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i just watched flora and ulysses for danny pudi and good lord this man

(from pintrest)

also. bonus. I knew that ben schwartz was also in it BUT I HAD NO IDEA BOBBY MOYNIHAM AND KATE MICUCCI WAS IN IT TOO

my soul has been healed seeing them all live action in a film together.

thank you god/studio executives

*Casually gives you screenshots of Bruno I found in Youtube*

Two days left in my country yeeee

Dead end street

Keegan x female!reader (call sign ‘Turk’ used)

Warnings - smut, 18+ only, fingering, dirty talk, p in v sex, outdoor fucking

Word count - 4k

Tag list - @mykneeshurt @luminousbeings-crudematter

It’s cold out. Frigid and sharp as it nips at you, like cruel gnashing teeth as it stings the ends of your fingers and the tips of your ears. Your neck gaiter saves your face from the burn of the chilly breeze, even through the fabric, your breath plumes and carries before your eyes like a storm cloud.

Night watch was yours tonight, how lucky, barely a few hours in and you already ache, the below freezing temperature screaming at you to take shelter inside, to curl into your sleeping bag and savour what warmth your body can muster.

That’s what the enemy is counting on, you reminded yourself.

The rooftop provides a good visual. Wide expanse of the concrete streets below naked to your eye, every entry point within reach of your rifle, cocked - poised and ready.

Your team sleeps inside. Only a storey below. Slumbering under the guise of an old sugar beet factory, reality warped with the true military intentions, here in the belly of Russia - with an authority to execute given the opportunity.

You lean back, cracking your neck, the brittle cold settling into your bones. You’re kneeling down, knee pads slipping on the ice that lays in a paper-thin sheet across the concrete, frost catching in the material of your trousers as it scrapes up against them.

From your vantage point, you can see clearly, it’s dead as a doornail, the only sound is the whispering of the breeze as it catches in your jacket.

‘She jumps in headfirst, only thinks after the fact, sarg. Somethin’ only a Turk would do’.

You inhale sharply, ice cold air filling your lungs as you hold it in, letting it go in a fog of vapour that crests over your face. It wasn’t the cold or the solitude that you hated most about taking the nightshift, it was the silence that allowed your mind to run free. When you’re dodging stray bullets out in the field or jumping headfirst and blind out of a plane; there’s little room for thought, a lack of space to consider anything beyond instinct, that was what you thrived upon. You hated the lull in between, the pulling drag of silence that stifled the hours, letting your head dictate the fixation of doubt and second guessing.

For the first time in hours; you creak to a stand, knees locking and popping as you do. The stretch of your muscles twinge, bunched up and taught from the position you’d remained in for hours on end. You keep your eyes trained forward, irises darting through the narrow streets as you step back a few paces, rolling out the tension from your shoulders.

It’s when the sound registers in your ears that you realise it’s already too late, crunching ice, fractured under boots that aren’t your own. You’re quick, but not quick enough, body only able to swivel an inch before heat is at your back, pressing into you. It’s not hot- it’s burning, searing you like coals as your mouth is smothered by a gloved palm, another firm arm bracketed over the entirety of your torso as it keeps your biceps pressed tight against your body.

‘Spitfire that one, mate, more disciplinary actions on her file than I’ve had hot dinners’.

All you can do is thrash and jerk, make it awkward for them to keep a firm hold; your hands snatch for the wrist of their hand that covers your mouth, clawing at it. You had every incentive to sink your teeth into their digits, bite their fingers clean off if needed; but it isn’t, because the low resounding laugh that drifts into your ears is one you know well. Too well.

It makes you still, his hold on you slackening to the point you’re able to lodge the point of your elbow into his stomach, he catches the movement half way, softening the blow as he snatches your arm and tugs you roughly toward him. “Careful kid, shit like that’ll come back to bite you in the ass” he’s endearing, even behind the mask, his smirk is palpable - you can nearly taste it.

Your feigned grimace is hidden behind your gaiter, the knit in your brow is enough to convey your annoyance to him, “counting on it, Russ” you spit, tugging your arm from his grip.

You create some space, stepping away to hook a finger into your gaiter and pull it to your chin so you can breathe, chest coiling with something you know is never good, and it only comes knocking when Keegan Russ is within arms reach.

He laughs again, it whistles through his nose, muffled by the balaclava. His boots hit the concrete in languid steps, slow and methodical as he closes the space again. It’s as if the cold around you dissipated, now you’re burning up, skin searing as the hair prickles at the base of your neck.

A warning.

‘You’re a sergeant, Russ’ your tone is flat, his head tilts against the pillow, ‘your point, Turk?’ He presses his lips against the shell of your ear, wisps of your hair fanning from his breath, it stirs something in your gut.

You’re standing at the edge of the rooftop, lipped edge of concrete that stands at your hip keeping you from the street below, partially hidden in the pitch-black midnight. Your arms are limp at your sides, fists balled as your mind thrums into overdrive, more rambling thoughts skipping through like a playback. There isn’t enough time until he’s there again, standing to your immediate right, barely a hairsbreadth away, eyes following your gaze as you stare at nothing below.

He’s something different. Keegan doesn’t regard you in the same way the rest of them do, doesn’t frown down at the history in your files or listen to the whispers thrown around about you from table to table in the base canteen. Frankly, he doesn’t give a shit, unless you’re jeopardising his mission or his team, it doesn’t matter. He sees you as the soldier; the sniper with a critical aim and master precision, the one who passed her probation period with flying colours and a handful of new records to boot. He didn’t acknowledge the red ink that stained your paperwork, the warnings, the past haunting you like a phantom as it loomed. Russ saw you for what you were, an asset, a valued soldier that did more good than harm.

You don’t flinch when his fingers trace the back of your neck, index finger looping into the chain of your tag as he twines and untwines it around his digit, a little ritual of sorts for him. “I can hear you thinking” the softness of his voice cracks the peaceful silence, his breath fanning across the air in front of your eyes, drifting on the breeze. You half dare to wonder if that softness is reserved only for you.

He continues to fiddle with the chain around your neck as you move to lean forward, palms flattening against the wet stone as you bow your head between your arms, a choked groan striking from your chest.

“I hate taking watch” you admit, swerving the topic that was really sitting on your tongue, he hums in acknowledgment.

“I know, that’s why I make you do it” his tone doesn’t shift, almost a seriousness to it as it draws a faint laugh from your chest. You shake your head, “you’re a bastard” he can’t see it, but you’re smiling to yourself, albeit faintly. That makes him huff something that holds semblance to a laugh, “I know, Turk”.

‘What the fuck does it even mean anyway?’ You gag after you knock back your drink, salt from the glass rim of your tequila shot crusted on the top of your lip, Russ is sat beside you and he’s quick to run his thumb over the salt before he sucks his thumb into his mouth, it makes you gape at him. ‘What does what mean?’ He’s humouring you, as sober as he was when he walked in, he’s driving the truck back to base after the team has had their fill of a few rounds of pool, stale peanuts and pissy beer. You’re frowning as you twirl the glass between your fingers, ‘the nickname’ your expression looks sour, he likes to think it’s from the tequila, ‘you don’t like it?’ He asks, genuine, it makes you side eye him. ‘I might like it if I know what it means’ you bite at him and it makes him smile, because that’s exactly what it means. He mulls over the words, thinking of how best to word it for you, ‘a Turk is someone who is stubborn, someone who’s hard to deal with’ Russ is regarding you fully now, eyes searching your expression as the understanding slots into place. He’s not sure what he sees, he can’t tell if you’re relieved or hurt, he’ll be sure to avoid telling you what you could have been stuck with if not for your Captain’s interference. Your lip juts and you continue to fiddle with the glass in your palm, he nudges you with his elbow, ‘it’s what they call their prize fighters in Ireland’ that alone catches your attention, you can hear it now, the drawl of your old Captain’s Donegal accent wrapping around the name. It puts your mind at ease.

You lift your chin from where it’s lowered between your arms, daring to let your eyes cross over to his, that striking shade of cerulean blue taking root deep down in the marrow of your bones as you lock gazes. Neither of you look away. “Why aren’t you asleep?” You ask, a thought rearing in your head that skates along the line of wondering why he wouldn’t take watch if he was going to stay awake anyway. Russ cocks his head, “couldn’t” the word is clipped, “too much on my mind” his gaze flits down your body, raking down and back up, you nod your head.

Then, the cold is long gone, replaced with the warmth of Keegan’s breath as it fogs over your neck, teeth worrying a bruise into your throat as his palms clamp over the tops of your thighs. Holding you impossibly close.

He’s perched you on the ledge and he’s snug between your knees, mask pulled up over his nose to press into your skin as he grinds his hips into the juncture of your thighs where he knows the sweetest part of you is, perhaps the only sweet part of you.

You’ve pushed your fingers up past the hem at the back of his mask, nails raking through his undercut there, knowing it makes him shiver. It earns you a harsh welt that’s sucked into your neck, soft-sore skin soothed by his tongue as he admires his work. You tug the back of his mask so he’s forced to meet your eye, his lips are parted, ragged breaths pluming in the air as they mix with your own, clouds of ecstasy.

“I hope you’re keeping your eye on the street” it’s all molasses on your tongue, thick and rich as you drip it onto his tongue, curling your own against his teeth till he’s choking back a moan in his chest. “It’s not my watch” it’s practically a growl that brims from his throat, catching in yours as he draws your bottom lip between his teeth.

The urge to rip into him is there, on the tip of your tongue, begging to chastise him, call him a hypocrite for all of the times he told you how distracting you are. Those hadn’t been while on watch, while lives are on the line, the risk of blowing your cover looming and completely possible. Yet, right now, you can’t bring yourself to break away; can’t think of anything other then him and the way he feels against you. There’s nothing else, nothing more that matters, as selfish as that is - he seemed to feel the same.

Keegan cants his hips into you, his pent up arousal more the evident as his cock bulges beneath the fabric. You’re reeling, losing yourself, one hand fisting the jacket covering his shoulder while the other grips the back of his neck, not allowing him to break his lips from yours. “We’ll have to be quick” he whispers it, ghosting your lips, a secret held between your bodies. You smile slyly against his mouth, “shouldn’t be an issue for you” it’s a quip that earns a rough myriad of teeth marks sunk into your jaw, the gesture makes you tip your head back with a strangled moan. He lets the skin go with a wet pop, “I see why that mouth gets you in so much trouble” his chest is heaving, breathing ragged as he tries to focus his eyes on you, pupils blown wide with lust.

The sergeant is right, you’re not one to bite your tongue, never have been; but he didn’t seem to mind half the time. You sit up straighter, grinding friction against his crotch as you shift - making him hiss through his teeth, you loop both your arms around the back of his neck till your fingers are interlocked. Keeping him as close as is physically possible. “I thought you liked my mouth” your tone is sweet and false, a coy smile slanting your mouth, it makes him cock his head at you with a pointed glare. He huffs again, “I like it when it’s stuffed full of my cock, sweetheart” there’s little to no playfulness in his tone, a serious admittance as he watches the way you screw your eyes shut - a steady roll of arousal seeping through your core. Any patience you held was long gone, thrown away on the cold breeze, no longer able to maintain the teasing. “Fuck me already” you gasp.

It’s as if he takes it as an order, dutiful soldier he is, tugging you from the wall and spinning you till your spine is flush with his chest. Pressing a huge palm between your shoulder blades till you’re forced to bow forwards, elbows braced on the slick concrete ledge in front of you. He chuckles something low in his chest, prideful, “knew there was an obedient streak in you somewhere” Russ is close again, rutting into you smoothly as his fingers curl into the hair at the nape of your neck, sharply pulling till you crane your neck to meet his eye.

He’s dowsed in moonlight, framed by it, the violet-indigo hues of it bleaching his skin, the only light you can catch is the fire behind the silvery-blue of his eyes. Burning.

Something slots out of place in your head, teeth exposed as you smirk, you’re delusional already. “Pot calling the kettle black” it’s husked from your mouth, plucked from your lungs as you struggle to stay rooted in place. His smirk replaces yours as he crowds forward, crushing you against the brick, “be sure to keep it quiet, sweetheart, don’t want you waking the boys up” his hand is looped around your hip as he speaks, tugging harshly at your belt until it falls agape at each side. Your zip is ripped down next, then you feel the sting of the cold as it caresses the newly exposed skin of your ass and thighs, trousers and underwear pulled to your knees as Russ uses one of his boots to kick your feet further apart.

Any smart remarks you were thinking of voicing are gone, dead on the wind, thrown over the ledge you’re so tightly pressed against. You can do little more than bite your tongue, fingernails scraping over wet stone as you feel him shift behind you, the sound of his belt clanking ripping through you like shrapnel. You were shaking. Shivering in anticipation, not from the cold, waiting for him to touch you again.

It’s when he presses two warm-gloveless fingers through your folds that your silence is broken, a strangled whine spilling past your lips, the sound of your arousal slick on his fingers as he curls them into your pussy. “Fuck-“ you’re gasping, pushing your hips back into his hand, wanting him to get on with it, needing him inside of you yesterday.

“So fuckin’ wet for me doll, look at you” his voice is pitched low, tone smouldering you.

You hate what he can draw from you so easily. You’re stone-faced, hard to read and even harder to reach; but Keegan, he has a competent ability to flay you open, split you till there’s nothing more to hide, an open book for him to so easily flip through the pages. He’d evidently ripped a few out, stuffed them in his pocket to study later, that was the only explanation for how well he gaged you and your reactions.

Russ always reads you so well; doesn’t waste time because he knows neither of you have enough of it. You’re limited. He’s still a sergeant, still heading this assignment, he won’t jeopardise it for the sake of getting his cock wet; but he’ll indulge you both for now.

He takes himself in his fist, jerking a few times before he’s pressing the swollen-leaking head through the searing heat of your cunt, catching your juices over the length of himself before he’s smearing it around crudely. You jerk, “shit- Russ please” it’s strangled, punched out of your lungs when he gives you no warning, sinking himself all the way into you. Pressing home.

He groans and you whine, practically cry as he starts to fuck into you with abandon, deliberate thrusts crushing your ribs into the sharp edge of the concrete. His cock is too much - too soon, he’s stretching you open, ripping you at the seams. The heavy width of him pressing at your walls, velvet of his skin smooth and hot inside of you.

It’s rough and tender intertwined. While his hips bruise you, his hands hold you still, almost as if you’re something sentimental, crooked in his palm like an inherited keepsake.

The sounds that crest from the depths of his chest only serve to drive you further past the point of return, he’s grunting as his hips piston in and out of you, pussy sucking him like a vice, enveloping his cock so perfectly as if he was moulded to you, cut from the same cloth. He leans close, whispers in your ear, “keep your eyes on the prize, sweetheart. You’ve still got a job to do” his teeth sink into the shell of your ear and you tip your head back as his mouth skates from your ear to your cheek, wet lips kissing your skin. You try your best to meet his thrusts, to press your hips back into him, seeking more of him, never getting enough of the way he drives his cock so deliciously inside of you.

He continues to fuck you good, so good your eyes are rolling like marbles to the back of your skull, you sound so wet and desperate as his skin meets yours, the clap of your flesh meeting his resounding out into the night air around you. Russ is sly when he slips an arm around your waist, fingers skating up your thigh until he presses them between your legs, rubbing friction over your clit till you have to bite your tongue to silence the noises that threaten to break from your chest.

You tighten around him, cunt fluttering as your orgasm begins to loom, spotting your vision at the seams. “F-fuck - fucking hell” you sigh, wanting to press your pelvis forward into the delightful swirl of his talented fingers on your clit but not wanting to let up even an inch of his cock from where he fucks it into you. He preens, moaning into the base of your neck when his teeth worry another bruise there, “you feel so fucking good” he grunts as he knocks a particularly brutal thrust into you, your ass slapping against his pelvis in a way that has him near enough drooling, desperate to sink his teeth into your flesh.

It’s rising, crests and rolls like a tidal wave- no, a fucking tsunami. Knocking you off your feet, washing away anything but him, only Keegan remains rooted and unmoving. Despite the force in which your orgasm hits you, lighting a fire down your spine like a paraffin spill, he keeps fucking you through it. Brutal and painful. It’s overstimulating, sending your limbs heavy like rubber as he frees up a hand to wrap around the base of your throat, forcing it up till the back of your head rests against his shoulder. His breath fans your ear, broken moans drilling into you in the same ferocity his cock does, spilling down your ear canal till they send your brain to mush. “Thaaaat’s it - gorgeous” he shudders, “fuck” his hips never let up, his other hand snatches you back so you’re upright, scooping up both your wrists till he’s got them pinned to the small of your back. With the force he fucks you with, you’re having to raise yourself onto the tips of your toes, it’s too much and still not enough.

Tears slip freely over your cheeks now, your mouth agape with the need for more air, he’s fucking the oxygen right out of you. “Keegan- please” you whine, “fuck-“ it’s a cry that’s hoarse and brittle, broken as it manages to rattle from your throat. Molten heat washes through you, wringing you out, nothing more left to give but the way your cunt flutters and tightens around him still. He slows, thrusts beginning to lose rhythm as his hips stutter, “shit” the curse slips between gritted teeth, hissing out, and then he’s cumming in you. It’s sticky-hot, painting across your insides with a fever that sends your stomach into knots. You shouldn’t admit it, but it’s a feeling you never tire of.

His hold on you doesn’t give, only tightens, hoarse grunts muffled in your hair as your pussy milks him for all he’s worth, for all he can manage. Your chests are heaving in unison, the same unison in which your breaths mingle and carry away before your eyes, fleeting toward the star-hung sky.

You lean back into him, bones turned to jelly under your skin, unable to comprehend moving just yet. He doesn’t move either, doesn’t even pull out of you for fear his cum will slip out too, he’d have to fuck it back into you with his fingers, letting you clean off his digits with your tongue afterwards. If the situation were different he might have done, but for now, he’d enjoy this.

His nose nudges your cheek, his head pressed to the side of yours as you look at the sky, drinking in the moon and the stars. This is where the tenderness stemmed, in the afterglow, as the adrenaline and lust dissipates, all that is left is the sergeant and his soldier. His little Turk.

Air heaves through his nose and you try to turn your head, only your eyes are able to flit across his face. “Something funny, sergeant?” Your tone is softer then it had been before, tensions and worries washed away, mind still too hazed to think about much else but the way his cock stirs again inside of your cunt as he presses forward.

“Just thinking of how I’ll enjoy watching you work tomorrow knowing my cum is stained between your thighs”.

How would freddy react if his partner tried to take control during sex?

You have to be crazy to challenge this man in the question of dominance, my dear.

He’s not having it. Every time you’d try to get on top he’d get more and more frustrated and angry and is only fucking you harder.

If you won’t stop trying to get on top, he will pull out of you and facefuck you to teach you a lesson.

But, afterwards he will be satisfied and you will be able to calm him enough to take at least a bit control.

He will let you ride him and hold him down, but he will constantly call you his “annoying little slut”

Dean and Cas every day not often enough -- 28/?

Supernatural 6x12//Like a Virgin

my boi!!!!! <3

(We love and respect Bruno in this household)

Truly a man with no flaws 😌✨

gif cred belongs to @troyandabedinthemorning​

requested by @love-and-virtues​ “troy (community) and reader in an established relationship and he’s so so sweet and fluffy to her? 🥺”

imagine dating troy barnes

you looked up as troy entered your dorm. you gave him a grin as he plopped onto your couch next to you, resting his head in your lap with a grin.

“how was abed?” you giggled, raking your nails through his hair. his best friend happened to be right down the hall from you, which was very convenient for everyone.

“he’s great,” troy gushed. “how’s y/n?”

“she’s wonderful,” you assured, giving your goofy boyfriend a bright smile. “how’s troy?”

“he’s so in love,” he spoke, shaking his head at you. you laughed, leaning down to give him a quick kiss.

“what has you so sweet today?” you questioned as he sat up, taking the remote to your tv.

troy sighed thoughtfully, his gaze looking past you. “i realized that life is short, and.. im already in college. i gotta live a little more. and im gonna start living by loving as much and as hard as i can.” he leaned over to give you another sweet kiss.

“you and abed almost died doing something?”

still grinning, troy nodded, “i got electrocuted.” you let out a laugh before snuggling into your boyfriend’s chest. college was just as dramatic as high school, but at least you had troy.

Losers Weepers

|Robocop|

Rick Mattox/ fem!reader

Summery: Working along side Dr. Norton had its perks…having to deal with a very cocky older man was not one of them. Mattox scared you, to put it lightly. He was blunt and handsome and harsh and a timid little thing like you didn’t know how to deal with that.

MINORS YOU KNOW THE DRILL THIS IS NOT FOR YOU

Warnings: smut, dub-con, age gap (reader is in her 20’s-early 30’s, mattox is early 50’s) , lowkey manipulation…maybe not that lowkey, pet names, mention of the word daddy but used as a kink, over stimulation, multiple orgasms, sex in work place,

Notes: yea yea I’m obsessed with Jackie let me just ride this out.

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“As you can see his control and problem solving abilities have greatly improved since enhancing his software and multiplying the- please don’t touch that.” Dr. Dennett Norton halted his explanation and turned his attention to a man who looked to be much more interested in pressing the buttons on the main console to his left.

Rick Mattox was just about to poke at one of the display screens as he drowned out the words of the doctor. What with him only being there as a formality and not necessity, he couldn’t care less about what the kook said.

Dr. Norton had been so engrossed in getting each piece of information clear and concise that he didn’t notice the gruff man losing interest. Your panicked expression had been what alerted him; he was always glancing your way as if to ensure that he had your attention.

Dr. Norton adored your attention.

Mattox scoffed and peered through the glass at Alex…”Robocop”, who sat stationary and plugged in.

“What’s it gonna do, Doc? Make Tin-Man catch on fire?” He antagonized.

Norton rolled his eyes.

“If you tap the right sequence it’ll pump him with synthetic fluids for cooling.” You piped up, from just a few feet away from Mattox, and internally smacked yourself when each head turned to you. The older man that your boss had reprimanded was staring at you with a brow raised, “Um…b-but there’s nothing hooked up to the tubes…so he would have pressurized air forced into him…which would…well…make him explode.” You trailed off, staring down at your clipboard that had more doodles than information.

A beat of silence passed and he finally stepped away from the console and unfortunately closer to you.

“Well we can’t have that can we, princess?” Mattox said, a smirk sitting comfortably in the corner of his mouth. Your eyes widened and you refused to look up, pretending to not have heard his statement. The pet name made your skin warm and you were certainly not sure if you liked that.

“Let’s continue, shall we?” The Doctor sighed, and sent you an apologetic, small smile as he regained the room’s attention.

He continued, and you felt yourself start to glance at the notes you had as Norton’s voice filled the room. It wasn’t that you weren’t interested in what he had to say, it was simply that you had listened to his speech for two days to help him get every detail into it that was needed for Sellars and his entourage. Normally it would just be a few of his assistants to come and listen to any updates, but Sellars had insisted on attending…which always made things more tense.

When you looked up you caught the doctor’s eye, and you noticed the smallest upturn of his mouth, and returned it. Norton was a sweet man, and a genius one, too. You couldn’t have found a better mentor to guide you through such a project while you were barely out of school. He was patient and passionate, and knew how to light a fire under your ass.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Mattox glance over at you as he stood as solid as ever, arms crossed and still in his tactical gear. You wondered just how comfortable it was to wear a utility belt and combat boots all day…

He frightened you, to put it simply. He was blunt and skilled in every area you were not. Hell you were certain one punch from him would knock you out cold for a few days. You’d only met him once before, and you had tried to hide behind Dr. Norton the entire time as they chastised and argued over robot versus man. Sadly your attempt to hide had only amused the gruff man further.

“Afraid of the big bad wolf?” He had said to you during a break in the argument.

You had frozen.

To come to your defence, Norton had waved his hand, “Leave her out of this and spare her your ridicule.” He had said.

But when you had chanced a look up at the man from your control board, he was looking right at you with mirth in his bright blue eyes and a smirk pulling into his stubble. He was handsome. And he had no boundaries. And you didn’t know how to deal with either-

“You wear that for me, sweetheart?”

That rough voice near your shoulder made you jump, and snapped you out of your memory. When you looked to your left, Mattox was looking ahead, and you hoped you had imagined him saying anything, but then he looked back at you and leaned slightly in your direction which made you squirm.

“Like your hair pulled back like that too.” He rumbled, “Looks pretty.”

So he did say that-

You blushed at the thought of him looking at what you were wearing.

Of course, you knew he was only flirting to egg you on; he thought you getting flustered was funny. Truthful or not, however, you did note that he was the only one to actually notice your new dress.

But he was probably just bored.

So you ground you teeth and didn’t look up.

“Aw you wound me-“

“Mr. Mattox? Care to share with the room what it is that has you so distracted?” Dr. Norton stood with his hands in his trouser pockets, and a tired expression. You felt terrible that rhe interruption was very partially your fault- you were certain he hadn’t slept in a couple days and he didn’t need this extra stress.

“Can’t say I’ve ever been one to share, Doc.” He shot back quicker than you thought he would. At his comment, you felt yourself flush completely; warmth spread over your face and down your neck at his insinuation.

Norton sighed tensely and turned back to Stellers, “In three days, we will be holding an other test with Mr. Mattox back there, and Alex, if you would like us to patch through a feed. Aside from that, this concludes our progress unless Ms. L/n would like to add anything?” He pointed the question to you in a far gentler tone, and you finally looked up.

You shook your head.

“No, Dr. Norton, I believe you covered everything.” You said softly. You hated presentations. Too many people and too much stress.

“Good. Well then, that’s it then.” He concluded and opened the lab door.

The room slowly emptied and you took your place back at your desk where you gladly made yourself look busy until everyone was out. Especially Mattox.

You saw the man in question look over at you as he headed to the door, just passing Norton. Then he stopped.

Rick paused once he reached Dr. Norton, was the last to be out the door.

He leaned in closer to him.

“Does your little mouse know you wanna perform a few experiments of your own on her?” He spoke quietly, and nodded in your direction.

Norton visibly blanched. “I don’t know what you mean. It would do you some good to watch that mouth of yours.” He snapped.

“Just a question Doc.” Rick said and raised a hand in faux defense, as if he cared if the other man was offended.

Mattox left and while you couldn’t hear what they had said, you felt a knot in your tummy as the possibility that they might have been talking about you. You had seen the jaded older man nod in your direction…

“You alright, Dennett?” You asked timidly as Norton came back towards you.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes under his glasses.

You were so sweet and gentle. Wouldn’t hurt a fly and smart. He felt horribly guilty thinking less than pure thoughts about you; he knew you saw him in purely a professional capacity. A father almost. He was nauseated by that man’s words and how vulnerable they made him. Was he so obvious in how he felt?

The man nodded and tugged on his tie, “Just fine.” Then he turned to you and softened his expression when he saw your mouth in a flat line, “I apologize…I’m alright. Don’t worry about this old man. Tell me about any progress you’ve made.” He sent you a very small, reassuring smile, and that was enough for you; you smiled slightly in return.

As Norton settled beside you, you prattled off the few advances that had been made, and didn’t notice the longing gaze the man beside you gave you. You never did.

The next day, you were feeling off. You had spilled your coffee on your work pants as you were leaving and were forced to change into the only other thing you had clean- a dress; you had missed your bus, and almost smacked into the lab room door when you forgot the sensor was out and had to be opened manually.

After nearly ten minutes of deep breaths, you sat at your usual perch in the lab, and engrossed yourself in reading a new stats form. Norton had come and gone, said a few things to you and you had barely registered them. However, you failed to hear your name being called since your mind was completely shut off to anything exterior.

The snapping of fingers in front of your face was the only thing that alerted you of someone’s presence.

“There you are, I was calling you.” It was Jae- another scientist you worked along side. You liked her.

“Sorry- I um…I was- doesn’t matter.” You tried to explain what you had been doing but your stressed mind couldn’t be unfrazzled.

“That’s fine. Where’s Norton? We need him to brief Mattox on the next training program.” She waved off your failed explanation.

You thought back to an hour ago when you had mumbled a reply to something he had said, “I think he had to go see Sellars.”

She sighed, “Alright…you’ll have to do it then. He’s waiting down in the corner lab 65A- at the end.” She said nonchalantly, clearly unaware of how distressed her words made you.

Your heart rate picked up significantly and your palms began to sweat at the idea of seeing that man, let alone with no one to buffer his direct nature.

Your eyes darted around and you frantically tried to think of a solution.

“H-he should be back soon I can page him-“

“No, no it needs to be done asap. Norton might not be back until tonight and we can’t wait that long- the run through is in two days.” She said, then left you there in silence.

You couldn’t feel your fingers. You would have sat there for far longer but in an attempt to manage your anxiety you had started carrying out tasks you didn’t want to do faster rather than putting them off. You had read it in some article and you hated that it worked most days.

So you sucked in a breath, shrugged on your lab coat like armour, and began your way down the hall. It was a quiet part of the floor, and was used only for training. You had heard that the last session hadn’t gone very well for Mattox, and he was hellbent on getting another crack at it. At least that was what you had been told.

The door to Lab 65A came far too quickly for your liking. Your hairs stood on end when you went to knock on the door out of habit. But just at your knuckles went to fall, you stopped; this was your space, you didn’t need to knock.

After a moment’s hesitation, you opened the door and immediately were bombarded with that voice you tried to pretend you hated.

“Let’s get this over with quickly so you can get back that lit-…Well isn’t this just my lucky day,” Rick turned from his place in front of the dim console to see you, and he paused in pleasant surprise, “Have a change of heart there kiddo?” He asked smugly as he leaned back against the board, and crossed his arms- the fabric pulling tight.

You steeled your nerves and began to walk over to where he was against one of the control panels. “Dr. Norton is unavailable right now.” You managed to say calmly, coming to his side to pull up the information he needed. You put in your access codes and began selecting to correct files for him.

“So I’m in your soft capable hands?” He goaded you, probably laughing internally.

You sighed and chose to ignore him again, “These two programs will run what your bots will experience versus what Alex will with the new updates to him…should give you a better idea of how he problem solves and uses critical thinking to outsmart the other technology.” You started, and pointed to the screens. Some played the last run through in China, while others played the simulation from weeks ago.

For the entirety of your explanation, Mattox had remained leaning away from the screens, and focused on you. It make you highly uneasy. Something about his bright blue eyes made it difficult to look at him- for a man like him you would have imagined him to have eyes as black as coals…but instead he had pools of glacier water. They were startling. As was his undying confidence.

You saw him stand straight, and walk behind you out of your vision. “Mhm.” He hummed. You assumed he was taking a few steps back to get a better view of what was playing on the viewing screens.

Good at least he’s finally paying attention…

You continued, showing him the different programs he could run and the reports on the changes that had been made.

“- so if you think he’s reacting more mechanically, and similar to your bots, you’ll be correct. We’ve implan-“

You were stopped in the middle of your rant when you felt a pair of warm hands on your hips, moving your lab coat out of the way.

“What do you…” you tried, but your brain seemed to shut down at the contact.

There was warm breath on the back of your neck, “Shh…shh keep going…” you heard whispered from behind you.

You blinked and forced yourself to take some shallow breaths.

“U-um if an-anything lags or uh -doesn’t make sense…just-“ you tried, but then your coat was being slipped off your shoulders and the cool air hit you.

Mattox’s hands returned to your hips, bunching up the skirt of it and balling up the material into his fists, “-just um…r-reboot it. Sir what are you doing?” You forced out all in a rush as your mind tried to play catch-up with what you were seeing and feeling. The older man now had your dress’s skirt completely in his hands and he moved it out of the way for him to hold you, leaving you utterly exposed to him in just your panties.

“You want me to stop, Princess?” His breath was against your bare neck, and you felt his rough hands squeeze your hips, smoothing a hand over your left one to descend to the top of your panties. Just stroking a finger along the edge but going no further.

You forced out another breath, hands immobile and suspended in the air where you had been typing. You could only watch as he felt you and touched, unsure if you were actually just daydreaming and still sitting back at your desk in the main lab.

Mattox sighed in your ear.

“You don’t like me do you?” He asked offhandedly.

You swallowed, and felt your head start to pound when you forgot to breathe. “I-I- don’t-um…I’m i-indiff-erent-“ you stuttered out. Words jumbled together and you could almost feel your pride disappearing the more you tried to salvage your dignity.

The older man hummed, and the vibrations buzzed through his chest against your back and made you feel faint. “Do I scare you?” He whispered.

You wanted to disappear, get swallowed up by the earth. You could barely hear what he was saying over the rush of blood in your ears, but somehow your body made you nod shakily.

“Tell me why.” He prompted. It wasn’t goading or mocking…he sounded calm.

Which, you decided, scared you even more.

“Y-youre blunt and crass a-and forward and cocky and I-I don’t know what to do with that.” You breathed out all in a rush. Your fight or flight was kicking your brain to do something, anything, but you couldn’t move. He had managed to find something small in you that allowed him to sink his teeth into and pin you to the spot.

“You don’t know what to do with that?” Mattox rolled your statement over in his head, musing. “Well you’re quiet, tightly wound, and fucking adorable…and I think I know a few things I can do with that.” He purred in your ear, and this time he did sound rather condescending.

You could feel your breaths coming in shallow bursts as he continued to squeeze you bare hips- reminding you that he had you where he wanted you.

The older man sighed as if deep in thought, and ran a finger down the curve of your neck, speaking right against your skin so you could feel each word.

“I think you want me to touch you…don’t you?” He mused, “Just a little?” Rick wouldn’t normally work so patiently to get you, but he needed to break you down; you were like some little scared animal.

When you didn’t push him away, Mattox smirked against your skin and he ran his nose up along your neck. He could practically taste you with how much of a mess you were making without even touching you. After a moment of keeping you hanging by a thread, the older man eased his hand over your panties and ran a finger up at down your slit to your clit, and if it weren’t for his strong arm around you, you would have buckled and fallen to the floor.

He barked out a laugh at you losing your balance.

“That’s it, that’s it…Shh there you go. I got you.” Came his surprisingly soft voice from behind you. He chuckled, tightening his hold on you to bring you right against his sturdy frame as he continued to play with you. You felt your hips twitch into his palm which made you gasp involuntarily…then he was gone, and you whimpered at the loss.

The sound was so small but in the quiet room there was no hiding it. Just as you were about to turn around to see where he went, Mattox’s hand gripped your arm and began tugging you to the console where he wordlessly guided you to sit atop the screen while he took a seat, and spread your legs. You instinctively went to snap them shut, but he gave you a stern smack on the knee.

“Let me see you, babygirl.” He murmured with a slight rasp to his voice, “I just wanna look at you.” His bright eyes stared up at you, hungry.

Your brain was fighting hard to find something to snap you back from this daze he had spun you into, but there was nothing for it to grab onto. You were gone; so you gave in to your helplessness, and gathered your dress back up and bunched it around your hips like he had.

He heaved a sigh and shook his head, tsking you.

You felt fear soar through you at his reaction.

“Look at what a mess you made…you’re soaked…surprised you didn’t make a goddamn puddle on the floor.” He chastised you; you squirmed and looked away from his unwavering gaze, but his one firm hand on your knee stopped you immediately, forcing your thighs to spread. “Ah ah ah. Don’t even think about it.” He shook his head.

You whined and looked away.

“Sir I r-really dont th-“

You were cut off when one of the seams from your panties was torn clean in half. You stared down in disbelief.

He looked up at you innocently, “I’m sorry were you talking?”

Your lips parted but no sound came out. So you shook your head.

“Good girl.” He praised you and you would never admit how lightheaded it made you. Mattox ripped the other seam and tugged the panties from under you and shot you a wink as he pocketed them into his tactical pants. Something issued to him to serve and protect yet he was wearing them as he rendered you into a needy shell of yourself.

The older man then gripped your hips again and guided you into his lap and leaned back in the chair lazily; his hand stroking circles on the top of your thigh, dipping low. He sighed, taking pleasure in pretending like he wasn’t reducing you to a mindless toy in mere minutes. “Now what am I gonna do with you, hmm?” He thought out loud to himself.

An idea struck him and he held your gaze.

“Eyes on me.” He rasped, then your felt his hand slip down and disappear for a moment before the feeling of his finger stroking through your folds jolted you. You gasped and looked down to see him toying with you but he snapped his fingers in your face and you immediately looked up. “You can do better than that.” He told you and you couldn’t understand why you felt the need to prove to him that you could.

You swallowed and nodded.

“Let’s do that again, but this time do better, okay?” He spoke to you like you were so stupid…so small, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Mattox ran his finger through your slick again, and nodded when you kept your eyes locked on his. He smirked when he dipped his thick finger just barely inside you, and your lids got heavy and your lips parted in a silent gasp.

“You like that?” He cooed, running his wet finger up to your clit where he drew small circles around it.

You nodded, not daring to look away.

But then the man slipped his thick finger inside you to the knuckle and you fell forward against his chest; your head in his neck and your hips rolled into his palm. He hadn’t even started pumping in and out of you yet.

“Jesus you’re a needy little thing aren’t you?” He chuckled, but began a slow pace, easing his finger in and out of you steadily. He didn’t seem to mind that you couldn’t sit up.

The drag of his calloused fingers deep inside you had your muscles tensing and you twitched against him. Your fingers gabbed at his shirt, his smell overwhelming you and making your head dizzy.

Then he added a second, and curled them inside you and you choked out a sob into his shirt. Your little hands gripped him tight, rocking down onto his fingers in tandem with his ministrations. Your skin felt as if it was on fire and all you could hear were his words in your ears as the world faded away; as the heat inside you built and built until it was white hot and it snapped. There was no hiding how tightly you clenched around his fingers, he could barely keep them in your cunt from how tight you became- almost forcing them out. You cried into his neck, gasping and whining as you came on his hand after only two minutes.

You could hear him laugh,“Look at that, did you cum for me already? That easy, huh?”

You couldn’t even defend yourself. You hadn’t been touched by anyone since an office Christmas party two years ago and some delivery guy felt you up under the mistletoe. And Rick Mattox certainly knew what he was doing more than him.

Mattox gripped your hair and pulled you away from his shoulder. His bright blue eyes stared you down, almost carelessly.

“When was the last time someone fucked you?” He asked so bluntly as he sucked off your cum from his fingers, and began unbuckling his heavy belt.

“Um…I don’t…I don’t remember.” You answered truthfully.

He smirked again, “Thought so.” He effortlessly pulled his cock from his tactical pants with his free hand, and began stroking it; the head leaked precum all over his fingers and some leaked onto your dress. He was certainly not small, and most defiantly bigger than what you had had in the past; a length that you knew would burn the next day, and startlingly thick. The wet sound of him made you blush even more.

Mattox leaned you away and stared down at your soaked entrance as he ran the tip of his cock through you just as he had done with his fingers. You whined and pawed at him, trying to stay as still as you could lest he stop. He swirled the head around your clit, then just around the outside of your hole, dipping inside just barely when you started to get extra needy; trying to buck your hips to get him inside you, which he took great satisfaction in.

Mattox released your hair and brought his thumb down to explose your clit; he rolled his finger around it and you wanted to squirm away from the touch, still being too oversensitive from your orgasm, but you didn’t dare.

“Fuck…” he rasped under his breath. He spat onto your clit, and stroked just around the outside, teasing you to tears. Your fingers dug into his strong shoulders.

“I- please.” You whispered desperately. You could handle him stopping, but with this point of neither fucking you nor leaving you alone had you reduced to a needy little puppy.

Then, without much warning at all, Mattox thrust up and forced the first two inches of his fat cock inside you. You felt the air evaporate from your lungs as he shushed you, “There you go…that’s it. You can do it.”

He now gripped both of your hips, and watched his cock disappear inside you- a bulge forming in your naval.

Your brows pitched up as you tried to hold still, but you couldn’t help the twitch of your hips as he stretched you. You whined and hung your head as he bottomed out, the swollen tip firmly squished against your cervix.

Then he began to rock, barely guiding you to pull off of him. A filthy roll of his hips up into you as he ground his cock inside your sensitive cunt. The veins along his cock stroked your gspot brutally each time and you could barely keep your cries to a minimum.

“Christ you make pretty sounds, princess.” He breathed out in a satisfied rasp. He took one hand from your hip and brought it up to your cheek where he pressed his thumb against your lower lip and pushed down. You opened your mouth willingly, and sucked his offered thumb between your lips. You moaned around it and felt your eyes go glassy and unfocused as pleasure took over. You didn’t even notice how your body began to move with his. Not until your legs began to shake again and your pace began to stutter; increasing until you were leaning forward to rest your forehead against his as you held his wrist to keep his thumb in your mouth, and rode him desperately.

He wrenched his thumb from your lips and weaved the hand into your hair to get a firm grip before pulling you in against him tightly like before and sealed his lips over yours- his tongue eagerly tasting you. Licking into your mouth and sucking at your swollen lips.

The warmth of his mouth and scorching cock inside you made you dizzy, your mind slipping away until you could only feel him. He was invading all your senses.

You could feel yourself grow more and more sensitive which each second, your skin was hyper aware of every touch and breath.

He pulled from your lips away, and dipped his head to suck at your neck, which you tried to stop since you had nothing to hide any marks with, but he just grabbed your hand in an iron grip and continued effortlessly.

“You wanna cum for me again?” He murmured, rolling his hips harder, his tummy grinding against your clit, “You can do it…Cmon one more. You’re almost there.”

Mattox’s words hung heavy in your ears and his cock bullied your gspot again and again as he continued his filthy grind , until you couldn’t take it anymore, and you let go. A cry tore from your throat and a hand clamped over to your mouth to muffle the sound; you arched your back and somewhere in the back of your mind you felt him rip your dress’s neck down and latch onto one of your breasts, rolling your nipple with his tongue like a candy.

You felt a flood of liquid on your naval, but you barely registered it until you began to catch your breath, sagging against the older man beneath you. He continued a slow roll of his hips into you. You finally pulled away from him, and looked down between you, and he followed you gaze.

Your mouth gaped when you realized what had happened.

“What’s wrong? Never squirted before, kiddo?” He breathed out, throat starting to strain as he got closer to cumming in your young body.

You shook your head and began to breathe heavier as he fucked into your sensitive cunt.

He smirked and released you, then grabbed the hem of his now soaked shirt and brought it up to his mouth where he sucked; your lips parted in a silent gasp, and your forgot to breathe when you watched him taste you. His strong stomach exposed to you, and you wanted to kiss it, though you’d never admit it.

His hands gripped your hips, rough fingers digging into your flesh possessively. Mattox released the fabric between his lips, and smirked at you as you stared down at his taut skin, and where he entered you.

There was a moment where he paused, and stared at you, which caught your hazy attention. You slowly looked up at his eyes and he released a harsh breath before standing with you and dumping you onto the console; he pushed your thighs up to your chest and hooked your knees over his arms and leaned over you, effectively spreading you wide and rendering you at his mercy as he pumped into your cunt a few times as if to remind you to behave.

You gasped, and clung to his shoulders, feeling his muscles ripple and tense under your fingertips.

Mattox began rutting into you without abandon, his chest pinning you down. You sobbed and flushed with warmth when you felt another orgasm building inside you fast.

And he clearly felt it too. “One more? You spoil me.” He managed to huff, his face buried into your neck as he hunkered over you and started rabbiting into you.

You whimpered as his cock bullied that sensitive spot inside you and his stomach impacted your abused clit. You were already so sensitive, so it only took a few more thrusts before you were cumming for him again. You felt lightheaded and dizzy, and you could barely utter a moan as he bucked into you a few more times before stilling and sucking harshly at your soft neck as he came inside you. Warmth spread inside you; his ropes of thick cum filling you as he rolled his hips into you to ride out his orgasm. His hot breath was in your ear and you could barely think.

You weakly held onto him, and felt him catch his breath, then he heaved a sigh and held you tight before pulling you with him to sit back in the chair. Sweat soaked you, and you didn’t even realise you were clinging to him until he eased you away from being buried in his neck and he held your face far more gently than you would have thought.

“There’s my girl.” He purred, stroking your cheek. There was something dishonest in his face but you couldn’t even recognize it let alone dwell on it. “Look at you…” he mused to himself.

You stared back at him.

“All relaxed and fucked out of your mind…” he grinned, and tucked some hair behind your ear.

You breathed out a weak laugh, and he took satisfaction in how dazed you were. Mattox slowly guided your head down to him, his lips catching yours just barely.

“I think you like me a bit more now Hm? Still scared of me, Princess?” He spoke so quietly, but it was the only noise in the silent room.

You tried to think. You shook your head.

He chuckled and shifted under you, his cock still nestled inside you.

“No? Not so scared of me?” He repeated gar too gently.

You shook your head again, eyes glazed over. “I think I like you more than I should, babygirl. Guys like me aren’t supposed to like girls like you.”

You pulled away a couple inches and felt concern flood your features.

He sighed and elaborated.

“I could be your daddy, honey…a bit old for you, don’t you think?” He cooed, clearly not believing a word he said.

You worried your lip and he smiled, and pulled it from your teeth with his thumb.

“No, you don’t care that I’m an old fuck? Hm? Bet you even like it.” He tilted his head as he spoke, almost thinking. You looked away, and felt yourself blush again, a little embarrassed.

“Awe look at you. I’m just fucking with you, Cmere.” He inclined his head and guided your lips to his. You weakly moaned and he held you tight and his tongue entered your mouth, tasting you. You were embarrassed when your hips started rocking again, almost a reflex, but he didn’t appear to have a problem with it.

After a few minutes, he pecked your lips once more then pulled away. Your eyes were sufficient hazy, and he knew you weren’t thinking straight. “Are you my girl?” He cooed once a moment passed.

You nodded your head without even considering what he said.

He smirked and nodded with you. “Yeah you are.”

Mattox told you to wait for him downstairs, and while your senses were slowly returning, you still couldn’t say no. You didn’t even know which way was up and which way was down let alone who you were. The man even made a joke about having to carry you out.

You had hurriedly ran to the staff room on sore legs to get your coat and told someone you were feeling unwell and needed to head home. You knew they were staring, but you couldn’t care. You were just thankful the elevators didn’t take long. You didn’t even notice when you walked past the lab and Norton called your name, and stared after you.

Just a few minutes later, Mattox waltzed into the lab- a satisfied smirk on his face.

“I trust the training programs were to your satisfaction, Mr. Mattox?” Norton asked, without looking up, not that he cared.

“They were a little rusty Doc…I ran some tests of my own. That little assistant of yours was more than willing to help.” He pretended to look around as he walked over to the doctor.

Norton looked up at that. “Y/n?”

He held out a small drive to the man, “Take a look for yourself.” Norton took the drive and stared down at it, confusingly.

There was just one word on it.

Your name.

Noho Hank + Looking at Cristobal 1/???