands and then up at him, “yeah, everything in the office is okay. I kinda needed to ask more of a personal question.” Yeonjun nods and you ask your question. “A raise? Well, you have been doing really well. You’re probably one of our best employees.” Your eyes go wide and you smile. “Really? Does that mean you’ll consider a raise? Even if it’s a small one. I kinda need it.” He looks at you and thinks for a second, “well, maybe I’ll consider if you do something for me.” You were curious as to what he wanted so you asked him and you were shocked to hear his answer. “Just have sex with me. I think you’re really beautiful. If you do it, I’ll give you a $10 raise.” Your eyes get bigger at his offer. A whole ten extra dollars an hour??? That would be plenty to save up for that new hand bag you wanted!

you usually had a little more self-respect than this but you couldn't help it. the offer was too good to pass up no matter what you had to do. thats how you find yourself bent over your bosses desk, skirt bunched up at your waist and panties pooling at your ankles. he's standing behind you, teasing you dripping slit with his erection. he's smirking and using his free hand to caress your ass. "so pretty. how did i not ask for this sooner?"

he finally decided to stop teasing and pushing himself inside of you. you whine at the sudden intrustion and he leans over, grabbing one of your hands and intertwing it with his. "its okay, sweet girl. no need to whine. it's not gonna hurt for long." he kisses your cheek and pulls back to his previous position. when you tell him it was okay to move, he finally starts to thrust. he goes gently the whole time and calls you such pretty names. "such a beautiful girl taking it so well. you like this, hmm? when a big, important man treats you nicely?"

he continues his movements until you starts whining to cum. "mm sir...please. wanna-" you were cut off by his groan. "sir? you called me sir? say it again." he sniffle from the tears falling from your eyes, "sir! please!" he groans again and leans over again, getting closer to your face. "cum for me, pretty. wanna see that gorgeous face." with his words, you were sent overthe edge and finally let go. you cry out at the euphoric feeling and yeonjun continues to thrust, pulling out when he's ready to cum. he pumps himself a few more times and cums all over your ass. he smirks when he sees his work.

when you're done, you attempt to put your clothes back on buthe stops you. "hey, what are you doing? let me take care of you." you were suprised by this and turned, "sir, are you sure? you don;t have to do that. i understand if you don't have time for me beyond this." he shakes his head and chuckles, "i don't just have sex with anyone. what if i liked you and wanted to take you on a date? what wold you say?" you look at his eyes and they were sincere. "mm fine. lets go on a date." he smiled and kissed your cheek.

once he finally cleans you up and dresses you once again, he escorts you out of his offce with a wink and his phone number now in your phone.