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A Match Made In The Tattoo Parlor
Kinktober Day 26 — Office Sex
Summary: A continuation from You Can Let Go Now.
Pairing: Cameron Cade x Black f!reader
Warnings: smutty smut, explicit language, use of n-word, office sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise
Word count: 3.4k
Part one | Part three
Kinktober 2025 Masterlist
The gym was once again quiet, and you only got this type of quiet after midnight. You were halfway through locking the front doors when you heard a faint click sound that paused you as the back door unlocked.
And then came that laugh you knew all too well, the one you always associated with trouble and, more recently, a facial.
“You ever heard of business hours, Cam?” you called over your shoulder, half-smiling as he stepped through the door.
He gave you a grin, his hoodie hanging loosely, his hairline a bit damp as if he had sprinted to the gym.
“Couldn’t wait till mornin’,” he said, breathless. “Had to show you what a nigga got yesterday.”
Very.. Homo?
Megan Skiendiel x Fem Reader (7th Member!)
- In which you and Megan decided to keep everything a secret, hiding your relationship from everyone. You sneak quick kisses in hallways and hold hands under tables, convinced that you two are the most discreet people ever.
Spoiler alert: You are not.
Synergy | (san smut)
pairing: OfficeWorker!San x Reader
summary: You accidentally confess to your coworker San and become his girlfriend. He shows you the perks of a workplace relationship.
word count: 970
warnings: fingering, depictions of masturbation, bathroom sex
a/n: office siren san yay
You stare blankly at the lunch box your new boyfriend and coworker, San, made for you at your desk. Inside is the messiest peanut butter and jelly sandwich you’ve ever seen. The jelly oozes out from the sides and its edges are jagged and uneven. It’s clear he tried to cut the crust off but just couldn’t get it quite right. “Thanks?” You say awkwardly, forcing a smile. On the other hand, San gives you a radiant smile in return. “You're very welcome doll.” He says while winking at you before returning to his cubicle on the other side of the office.
The last few days have been like this ever since you accidentally confessed to San in the break room. Originally, you were going to confess your crush to a different coworker— your team leader Wooyoung, but your nerves took over. You closed your eyes and let your voice lead, but when you opened them again, Wooyoung was gone and in his place was San who had a cocky smirk on his face.
“I always knew you had a thing for me." He scoffs while pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "I accept." He says while you scramble to pick your jaw up off the floor.
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Shy and non-confrontational, you couldn't bring yourself to tell San the truth. In fact, you never got the chance to. San's love is hot and infinite, he showers you with affection any chance he can get, no matter the time or place.
You exit the restroom to find him leaning against the wall right outside. Before you can speak, he's taking long strides towards you, cornering you back into the restroom.
"I've always wanted to try doing something like this at work." He hums softly against your neck. His warm breath on your skin sends chills throughout your body. You involuntarily arch your back and he lifts you onto the sink countertop. "San we can't, not here." You weakly protest, feeling yourself getting overwhelmed by the charms you didn't realize he had.
"Don't worry baby, I'll make sure my princess doesn't get in trouble." He peppers your face with kisses all over, his face now fully flushed. You can practically feel the lust radiating off of him. "I'll tell team leader Wooyoung that big bad Sannie was so horny he couldn't keep his hands off of you." He growls into your ear so only you can hear him.
His hands begin to roam under your skirt until they find their way to your panties. Whines slip out of your lips that has his cock twitching against his snug trousers. "Shhh princess, we're at work." He whispers while yanking his tie off. "Open up." He commands and you comply, jaw turning slack.
Impressed by your obedience, he gently places the tie in your mouth. "Tonight I want you to think about this with your hand between your thighs." He softly brushes the back of his hand against your face, his eyes glued to yours. "And I want you to be as loud as possible. Do it for me baby, okay?" He looks up at you with darkened eyes.
You nod and spread your legs wider for him. Somehow San has you wrapped around his fingers, but you can't complain. Especially when you feel him pull your panties to the side. The cold air meets your soaking folds, the drastic temperature shirt has you drooling all over his tie.
San rolls up his shirt sleeves and you briefly admire the abundant veins and muscles that flex when he finally makes contact with your sensitive area. Holding back your whines, you arch your back into his touch. His fingers lightly press on your folds, making agonizingly slow circles on your heat.
The bathroom is silent except for the sound of your wetness gathering on San's fingers. Meanwhile, he is mesmerized, watching his fingers get coated in your glittery substance. He bites his lip and concentrates, memorizing your body's every detail. "I'm so lucky, my girlfriend has the prettiest, wettest pussy." He hums. Your thighs twitch, desperate for him to insert them already but he stills them with one hand.
"Normally I'd take my time with you, but lunch break is almost over. It must be your lucky day." He winks before slowly dipping two long fingers inside of you. It was getting more difficult to stay quiet, especially when you notice his distracting erection. San senses the urgency and quickly picks up the pace, trying his best stay quiet himself.
His pace is brutal. He's knuckles deep in you, scissoring and rubbing your clit until you're sore. Gripping his broad shoulders tightly, you practically beg in his ear. "Please let me come honey." San freezes for a moment and happily takes in his first pet name before absolutely demolishing your clit, filling you to the brim. Your orgasm hits you hard, slobber now trickling down his tie.
San's eyes are glazed, watching you in your most vulnerable state. He treasures every detail as you finish, then slips your panties down your legs. Before you can question him, he's lowering his pants and boxers, hissing when his hand accidentally brushes against his aching tip.
It's a pretty pink color, flushed and desperate for release. You watch in awe as he wraps your soiled panties around his shaft and throws his head back, shamelessly jerking off in front of you. It's impossible to last long when he he's under your warm stare, coated by your juices.
He comes after only a few strokes, shooting white ribbons all over your panties he was fisting with. Afterwards, he bundles them, and places them inside his pocket.
"San wait! I need those for the rest of today."
"Call me honey again and maybe I'll consider it."
♡ cowboy!rafe surprises farmer’s!daughter!reader with a picnic date!
warnings: fluff, sneaking around, suggestive language
a/n: cowboy!rafe hasn’t made an appearance on here for a minute so this is long overdue. i’m actually planning something super exciting (a farmer’s!daughter!reader series) that i think all of you will love <3 as always, i now have a private community where we could discuss anything and everything, so just leave a comment, ask, or message me if you’d like an invite!
rafe has been acting strange all morning. from finishing up his work earlier than usual, disappearing into the field of trees for an extended period of time, to running back and forth out of the house with paper bags and a pitcher full of lemonade you made just yesterday, you couldn’t help but let your curiosity get the best of you. skipping down the old wooden stairs, you made your way out back where rafe was using his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his face.
“what are you doing? i’ve been watching you from my window this whole time.” rafe turned, looking around to make sure no one could see you two. “hey.. do you know what time your old man is coming back home?” you shook your head, reaching up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips. “no, but we should still have some time left..” you trailed off, feeling your cheeks heat once rafe gave you that smug grin of his.
“yeah? wanna give this cowboy a ride?” rafe leaned down, his nose running along the underside of your jaw, “i don’t know, you look a little tired..” you teased him, giving him a soft nudge as he lead you out of the back house. “i actually wanna show you something,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leading you to where he spent the morning setting up a picnic date, your eyebrows knitting in confusion, “i know i’ve been working a lot but i wanted to do a little somethin’ special for you,” you two kept on walking until you stepped into a small clearing, the quilt lying on the ground catching your attention.
you gasped once you saw the homeade bouquet sitting in the center. “rafe cameron, you did not!” you emphasized his full name, throwing your arms around him. “this is just too cute!” you squealed, immediately taking a seat and taking the bouquet in your lap. in it was daisies, sunflowers, and baby’s-breath. it was absolutely perfect. “do you like it?” he watched you admire the flowers, the sunlight’s rays gently peeking through the trees and casting it’s glow onto your surroundings. “i love it, really,” you glanced at him, “this is so sweet, i don’t think my heart could take it.” rafe laughed, opening up one of the paperbags to show you the contents.
“so as you can see here; this is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but— this isn’t your ordinary jelly..” you scooted closer, peering down at the piece of bread. “remember when you were telling me that you missed your mom’s strawberry jam?” you gasped, your eyes instantly welling with tears. “well, it turns out that your dad had the recipe written down somewhere for safekeeping, so i made it for you.” he handed you the sandwich, the gooey sweetness dripping onto your finger.
popping a digit into your mouth, you were hit with a wave of nostalgia, the taste taking you back to when you were just four years old and eating lunch after coming back in from playing outside all afternoon. “this is perfect, rafe,” you pecked his cheek, “seriously, this is the most precious thing anyone has ever done for me..” rafe smiled, his eyes softening at your words. “i’m glad, sweetheart, i’ll keep this in mind for the next one.”
wanna be yours - demitra kalogeras
“do i wanna know? if this feeling flows both ways?” ♫ do i wanna know? —arctic monkeys
⋆˙⟡ in which: you’re in love with your best friend. but how do you tell her? and do you really wanna know if she feels the same?
a/n: just got the random idea and it reminded me of the song covered by the arctic monkeys sooo here :) enjoy my babiessss
It was late evening and storming out. Thunder shook the walls of your best friend, Demitra’s, house, but you were safe and cozy inside— lying in her bed and watching TikTok with her. You were cuddled up next to her in a fuzzy blanket and she had her arm wrapped around your waist, holding her phone up in front so both of you could see.
Her sister Eli and her boyfriend Noah were out on a date. Her other sister, Sunday, was at a doctor’s appointment, and their parents were out at some bar.
This was the perfect time to tell her how you felt.
Demitra had been your best friend for three years. You met during P.E. class freshman year, and ever since had been a duo as dynamic as peanut butter and jelly.
But halfway through sophomore year, you came to discover that you were bisexual—and on top of that, you had realized that the feelings you had for Mia might expand beyond platonic. And at first it scared you.
You were terrified it would mess up your friendship, and you had no clue if Demitra even liked girls. It was a slim shot, but you couldn’t hold in the secret anymore. Every time she touched you— whether she was simply tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear or brushing your waist with her hand as she scooted behind you in the kitchen— you shivered with longing.
Sure, she was your best friend. But those round, full lips, perfect body, and sexy attitude were making it really hard to tame your thoughts. But then again, did you really wanna know if she felt the same or not?
You reached over and clicked Demitra’s phone off, sitting up. She looked at you from her spot on her pillow with an eyebrow raised.
“What’s up? You hungry? I can make us a snack.”
You shook your head and nervously fidgeted with the bottom of Demitra’s oversized tee— the one you always slept in when you stayed over.
“Mia, can we talk? About something serious.”
Demitra instantly sat up and put the back of her hand to your forehead. “Serious? What’s wrong, are you okay? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?”
You laughed nervously and turned to face her. “I never told you this because… well, no one knows. You’ll be the first, actually.”
“Ooh, a secret.”
“Mia.” You warned, reminding her that this was serious.
“Sorry. Go on.”
You took a deep breath before continuing, “I realized this in sophomore year. I wasn’t sure at first, but it’s been two years now. I haven’t told anyone because I’m not sure who will think what, or…” You were ranting now, so you decided to cut to the chase. “I’m bisexual.”
Demitra stared at you with a blank face. You began to sweat nervously, but then she broke out into a big smile. “You were scared to tell me that? Come on, you know I support you. That’s amazing, I’m so proud of you! And for me to be the first person you trusted with that is actually crazy. I’m so happy you feel safe enough with me to tell me.”
She leaned in to hug you, wrapping her arms around your waist. You smiled into her hair, relieved. Mia smelled like vanilla and cashmere, wearing her signature scent— Unmute by Noyz— as always. You pulled away, becoming serious once more. You had broken the first wall, but the next was not as likely to fall.
Then you caught her eye, and your heart dropped. Who were you kidding? You couldn’t do this. “I— I’ll be right back. I’m gonna use the bathroom.”
Demitra pushed up her glasses and tilted her head at you. “Okay. Love you.” Those words echoed in your head as you rushed from her room. You both said the words to each other frequently, but each mouth that voiced it had a different meaning.
Your feet led you outside, your brain being left behind. You stood in the Kalogeras’ driveway in the pouring rain. It soaked through your baggy tee and weighed down your hair. You looked up at the sky and wondered, why did I have to fall in love with my best friend?
“Y/n? What are you doing in the rain? You’re getting soaked.” You turned around to see Demitra standing on the porch, safe underneath the shelter of the roof’s extension.
You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You had to say it, no matter what happened. You couldn’t stand the thought of seeing her every day and not being able to love her. You would rather her know and push you away, love her from a distance, than love her quietly.
“Mia, I love you.” You blurted out.
“I love you too… what’s going on?”
“No, Demitra, you don’t get it. I love you. Ever since we met, we’ve been two peas in a pod. We’re the best friends everyone admires and envies. But I’ve realized that I don’t see you in a platonic way. I’m in love with you. I understand if you don’t feel the same, I don’t expect you to, but—”
You were cut off by Mia rushing into the rain and over to where you were standing. She grabbed your face gently and pressed her lips against yours. You froze at first, but quickly softened into the kiss, grabbing her waist gently to pull her closer.
And it was the best kiss you’d ever experienced. You felt like you were on fire, it felt so right. Your lips and Demitra’s fit perfectly together, her bottom lip in between yours like two puzzle pieces that were just waiting to be fit together.
When she finally pulled away, she kept your face in her hands, looking from your left eye to your right. Then she said softly,
“I’ve always noticed that you’re pretty. At first I thought I was just jealous, that I wanted to look like you. That’s not how I feel right now, and that’s definitely not how I felt when I was kissing you just now.”
A sopping wet curl was sticking to her forehead, so you reached up and tucked it behind her ear. Your hand fell to the side of her neck, then moved to her shoulder, and finally settling on her upper arm.
“I want to be more than friends.”
Even though you had kissed seconds prior, it still came as a shock. You pursed your lips together in an attempt to stop from crying, a hurricane of emotions crashing over you at once.
“Hey. Don’t cry, pretty girl.” Her thumb swiped a tear from the corner of your eye. “I know you’re feeling a lot right now, I am too. But I’m sure of one thing— I wanna be yours. Do you wanna be mine?”
You nodded and moved to bury your face in the crook of her neck, your arms encircling there as well. Her hands fell to your waist.
“Of course I do.” You muttered into her familiar vanilla scented skin.
After standing that way for a few minutes, Demitra finally pulled back and looked you in the eyes before breaking into a grin.
“You’re soaked. Come on, pretty girl. Let’s go inside and dry off.”
first wlw fanfic kinda nervous…..
“Toronto Kids”
(NCT Dream x platonic!9thMem!reader, 27th NCT member overall)
Toronto: The Beginning
The first picture in the family albums wasn’t just you. It was you and Mark Lee, sitting side by side in strollers, wrapped in puffy coats because Toronto winters didn’t forgive anyone.
Your moms were best friends, so naturally, you became best friends too. You didn’t really choose it—it just happened.
From the very beginning, you and Mark were inseparable.
Same daycare.
Same schools.
Walking home together with oversized backpacks nearly dragging on the ground.
Summer days spent at each other’s houses, sprawled on the floor watching cartoons and sharing chips.
You were “Mark and Y/N.” A package deal.
Your teachers used to laugh. “We can’t separate those two. It’s like tearing apart peanut butter and jelly.”
And honestly, they were right.
HII! Hope you’re having a great week. I don’t know if you’re okay with writing it (just ignore if you aren’t fine).
But could I request teen reader legality having to go to there parents house every 2 weeks for a weekend but actually lives with the avengers, and they are really upset about having to leave and the avengers think they just don’t like being away for them however not really showing it maybe they are closed off about feelings / don’t like crying in front of people.
But it turns out they being abused. Not graphic though maybe they are doing something and reach up and a bruise shows or something or they parents show up and cause a scene because we love a dramatic moment.
And back on to the not liking to cry maybe they finally are comfortable enough to let them see.
With protective avengers maybe if you could add Phil Coulson or Nick Fury that would be awesome but no pressure!.
No rush and once again you can just ignore because I understand some people don’t like writing about it. 
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Found Family
Avengers & Teen!Reader TW's: Abuse (not graphically described) [A/N] This request is so cute ❤️ Hope you enjoy lovely 😘