26 - A Good Boss || Santiago Pope Garcia X Fem!reader

𝓓𝓪𝔂 26 - A Good Boss || Santiago “Pope” Garcia x fem!reader

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Summary: Consider a scenario in which you and your boss are into each other. It doesn't happen very often, right? Now imagine that your boss is Santiago Pope Garcia, and he already knows you better than anyone else on the operational team…

Warnings: smut without plot (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 1010

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Wall Sex First-person narrative style is used in this fic

Santiago Garcia was watching me; he watched me constantly nowadays; he was the head of the operation I was part of; he was the same man who had me standing over his desk not a week ago, pleading for his cum.

Here he was, practically eye-fucking me. It's just a matter of getting your work done, you moron, I thought to myself. Don't pay attention to him, ignore him, pretend he doesn't exist. 

I got absolutely nothing done during the rest of the day, my mind drifting to that night. Because I was staring at my screen so hard, I didn't notice that the rest of our team had left. As I finish packing up, I rush to the door. I hear him call out to me as I walk past his office. My heart races as I turn to him. "Yes, Mr Garcia?"

As he saunters to the door frame, grinning, he takes his time looking at me from top to bottom; after what seems like an eternity, he responds, "Why have you ignored me the entire day?"

Looking him square in the eye, I say, "You know why, it was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened." 

I remember you enjoying yourself quite a bit," Santiago whispers, grazing the back of my cheek with his fingers.

Glaring at him, I smack his hand away. "That doesn't mean shit, and you know it. Fuck you for thinking otherwise, you cocky bastard." Turning, I turn to walk out, but am thrown against the wall before I could go too far.

"Quite a mouth on you, I like it better when you moan my name," he closes in on me and pushes me against the wall, mouth close to my ear, one hand resting on the wall beside my face, the other trailing down my chest.

I try to leave again, but his hand flies to my throat.

Santiago whispers into my ear, nipping at my lobe, "I know you have been thinking about it. Don't deny it."

With a struggle, I spit out, "I haven't. I don't care about cocky, self-centered idiots."

Suddenly, I'm yanked into his office, the door closing behind us. He warns, "I'll fuck you until you're too tired even to speak."

As our lips crash together, I try desperately to get him off me, but he is just too strong for me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask.

My chest presses into the wood as Garcia forces me onto the desk. Kicking my legs apart, I curse myself for wearing a skirt that day, hating that he was right - this is exactly what I wanted, as evidenced by the damp spot on my underwear. 

He pulls my underwear off without warning, tearing my cry from me; he plunges a finger into me, up to his knuckle, with full, unhindered access.

As I recall the last time I was bent over this desk, my cunt flutters around the intrusion as I moan loudly like a whore.

Adding another finger, he scissors me open; at least he had the courtesy to work me open first. As he continues to fuck me, pleasure starts to rise; adding another finger, he continues to fuck me with his fingers.

As I turn my head to look at Santiago, I see his bulge clearly visible as he stares intently at his fingers.

I whimper, the pleasure almost reaching its peak. As I pressed back against him, he thrusts his fingers faster, forcing me back down onto the desk. He pulls out completely just as my orgasm crests.

In a chuckle, Santiago pulls himself out of his pants and says, "You don't get to cum until I tell you." Rubbing his engorged cock against my slit, my hips pitch uncontrollably.

You are a wanton whore. Does your superior teasing you with his cock turn you on, Y/N?"

Almost unable to contain myself, I moan, "Fuck you." Just as my pleasure started up again, I shout as he pushes to the hilt inside of me.

It feels like I'm being torn apart, his thick length filling me, his pink bulbous head kissing my cervix; I swear I can feel every vein, his balls pressing firmly against my clitoral region.

Then, he pulled out up to the tip, pressing a hand against my spine, setting a punishing pace, skin slapping against skin, desk making horrific sounds as it rocks with Santiago's every hard push.

Garcia flips me onto my back and hooks my legs onto his shoulders.

My juices leak down the crack of my ass as Santiago smacks his dick onto my mound.

He pushes back into me as he looks at me, continuing his slow pace; he keeps my gaze, and every time I close my eyes, he smacks my cunt, causing a whimper; he takes pleasure in my moans, taking pleasure at the fact that I hadn't cum yet, basking in my pleasured frustrations. His arms are tightly wrapped around my waist as he lifts my almost ragdoll body against the wall, continuing to pound furiously. “You like that, don’t you?” Santiago asks, pressing his lips down on my earlobe as he grunts in my ear. “You like having me inside, huh?” His strong hands hold my ass firmly, keeping me from falling.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let him use and abuse me the entire time. “Oh, fuck, Santiago, fuck, yes!” I make sure my legs are tightly wrapped around his snapping hips.

"Cum on my thick cock, little one," he encourages.

In my orgasm, I clench so hard that he is nearly forced out. Electricity shocks through every nerve in my body as I roll my head back, resting it against the wall.

In one final thrust, Santiago grasps my neck with his teeth, filling me with his warm seed. Every rope splashes against my cervix, filling me to the brim as Santiago lets out a loud grunt of satisfaction. "Well, we see you're capable of being a good girl if you want to be."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 21 - Disturbed Slumber || Keigo Takami x fem!reader

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Summary: Coming home late isn't so bad.

Warnings: smut without plot

Word count: 443

Author: Cass

A/N: The prompt for today is: Somnophilia

Hawks always came back late.

When he returned, you were already asleep, comfortably tucked in bed wearing nothing but a pair of panties and his shirt (after all, you always claimed to be his #1 fan).

It was always adorable. Sometimes too cute for his liking.

Perhaps that's why he ended up between your legs; panties shifted aside, his lips wrapped around your clit as his fingers moved quickly in and out of you.

All of your whimpers and moans in your sleep only made him hard. He needed you so badly, he had so many emotions bottled up inside him, but he didn't want to disturb your sleep.

As you reached your limit, your walls squeezed his fingers, you let out a quiet whimper.

Keigo was actually impressed by your ability to cum without waking up. He wasn't finished yet, of course. Why would he squander such a golden opportunity?

Keigo quickly removed his already too-tight pants and wrapped your legs around his waist. He pushed into you immediately, letting out a heavy moan. He loved how you were always so tight!

He wasn't going to hold himself back when you were so beautiful, innocent, and at his mercy. He set a hard and deep pace, hitting all the high points that made you want to sing along for him.

Keigo couldn't hold out much longer; he needed to cum, and the way your soft walls hugged his cock told him you were close as well.

"Keigo…" You groaned, gripping the sheets tightly.

"That's me, songbird," he hummed, leaning down to wrap his arms around you, his pace unabated. His hand even moved between your bodies to tease your clit, causing you to whimper loudly. "I knew I would wake you up, but you were too lovely. I just couldn't help myself."

You couldn't respond because the knot in your stomach snapped, and you started moaning his name.

That was all it took to push him over the edge.

With a low groan, he cum, his wings puffing up as thick ropes of cum filled you.

Keigo purred and nuzzled your neck, tightly hugging you. "That was something," he said with a chuckle.

"Well... No one said we had to stop here," your voice was still tinged with sleep as you replayed. Your hand reached the base of his wings as it moved up his back. "I can tell someone is tense here."

He immediately perked up at the teasing touch and smiled as you looked at him. "Oh, well, well. Take a look at that. My little songbird is very mischievous, but in all honesty? I can't refuse such a tempting offer."

💖🐼 Hiya Again!

It's time to sit down, relax, and catch a breath after a month full of excitement, spicy moments and lust.

Let us all soothe the mood and have fun during our very first Fluffember event ♡ As one of our writers put it, "Fluffember is like post-Kinktober aftercare" - we believe we can all agree on this statement!

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♡ please keep in mind that all works range between 500 and 3k words, with little to no particular plot. All of our readers are female

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1 - Recovery - Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (Peaky Blinders)

2 - Hair Brushing/Styling - Thoma x fem!reader (Genshin Impact)

3 - Dinner cooking - Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader (The Hobbit)

4 - Bed Sharing - Tartaglia x fem!reader (Genshin Impact)

5 - Hands Holding - Steven Grant x fem!reader (Moon Knight)

6 - Picnic - Jake Lockley & Khonshu x fem!reader (Moon Knight)

7 - Cuddling - Sirius Black x fem!reader (Harry Potter)

8 - Time Spending - Jack Chambers x fem!reader (Don't Worry Darling)

9 - Stargazing - Ivar x fem!reader (Vikings)

One Bed - Two People || Tartaglia x fem!reader

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Summary: Sharing a bed isn't always a bad thing, especially if two people adore each other.

Warnings: None

Word count: ~725

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

A/N: today’s prompt: Bed Sharing

Resting during missions is common, but resting in a decent hotel is unusual. You are surprised to discover that there is only one room with one bed available.

You adore Tartaglia, which is why you refuse to consider simply sharing a bed with him! At least not right now! You sigh, rubbing the back of your neck. "Wow, that's unexpected."

Because Childe likes you so much, he only smirks, more to himself. "Is that an issue for you, Y/N? You're always so eager to be challenged, so consider this as a challenge," he says after taking a seat on the bed and petting the open space beside him.

You frown, your cheeks flushed as you stare at him. You're not going to give him this satisfaction, are you? "I'm going to take a bath because you dragged me into an unnecessary fight."

"Sure, I won't stop you," a smug smirk appears on his lips as his gaze follows you until you vanish in the bathroom.

You lock the door and quickly start the bath to calm yourself down.

After bathing, you change into more comfortable and clean clothes before joining him again.

Childe moves a little to provide you with a more spacious place on the bed. "Feeling better?"

"I would if there were two beds," you say and sigh and settle into the bed next to him.

"If this is such a problem for you, I can eventually take the floor," he scoffs.

You chuckle, shaking your head. "No, no, everything is fine. Just… I wasn't expecting such a situation. Whoever got us this room had a great sense of humour."

After you're comfortable by his side, Tartaglia wraps his arm around the curve of your waist. "I like your shower gel scent."

You look at him and blink. Your eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected words. "Thank you. I'm glad you like it."

His hand rubs your shoulder as he holds you close. "You're tired, aren't you?"

"A little, but I'm fine with staying up a little longer," you reply, nuzzling closer to him. "How about you? Aren't you exhausted? Especially after what happened?" You perk up as you look at him, "You're not hurt, are you?"

He rolls his eyes and replies in a casual manner, "No, I am not. You think I would have gotten hurt so easily, Y/N?"

"I don't believe you would, but…" As you nuzzle to him and wrap your arms around him, your voice becomes quiet, "I'm simply concerned about you. Always."

"Oh, really? Is that so?" He asks, poking your nose.

You groan slightly annoyed, rubbing your nose, before saying, "Don't act as if you don't know! You're wondering why I'm always there for you when you're in pain?"

"I have no idea, Y/N? Perhaps you like to take care of people that are in need or the hurt ones?" He teases.

You immediately turn in his arms, huffing angrily. Your back is facing him. "You annoy me a lot today, Childe."

He uses the moment to push your hair from your neck and kiss your nape. "Oh, am I that annoying, little Y/N?"

Your cheeks are bright red right now. "Y-yes, you are! You make me blush so much that I am on the verge of dying!"

"Tell me what do you feel for me, but for real."

"I…" You pause before continuing, licking your lips, "I absolutely adore you. I adore you, and it breaks my heart to see you in pain."

"It's not so often, though," Childe reminds you with a smirk forming on his lips.

"It's not often, indeed, but you have a habit of pushing yourself past your limits, which has a turn on your body," you counter.

Childe likes everything about your bragging, as you can tell by his chuckle. "It's difficult not to agree with you."

You pull his arms up your body, hugging them as you snuggle closer to him. "You are very important to me."

He smiles against your nape and soon closes his eyes. "Sleep tight, Y/N."

You turn around in his arms once more before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "You, too," you say softly, settling against his chest.

"You see?" He asks, his voice sleepy. "Sharing the bed with me wasn't such a bad idea."

A Herbal Soup || Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader

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Summary: the talent you possess in the kitchen gets complimented by Thorin during a stopover in Rivendell.

Warnings: none

Word count: 575

Author: Rouge

A/N: today’s prompt: Dinner Cooking

The journey to the Lonely Mountain was far from easy - you had to face trolls, orcs, spiders, and other foul creatures you never knew existed.

During the quest, you questioned your motives and the fact you agreed to help Gandalf - you were only a human and could add only the skill of wielding a sword; you even hacked heads of a few orcs.

The company was fortunate to have made it to Rivendell where you all could have rested upright for the first time since several days ago. On the night when Gandalf sought Elrond's assistance, you joined the Dwarves at their small campfire while Elrond was translating the Moon-letters on Thrór's Map.

“Have you seen Thorin?” You asked Kíli after taking place by his side.

He nodded while biting into food he held in his hand. "Yes. In fact, he went with Elrond and Gandalf."

Nodding, you immersed yourself in one of Balin's tales. After feeling a little hungry, and since the food the Dwarves had acquired a taste for was not something you longed for, you got up and went to ask the Elves for a cauldron and some herbs. The Elves agreed to let you use their kitchen after hearing your request; it was a blessing and you felt honored. You chopped carrots, celery, and some parsley and its leaves, and added a few potatoes, herbs, and spices to a pot over the fire. You smiled at yourself as you inhaled the herbal smell of the soup you were making.

A sudden question asked in a deep tone echoed from the walls of the kitchen, "What are you doing, Y/N?"

Looking over your shoulder, you smiled at Thorin as he entered the chamber. "I'm cooking soup. Would you like to try it?"

As Thorin got closer, he simply nodded.

A spoon was passed to him and you shifted aside so he could get closer to the pot.

He gathered some liquid on the spoon, then he blew at it a few times and slipped the spoon past his lips. Seconds later, he smiled, "It's really tasty, Y/N. I never thought soup without meat could taste so good. Perhaps I'd add something spicy to it."

"Can you peel a big onion and a few peppers for me?" You asked. "Is everything okay?"

Thorin nodded, doing what you've asked him to. “In some way, yes. Elrond read the Moon-letters, which said: ‘Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the key-hole’, so we are running out of time since Durin's Day is just around the corner,” Thorin said as he passed you the onion and started to chop the peppers.

Over the fire, you fried the onion until it turned golden, then added it to the soup, followed by the peppers. “I’m sure we’ll get to the right place on time, Thorin. Be of good cheer.”

Thorin only listened to you, his expression remained unchanged as he grabbed some peppercorns and threw them into the pot.

Thorin helped you clean the kitchen and threw away the peeling while remaining quiet.

As soon as the soup was ready, you let him try it.

Thorin looked at you after tasting the broth. "It's very tasty, and I take it as a huge compliment from a carnivore," he said. "Who would have thought humans are capable of cooking so well?"

Bad Hair Day || Thoma x fem!reader

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Summary: Thoma appears to be extremely helpful when your hair is refusing to cooperate

Warnings: None

Word count: 499

Author: Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Hair Brushing/Styling

"No, no, no! It's all wrong! Why must it be like this now!?" You groan, attempting to brush out knots in your hair.

You're getting ready, or attempting to get ready, for a date with Thoma.

Everything is going so well, your outfit is perfect, nicely done... However, your hair decides to misbehave at the last moment. It will not stay in place no matter what you do. When you brush and style the hair in a beautiful hairstyle, there is always a strand sticking out or laying in the wrong direction.

You put the brush away with a growl and begin untangling yet another failed hairstyle. You can't possibly leave like this! Not on a first date!

You get up and start walking around, trying to come up with a solution to this situation when you hear Thoma's cheerful voice calling you from behind the door. You immediately grab it to prevent him from entering. He can't look at you like this!

"H-Huh? Is something wrong, Y/N? Is your door stuck?" He inquires, perplexed.

"No! That is not the case... Just… I'm not quite ready yet. I have a little problem here," you respond honestly.

"Do you require assistance?"

Naturally, he asks you that. Thoma at his best.

You remain silent on the other side of the door, unsure what to do, but eventually decide to let him in.

Your door slides open to reveal Thoma, who looks as good as ever.

"So? What's the issue, love? You look great today," he says, making you blush.

You nervously point at your hair while playing with your hands. "My hair is acting up today. I worked hard to brush them in order to look nice tonight."

Thoma blinks at you, his head slightly tilted to the side.

"You're always stunning, but you can't seem to keep those lovely locs under control. I am delighted to assist," Thoma smiles as he pats the seat in front of a mirror.

You return the smile and take a seat, staring at your reflection.

Thoma approaches you from behind and immediately begins brushing your hair. Despite the tangles you're certain are in your hair, the brush moves smoothly.

As he continues to work, your boyfriend begins to hum.

"Could you please close your eyes? No peeking until I'm finished, okay?"

You simply comply with his request.

He soon puts the brush away and begins to play with your hair, gently pulling and twisting the strands as he pleases.

Thoma pecks your cheek after a while, you're not sure how much time passed. "You are now free to look."

You open your eyes with a gasp - he managed to put your hair in a beautiful braid with no flaws!

"You look even more beautiful," he says. ”So? Shall we? Now, that the minor issue has been resolved?" Thoma extends his hand to you.

You gladly accept it with a short nod. "Yes," you laugh, getting up to finally go on a planned date.