--Rage

Currently writing for:

(Eventually this will be updated for the names to link to their respective tags, bear with me as I continue to get the blog set up)

Also, I will generally be writing for male versions of these characters but am willing to do female works if asked! Same goes for reader gender, I primarily write f!reader but am willing to do male or gender neutral if you want all you have to do is include it in the ask :) Also names here will serve as masterlist links as I eventually post more.

Avery, my beloved

Bailey

Whitney

Eden

Alex

Gwylan

Black Wolf (monsterperson form only)

Great Hawk (same as above)

Corrupt!Sydney

Robin

Kylar

Wren

Sirris

Doren

Mason

Kinks that you don't need to hesitate, I am begging like the good girl I am for them to be requested:

Breeding/pregnancy kink

Heats/ruts

Daddy kink

BDSM

pet play

dubcon/noncon

watersports

lactation

age gaps but only with the younger party still being strictly over 18

fauxcest is always good, and I will CONSIDER incest requests on a case by case basis

Hard limits, please don't even ask about these:

Bestiality

Scat

Intense food kinks (i.e. I would be fine with the LI & reader licking whipped cream off each other, or a character being suggestive eating a popsicle or something, but that's about as far as I'll go)

It also meant that, while not unimportant, the tall stack of forms he was working through were more straightforward. It wouldn't matter as much if his thoughts drifted here and there as you occasionally shifted or your cunt would momentarily squeeze hard around his cock as he worked.

He could allow himself to enjoy the moments where he would tease you without worry about the quality of his work. After all, it was next to impossible to resist toying with your breasts, or teasing your clit, keeping you on edge with the occasional thrust to test your resolve. But you were such a perfect girl for him, you always managed to resist cumming too soon even if the effort to do so left you panting and shaking as you gripped the edge of his desk, punctuated by the occasional whimper.

As much as he loved seeing you be his docile little desk pet like this, there was also the thrill of knowing you had an ironclad will about you. That you submitted to him because he asked it of you, but there was still the occasional pushback. A innate need to challenge him every now and then, to give him the chance to remind you where you belonged now that you were his.

You shifted slightly on his lap and his hand gripped the pen even tighter. "Ah ah ah, sunshine, not yet," he reminded you, reaching down to give your clit a light smack. Of course, that only made you tighten up more given what a little masochist you were for him and he chuckled slightly. "Soon, my insatiable little princess." But he couldn't resist the urge to take his time as he signed off one form and then grabbed another from the dwindling stack.

"And you call me a tease," you whined between panted breaths as your head dropped back against his shoulder. He could feel you trembling with the effort it was taking to hold still and stave off your own orgasm.

He chuckled and pressed a slow kiss to your lips, his tongue dragging along yours as he got a good long taste of you. One flavor he could never get enough of, second only to the sweet taste of your cunt. If it weren't for how good your cooking was, he'd likely have you skip making dinner and just eat you out after work every night instead.

Once he pulled back, he pressed his forehead to your temple for a breath. "As fast and loose as you play the office dresscode, doll, you most certainly are the bigger tease between us. Don't think I didn't notice you picking out that little skirt on purpose this morning."

You opened your mouth, presumably to deny it based on the mischief in your eye as you tilted your head up at him, but you were cut off by the sharp ring of his desk phone. The teasing glint turned into an almost comical look of panic as you looked at him with wide eyes.

"Be a dear and get that for me, princess. I really do need to finish what I'm doing here." There was no shortage of smugness in his voice, to match the grin he tried and failed to hide as he returned to filling out the forms before him. "Whoever it is, I'm not in."

"Right," you nodded, your voice and hand both shaking as you reached over to pick up the reciever. He had to give you credit for how well you managed to adopt a professional tone as soon as the phone was pressed to your ear. There was only the slightest tremble left. Knowing the reputation he had cultivated for himself within the company, he was sure whoever was on the other end just thought you'd been scolded for one thing or another. "Avery's office, how may I help you?"

His pen still moving steadily across the page, his other hand settled slowly back down to rest over your clit. Nothing more, for now, just enough to make you clench.

"No, I'm sorry he's not available at the moment, can I take a message?" As you spoke he moved his fingers just the slightest bit lower, grazing against your clit as he did so, and used his index and middle finger to slowly tease along where you were stretched open around his cock, a sharp gasp left your lips and you flashed him a look that was half pleading and half scolding. It was too adorable, there was no way he could stop now.

"S-sorry about that, sir. No, everything is fine, I just dropped something." Your tone was more tremulous as he continued to stroke your pussy, his fingers gathering up the slick that was leaking out of you and then slowly spreading it back up over your little bundle.

He finished another form. Only a few remained. As he grabbed the next, he allowed his fingers to pause and leaned down to kiss and nip at your neck.

"I'm sure I can schedule a meeting for you," you paused, waiting to feel him nod as he nuzzled into your shoulder. "Let me just take a look at his calender for next week."

As soon as you started listing dates and times, he turned his head back to his work and let his fingers resume their teasing.

You placed one shaking hand over the mouthpiece as you began to pant, your whole body shaking harder than ever as you struggled to listen to whatever was being said. The way your walls were moving around his length, he knew how close you were, and he couldn't resist the urge to see how far he could push you.

He was on the last form now.

"Wednesday at - ah - ten, yes, I've got you on the schedule." The office voice had slipped further away and your free hand dropped down to clutch at his thigh, and the small bite of pain from your nails even through the material of his trousers went right to his cock and he lightly rocked his hips up into you.

"Hnnh," the whine left you before you could stop it and he had to hold back a chuckle as the alarm colored your face. "No, nothing, sir, my apologies. We'll see you in the office on Wednesday. Thank you for calling." You all but threw the phone to the side, missing the cradle completely, as soon as the call ended. "God, Avery," you groaned as he began to circle your clit with more pressure than before. "What are you going to say to him when he tells you what kind of person you have answering your calls?" Despite the embarrassment on your face, there was a slight laugh mixed in with the moans you had stopped holding back.

"I'll tell them that you're the best assistant I've ever had, no one has ever performed as well as you," he grunted back as he gave the stack of now completed work the same treatment you had given the phone.

The next moment you were being pressed face down on the desk as he stood behind you and began to thrust with an almost desperate energy. He'd always been more energetic than his peers, but something about you made his body almost forget that he was two decades older than you.

"Don't hold it back anymore, my girl," he said, giving your ass a sharp swat. "Give it all to me."

A loud moan that bordered on a scream was all you could manage as a response as you clenched hard around him, only barely masking the wet squelching sounds as he continued to fuck you even as your pussy gushed even more around him.

"Fuck, that's it, yes," he grunted hard as he slammed his hips into you a few more times as his own restraint snapped. His grip remained tight on your hips as he filled you, rocking his pelvis a few more times just to make sure his cum got as deep inside of you as possible.

The two of you remained that way a few moments longer before his breath finally steadied and he pulled out of you slowly. As he did he felt the shiver that went through you and he had to resist the urge to just bury himself inside once again. Instead he dropped back into his chair and began to fix his own clothes, but he watched out of the corner of his eye as you stood back up on shaking legs and began trying to clean up as best you could.

Once you were mostly presentable again, he reached out and grabbed your wrist before you could step away from his desk. Your curious gaze was answered by him pulling you down into a deep, slow kiss. "You really are the best assistant I've had, you know," he murmured against your lips. Then with one last short kiss, he finally released you.