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reasonsforhope · 4 months ago

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"A small group of activists assembled before dawn on a recent day in a South L.A. parking lot preparing to patrol the neighborhood. The gathering was not unlike what you see when police congregate in a parking lot preparing for a raid.

Only this time, the target was federal immigration agents.

The activists were from the Community Self Defense Coalition, which fights for immigrant rights. They were armed with two-way radios, bullhorns, and were trained to spot undercover vehicles from U.S Immigration and Customs Enforcement or the Department of Homeland Security.

The coalition formed in the wake of the second election of President Donald Trump and includes groups from across Los Angeles. They say their aim is to find ICE agents, alert the community to their presence using bullhorns, and drive them out of neighborhoods.

“They’re on our land. This is our territory,” said Ron Gochez of Unión del Barrio, which is part of the coalition. “Whatever they do here, they have to know they are going to meet an organized resistance.

“There is nowhere, there is no alleyway, no little corner of our city anywhere where an ICE raid can happen where we won’t know about it almost immediately,” he said.

An ICE spokesperson confirmed in a statement that agents have aborted at least one enforcement action “due to safety concerns brought on by protesters/bystanders.” The spokesperson declined to give his name “due to a heightened security risk to ICE employees.” ...

Tracking ICE

Last week, a high school history teacher, an ethnic studies instructor and a youth program leader were among the activists in South L.A. Nine people in three cars rolled into the darkened streets looking for ICE agents.

“We drive the streets of our neighborhood looking for anything suspicious,” said Gochez, a 43-year-old father and high school history teacher. "We start early in the morning because we know this is when ICE starts their operations.”

Gochez is a member of Unión del Barrio, one of the members of the coalition.

Unión del Barrio started the patrols in 2020 during a Biden Administration crackdown on unauthorized immigrants. The organization restarted the patrols over the past few weeks in response to the second Trump Administration.

On Wednesday, Gochez’s two-way radio crackled with the sound of a colleague checking in from another car on patrol.

“Copy. We are on Jefferson and Trinity. All clear,” she announced.

They looked for ICE vehicles – typically with heavily tinted windows, usually on an American made sedan or SUV, almost always with a cage in the back seat for detainees. Sometimes, the cars are parked sideways on a street in front of their target or grouped together in a grocery store parking lot.

Gochez said he and the other activists try to catch ICE agents in those lots as they gather before a raid.

“We try to catch them at that stage — that way we’re able to affect their plan and at the same time, we start alerting the community.”

When they find federal agents, they go into publicity mode.

“We go live on social media,” Gochez said. “We use our megaphone to alert the immediate community that ICE is present.”

In a recent Facebook Live post, Gochez can be seen speaking into a bullhorn across the street from where ICE agents appear to be conducting a raid.

“Everybody in this community, if you can hear me please do not come outside if you are undocumented,” he says on the video. “We have terrorists in our community.”

He implores people who are documented to come outside and support the protest.

Enforcing law vs defending community

Later, L.A. police officers confronted Gochez.

“We’re not interfering,” he told them.

“Yes you are,” responded an LAPD officer, who forced Gochez and the other protestors down the street.

The participation of city police officers appeared to violate L.A.’s sanctuary cities law, which prohibits police from cooperating or assisting ICE agents...

ICE backs off

As part of the coalition, Unión del Barrio has trained people from more than 50 other organizations to engage in similar patrols, including The National Lawyers Guild, Jewish Voice for Peace and The Peoples Struggle San Fernando Valley, according to Gochez.

It's unclear how many conduct regular patrols like Unión del Barrio does.

Gochez estimates his and other groups have intercepted ICE on about a dozen occasions. He said in some cases, ICE has backed off of a raid because of Unión del Barrio’s presence.

Cardona said ICE agents called off the raid when they were called out at the Target. “That one day, we knew we prevented several people from being detained and deported, their lives being uprooted.” ...

Union del Barrio urges people to use a text thread or to have some sort of a phone tree to alert each other about the presence of ICE in their neighborhoods. The group also has a hotline people can call if they spot ICE.

“We get calls from Uber drivers. We get calls from street vendors. We get calls from business owners and just everyday normal people who support the work that we do,” said Gochez, who refers to ICE detentions and arrests as the “kidnappings.”

“It is a kidnapping – no different from when they kidnapped Native Americans during the Indian Removal Act,” Gochez declared.

He said many of the calls to the coalition are false alarms, involving local agencies, like LAPD or the county Sheriff’s Department, conducting their own undercover operations. But the coalition is focused on the actions of federal immigration agents.

A new tactic

Experts said the tactic of patrolling for ICE is relatively new.

Mirian Martinez-Aranda, an associate professor of sociology at U.C. Irvine, said it lets members of immigrant communities know they are not alone.

“It's a new form in which immigrant communities and their supporters are finding a way to protect each other and to stand up for what's unfair and cruel,” Martinez-Aranda told LAist.

-via LAist, March 17, 2025

#united states #us politics #north america #immigration #deportation #immigrants #mass deportations #protests #la migra #resistance #fight back #activism #ice #ice raids #good news #hope

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ambros1an · 1 year ago

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sunday x reader - halovian courtship

warning: no spoilers, gn! reader, pining/soft sunday, Sunday info dumping as usual

summary: where Sunday will do everything except confess, and you just think he’s emotionally stunted.

a/n: i read about birds for this

halovian courting rituals

1. Gift giving. Like their close bird companions, Halovians participate in 'nuptial gifts,' a form of gift giving to a potential partner.

You were walking into the Oak Family Headquarters, Dewlight Pavilion, sent to deliver some letters. Although, you’ve been here before, it was still a bit nerve wracking to be in such a place, undetached from your usual position as a lower end employee.

The entrance to Oak Family Head’s office was right in front of you. You bite your lip, shifting the documents to your other arm and knock.

“Nightingale Famil-“

The door swings open. The family head holding the door stands to the side.

“Ah,” Sunday says your name, “it’s you.”

Your eyes widen, blinking a couple times. He remembers me?

“Yes, it’s nice to see you again Mr. Sunday. I’ve come with documents from the Nightingale family detailing a new plan for the dreamscape.”

He looks a bit disappointed?

He chuckles, then calls out to a lone employee, “you’re dismissed for today, I’ll take care of the rest.”

The Oak employee dips his head and leaves. Watching him leave fills a pit in your stomach.

“Mr. Sunday, is something wrong?”

Sunday sits up suddenly, “Oh, no. Not at all.” It’s that movement that makes you realize that he’s been fidgeting with something in his lap…Is he always like this?

“I guess I was just a bit surprised,” he smiles, looking down to the side. You caught him.

“Surprised? To see me?” Although Sunday and you have met a few times. It was always business, just like now—well maybe he did stare a bit intently at you before, but something really was different this time!

He looks up and sheepishly slides a box across the table. “Take it as…being a good part of The Family.”

For a few moments, your eyes set upon him. What is he planning? It’s a small box. Almost nothing could fit in there. You lift the top up.

You gasp. Earrings worth more than your entire life’s salary. You slam it shut.

“M-Mr. Sunday. This really isn’t necessary. I just—“ you ramble on. Sunday places his gloved hand on yours.

“Please, take it.”

Looking into his eyes, you realize that putting up a fight with the Oak Head won’t get you anywhere. You reluctantly take the box.

2. Preening. Similar to nature, touching a Halovian's wings is an intimate gesture to show one's interest in a romantic partner. Someone should never touch a Halovian's wings without asking!

Soon after, you come across Sunday again. This time at the Nightingale Family’s institution. You were putting away blueprints, plans and documents your coworkers left laying around haphazardly. When a familiar voice calls out to you.

“Good evening. Working hard, I see.”

“Mr. Sunday?”

He approached you, then looked around the room. He seemed to realize the situation you were in and scorned your coworkers. He mumbled something about you and moving to the “Oak Family.” As he spoke his wings were fluttering. They looked smooth and soft.

“You’ve been staring at my wings. Do they interest you that much?” He chuckles.

“Well, they are very pretty but—“

“Would you like to touch them?” A light blush spreads across his face. Despite that, he seemed perfectly poised. His hands clasped behind his back, standing straight and looking right at you.

“I-is that alright?” tumbles from your lips. You hesitantly reach out.

“I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.”

Upon touching them, Sunday’s wings twitched away from you before settling down. The feathers are soft and plush. Some are darker in color while others are more pale. They’re surprisingly fluffy. A bit like fur but more delicate.

The blush darkened, his gaze shifted off to the wall. His composure utterly broken, his hands fidgeted behind his back.

“Did you know that birds groom each other as a social activity? It occurs between…ma-members of a flock.” He sputters. What is he saying?

Your fingers stroking his feathers create a flutter within his stomach. He leans into the touch. Taking that as a sign to continue, you reach farther up, a light brush into the coverts of his feathers. Sunday gasps and pulls away.

“…You must take good care of them. Are all Halovian wings soft like yours?”

He wishes that moment would never end.

3. Song. During courtship rituals many birds of different species tend to sing and dance. While that is popular among Halovian people, some may chose show affection through instruments instead.

One day, a notice appears at your door. Upon examining it you realize it’s an invitation from Sunday, instructing you to his office within the Dewlight Pavilion.

Could it be about the documents you sent him last time? You wrack your brain for any possible explanation. He had been acting weirder than usual.

Heat build up in your face upon recalling Sunday’s recent appreciation for you. The earrings that are far too expensive to wear anywhere, and even worse—you bury your face into your hands. In a profound display of unprofessionalism, he let you touch his wings.

Still, every muscle in your body jittered with excitement, even though it shouldn’t.

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Suddenly, the closer you got, the more the hallway echoed with the sound of a violin. Slowly, you carefully stepped towards the sound, till you found its source.

Sunday was playing the violin. You couldn’t help but freeze where you were and watch him. He truly did look like angel. As he drew his bow across the strings, the light from the window shined down on him. His hair reflected the light appearing almost white. Was he always this beautiful?

Abruptly, he stands up, “You’re early. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” you closed the door behind you, “I didn’t know you could play. What song was it?”

He places the violin down on his table and approached you, “It’s ‘Salut d’amor,’ one of the first pieces I learned how to play,” Sunday put his hand behind his back, “the dream master was the one that taught me.”

“It was very pretty, I can tell you’ve been playing for a long time.”

“Thank you.” A light blush spreads onto his cheeks, but it’s gone before you can realize it.

A loud silence sweeps the room. The two of you avert your eyes. This side of Sunday feels so different from what you’ve been told. He always maintains a professional barrier. But if so, what was this?

Sunday calls your name, “how do you feel about me?”

“What?” The question is so out of the blue, you must’ve heard wrong, “I think you’re a nice guy—“

“I meant as a partner, I thought you knew. Was I not obvious enough?” He mumbles over the last sentence.

“I—well—“ you stumble over your words. He was serious. The earrings, the wing touching, the invitation. You dismissed it as him buttering you up. The ‘most handsome man in Penacony’ as delegated by the latest magazines, had feelings for you?

Your face felt so hot, you felt as if you could combust into flames at any moment, “I feel the same.”

His expression softened. “That’s a relief, I don’t have to cancel those reservations then.”

“Reservations?! Mr. Sunday-“

“Just Sunday. I’ll pick you up later then,” he smiled, then placed his hand near your ear, as if looking for something, “Oh, but this time remember to wear those earrings.”

a/n #2: soft Sunday is real, did u see how protective he was of Robin in the quest? i need more hoyo. feed my delusion

#꒰ა fic #hsr x reader #hsr x you #sunday x reader #sunday x you #sundayposting #divider cred plutism

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destielmemenews · 30 days ago

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"Caleb Soto, of the National Day Laborer Organizing Network, told Al Jazeera that between 70 and 80 people had been detained, but only three lawyers have been allowed access to the detention centre where they were being held to provide legal advice.

Soto added that members of the community had effectively been “kidnapped” as officials, wearing masks had not shown warrants or any form of documentation when carrying out arrests.

Additionally, David Huerta, president of the Service Employees International Union (SEIU) California, was arrested for allegedly obstructing federal agents during the raids. Huerta was reportedly injured during the arrest and received medical treatment at Los Angeles General Medical Center before being taken into custody."

Al Jazeera

NBC Los Angeles

ABC News

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nobodysuspectsthebutterfly · 1 year ago

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FYI artists and writers: some info regarding tumblr's new "third-party sharing" (aka selling your content to OpenAI and Midjourney)

You may have already seen the post by @staff regarding third-party sharing and how to opt out. You may have also already seen various news articles discussing the matter.

But here's a little further clarity re some questions I had, and you may too. Caveat: Not all of this is on official tumblr pages, so it's possible things may change.

(1) "I heard they already have access to my data and it doesn't really matter if I opt out"

From the 404 article:

A new FAQ section we reviewed is titled “What happens when you opt out?” states “If you opt out from the start, we will block crawlers from accessing your content by adding your site on a disallowed list. If you change your mind later, we also plan to update any partners about people who newly opt-out and ask that their content be removed from past sources and future training.”

So please, go click that opt-out button.

(2) Some future user: "I've been away from tumblr for months, and I just heard about all this. I didn't opt out before, so does it make a difference anymore?"

Another internal document shows that, on February 23, an employee asked in a staff-only thread, “Do we have assurances that if a user opts out of their data being shared with third parties that our existing data partners will be notified of such a change and remove their data?” Andrew Spittle, Automattic’s head of AI replied: “We will notify existing partners on a regular basis about anyone who's opted out since the last time we provided a list. I want this to be an ongoing process where we regularly advocate for past content to be excluded based on current preferences. We will ask that content be deleted and removed from any future training runs. I believe partners will honor this based on our conversations with them to this point. I don't think they gain much overall by retaining it.”

It should make a difference! Go click that button.

(3) "I opted out, but my art posts have been reblogged by so many people, and I don't know if they all opted out. What does that mean for my stuff?"

This answer is actually on the support page for the toggle:

This option will prevent your blog's content, even when reblogged, from being shared with our licensed network of content and research partners, including those that train AI models.

And some further clarification by the COO and a product manager:

zingring: A couple people from work have reached out to let me know that yes, it applies to reblogs of "don't scrape" content. If you opt out, your content is opted out, even in reblog form. cyle: yep, for reblogs, we're taking it so far as "if anybody in the reblog trail has opted out, all of the content in that reblog will be opted out", when a reblog could be scraped/shared.

So not only your reblogged posts, but anyone who contributed in a reblog (such as posts where someone has been inspired to draw fanart of the OP) will presumably be protected by your opt-out. (A good reason to opt out even if you yourself are not a creator.)

Furthermore, if you the OP were offline and didn't know about the opt-out, if someone contributed to a reblog and they are opted out, then your original work is also protected. (Which makes it very tempting to contribute "scrapeable content" now whenever I reblog from an abandoned/disused blog...)

(4) "What about deleted blogs? They can't opt out!"

I was told by someone (not official) that he read "deleted blogs are all opted-out by default". However, he didn't recall the source, and I can't find it, so I can't guarantee that info. If I get more details - like if/when tumblr puts up that FAQ as reported in the 404 article - I will add it here as soon as I can.

Edit, tumblr has updated their help page for the option to opt-out of third-party sharing! It now states:

The content which will not be shared with our licensed network of content and research partners, including those that train AI models, includes: • Posts and reblogs of posts from blogs who have enabled the "Prevent third-party sharing" option. • Posts and reblogs of posts from deleted blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from password-protected blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from explicit blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from suspended/deactivated blogs. • Private posts. • Drafts. • Messages. • Asks and submissions which have not been publicly posted. • Post+ subscriber-only posts. • Explicit posts.

So no need to worry about your old deleted blogs that still have reblogs floating around. *\o/*

But for your existing blogs, please use the opt out option. And a reminder of how to opt out, under the cut:

The opt-out toggle is in Blog Settings, and please note you need to do it for each one of your blogs / sideblogs.

On dashboard, the toggle is at https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/blogname [replace "blogname" as applicable] down by Visibility:

For mobile, you need the most recent update of the app. (Android version 33.4.1.100, iOs version 33.4.) Then go to your blog tab (the little person icon), and then the gear icon for Settings, then click Visibility.

Again, if you have a sideblog, go back to the blog tab, switch to it, and go to settings again. Repeat as necessary.

If you do not have access to the newest version of the app for whatever reason, you can also log into tumblr in your mobile browser. Same URL as per desktop above, same location.

Note you do not need to change settings in both desktop and the app, just one is fine.

I hope this helps!

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leidyhaze · 1 month ago

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Heartstrings and Second Chances

Satoru x reader

synopsis: You see Satoru falling for another girl who isn't you, you've noticed the way he gazes at her as if she's his entire universe. You constantly believe that she is his ultimate love, his first love. And you can never replace her.

cw: angst (like as in) ,18+, smut, character death, this is a mess tbh, she fell first but he fell harder, suicide, fingering, love making, love sex, unprotected, breeding, clingy reader, satoru’s mom being a bitch, satoru needs you to get pregnant.

Wc: 5k+

a/n: ahhh my first oneshot here in this account, i hope you like it <3

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"I won't marry her. "

"Satoru— stop!"

"I have a fucking girlfriend!"

Satoru's voice reverberates in the room, and you, already gazing downward, can no longer tolerate being here. You only wish to escape and go.

“ I didn't know that your son has a girlfriend? "

You’re angry, to his mother. Satoru is tightening his jaw and ready to talk once more, but his mother unexpectedly interjects.

"Oh— i actually didn't know that, but don't worry, Satoru will cut her off."

“No, I won't,” he chuckled. Certainly, he won't; he cares for his girlfriend, and you are aware of that. Satoru is a wonderful person, you like him, naturally. How is it possible to not? However, there is already a girl who possesses him, and Satoru loves her. She was the love of his life.

He cares for his girlfriend deeply, and no one could ever take her place. Not a single person, not even you.

"I don't know what you're planning but i have my decision, i won't get marry and i won't fucking cut off Diana." He said and left.

"Listen, I apologize. I'll simply go have a chat with him." His mother speaks and trailed behind him, your mother gazes at you and you recognize that expression. “I’m fine,” you smiled.

"I believe I've chosen the wrong guy for you, darling," she chuckles, and you do as well.

You shouldn't try to compel Satoru to love you; he understands that Diana is his soulmate.

“Don’t you like satoru?” Your mom asked.

You shook your head. “No”

A lie, of course.

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Working at your parents' business is not beneficial, it's quite exhausting. Documents scattered throughout the office, papers here, papers everywhere. Damn.

You require a break, so you shove the papers aside and lay your head on the desk.

Suddenly someone knocks.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but someone is seeking to become your secretary."

Oh right, the secretary. Your former secretary departed because she claimed she needed a break. Constantly striving, you wish that this individual is resilient enough to join you in your battle.

You clear you throat and said “come in”

Then you notice her; she has short hair, no makeup, and her eyes reveal that she’s weary, but she unexpectedly smiles.

Nanami, one of your employees has left, leaving just the two of you.

"I truly need this job, so please." She pleaded and shut her eyes, and you can tell she’s exhausted from searching for work.

“That's fine, I don't have specific preferences.” You indeed smiled at her. She gave you the application form, and you looked it over.

Diana Flammia, 25 years old.

"Wow, you're actually older than I am." She chuckles at this. "No, I simply want a job," she said, gazing downward.

"I suppose you're hired, I believe it's fine that you're older than I am, so could you mentor me? I'm really not skilled at managing this company," you said, and she chuckles at you. "Of course."

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You're back here at this annoying dining table having a meal with Satoru and her mother. The quiet is so intense that the sole sound you detect is the fork clashing with the plate.

But your mom breaks the silence.

"Hey, do you believe we need to end this?" All of you suddenly gaze at her big eyes, especially Satoru's mom.

"W-what do you mean by that?" she inquired of your mom.

"I mean, the kids don't care for one another." We are unable to compel them, so we need to end this marriage." Your mother mentioned that you glance at her and smile, and you noticed Satoru smiling as well.

And he looks so stunning when he does.

However, her mother appeared furious, evidently disapproving of it.

She was ready to talk, but Satoru spoke ahead of her.

"I agree," he remarked as he sliced a steak.

She laughed, "Of course you agree, you want to marry that girl, that poor child."

Satoru halts in his path, clutching the fork firmly, and you can see the veils in his hands. "Don't refer to her that way." He remarked while gazing downward, his eyes growing dim.

"What? It's a fact, she's brat—“ abruptly, Satoru slams the fork into the table, making her mom fall silent. He glared at her and stood up, he left, heading outside.

"That's quite impolite of you, Mrs. Gojo," your mom remarks.

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You spotted Satoru in the garden and were about to walk over, but then you noticed he was conversing with someone on his phone.

"Did you get a job? That's good, baby, just don't put too much pressure on yourself, alright? “ Your heart is hurting, you have feelings for Satoru, you wish to think of yourself, but you can't—everyone deserves to be happy.

"Good night, I love you." He ended the call and sighed, shutting his eyes. He opens them upon realizing that you are present.

He glances at you from the side, but you're averting your gaze, trying to avoid making eye contact.

"Are you just going to stand there?" he said suddenly, it's the first time he's ever talked to you. Perhaps he felt gratitude because the marriage ended.

"Hey, come over, take a seat," he said as you walked slowly until you reached the bench and sat down. He sits beside you, gazing at the sky.

"My mom is quite a bitch, isn't she?" he chuckles, "saying something about Diana," he laughs once more.

He was keeping her safe.

"Regarding Diana, please avoid putting pressure on her to work."

You unexpectedly gaze at him, and he gazes back at you, establishing eye contact. "I advised her against working because she was ill, yet she was persistent, insisting that she didn't want to remain at home doing nothing. “

You nod, "I understand that."

"Please don't put pressure on her, her body is frail, and...” his voice faltered, “and ready to surrender, so please treat her kindly. She's kind, so no need to worry. “

"I am aware."

You’re aware that Diana is kind, she assisted you earlier during the meeting. Inquiring if you're fatigued and she will handle the task. Diana is a celestial being.

"There's no need to worry, I'll handle her."

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Time has gone by and everything feels so..challenging. You've been working for 24 hours, and you wish to call Diana for help, but you can't.

Diana is likely resting, as she requires sleep as well.

But damn, you also need some rest.

“No, I can manage this,” you told yourself, these last few days have been something else. It’s enjoyable being with Diana. She is constantly by your side, assisting you.

She is kind.

However, previously? She behaves oddly, she asks you to join her for a meal and also to spend time together. You feel happy, of course, but that doesn't change the reality that she's behaving oddly.

Upon waking up and upon reaching your office, you discovered your employees quiet. Typically, they are noisy, but currently they're quiet as though something occurred.

And can you believe it? Diana is not present.

You called Nanami, and he arrived at your office, you observed that his eyes were red, as though he had just been crying.

You clear your throat. "Are you aware of the reason diana is not here today?" You inquire as you glance over the documents on your desk. There are numerous.

He gazed at you, "why?" You inquired.

He nibbles on his lower lip to prevent himself from weeping.

"She...she passed away this evening."

You came to a halt.

"What did you say?"

No.

A tear drops from your eye, but you swiftly wipe it away, "I-I don't understand, why?" Your voice trembles, and the tears you wipe away come falling once more, and this time you allow it.

"We...we still aren't sure, but someone claimed she took her own life."

You understand everything now about why she was acting oddly yesterday. All is understood.

But for what reason?

You covered your face with your hands and wept, you weren't even aware, did you cause her stress?

You keep on crying, and tears just keep streaming down. You were excessively worrying about whether you had wronged her.

You've always had a fondness for her, you always will. Due to her, you comprehend Satoru, he was deeply in love with her, and you realize that. She was a heavenly being.

However, you were not aware that she would transform into an angel, so shortly.

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"Only 3 weeks, my dear."

Satoru is utterly heartbroken, do you really believe it won't?

It would be pleasant to spend just 3 weeks with him. And you believe he doesn't want you to.

"Honey, I believe she's correct, moreover, Satoru requires some comfort."

You believe it's not a wise choice to console him.

"I'm not sure what children today want, he won't eat and has just shut himself in his room." You fidget with your fingers while hearing his mother.

Is it something you should pursue?

What if he gets angry when he spots you?

Numerous thoughts in your head cannot quell the what ifs.

"Darling." Your mom speaks while brushing your shoulders, motivating you to proceed. "It's only 3 weeks."

"Alright."

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The quietness upon your arrival makes it seem as if the house is lifeless.

Satoru's mother has already departed, she doesn't even show you around.

You examine the house, it was large, naturally. You climbed the stairs and discovered a locked room.

Certainly his room.

You walk into the room next to his and place your belongings there.

Then you knock on his door.

No response.

Once more.

Still no response.

As you were preparing to leave, a sob caught your attention, you halted in your steps and looked down, fighting back tears. He was devastated as one would be, she was his girlfriend, his everything, his greatest love.

You clean up your belongings and proceed at a slow pace.

back to his room, and you knock once more. “Are you there, Gojo?” You rang.

"What on earth are you doing here?"

You were taken aback, you realized he would be furious. Your hands shaking and his words resonating in your mind.

"Is it Mom who sent you?" I don't need you," he stated in a chilly tone.

You're unfamiliar with this aspect of him, when he talked to you in the garden, it was...gentle. But now, it’s filled with sorrow and rage.

"I-I'll only be here for 3 weeks, so don’t worry, I won’t disturb you." Your voice shakes as you anticipate whether he'll respond, but he remains silent.

"H-have you eaten yet?"

No response.

You think that perhaps tomorrow you will finally meet him and talk to him, so you head to your room and lie there, looking at the ceiling.

You shut your eyes, sensing the tears streaming once more.

"I miss you, Diana."

You’re wrong.

You are mistaken.

Since the instant you opened your eyes, Satoru remains in his room.

You will leave, naturally, work, once more.

You knock again at his door, one hand clutching your bag. "Gojo?" You called him. However, undoubtedly, no response.

“I will be heading out, if you’re hungry, there’s some food in the refrigerator. Please avoid skipping meals.”

You await a response, but there is only silence, you exhale deeply and beginning to stroll downward. Ready to leave, you gaze at Satoru's room one final time.

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Upon returning home, everything remains unchanged, the house is silent and Satoru is still in his room.

You look in the fridge to see if he has eaten, but he's didn’t , so you hurry to his room and knock. You’re exhausted, but what’s occupying your thoughts at the moment is Satoru. He must have food.

“Gojo? Why didn’t you have anything to eat?" You inquired with him, but there is still no response. You can't contain it any longer, so you dashed into your room and took the key to his room. His mother provided it to you.

As you prepare to unlock it, you hesitate, he will be upset, you're aware of that. You shake your head, unlock it, and upon opening the door, you saw him.

He was sitting in the corner of his bed, his hands on his toes with his head underneath. He was weeping, you can hear his sobbing.

"Satoru," this is the first time you call him in his first name.

He remained silent, continuing to cry.

"You must e-"

“I miss her.”

You stopped.

You shut your eyes as the tears are about to drop once more.

"I miss her, i want to see her."

And with that, your tears stream down.

"Satoru... it's important for you to have something to eat."

"What I need at this moment is Diana," he said, and at last, he gazed up at you you noticed his blue eyes, brimming with tears.

You took a seat, observing him.

"Do you believe she'll be happy if she finds you in this state? She did it because she desires to rest, and you... Satoru, you must live!” You yelled.

“I can’t live without her. “

Fuck.

"Before her passing," he began, "she—she mentioned she needed space, but I..I had no idea.." He was crying uncontrollably, making it difficult for him to speak.

"Are you aware of what she told me just before she passed away? She mentioned that life is valuable and expressed her joy in feeling loved by all, including you. “You cried, uncertain if you should mourn Diana's absence or observe the man you loved suffering in front of you.

Observing his affection for her.

"The marriage ended because my mom inquired if I wanted to proceed or not. I refused." You informed

He looked at you, a puzzled expression on his face.

"That's not true” you avert your gaze from him, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"I-I wish to be with you...but..I'm so selfish if I were to do that, you know? When I worked along with Diana, I recognized my choice was right because Diana is..."you fell apart.

"Watching you with her, gazing at her as if she's everything to you pains me. However, what can I do? She was your greatest love. And nobody can take her place in your heart." You were weeping alongside him, your face is so disheveled, and you aren't concerned about his thoughts at this moment.

"It's fine, I merely expressed what I desire. You don't have to harm yourself for not eating, “you said and left him space.

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Satoru had dinner last night.

Just as you were about to sleep, he unexpectedly knocks and inquires if there’s any food left in the fridge.

You lead him to the fridge and he consumes.

And now you observed him while he was having his breakfast.

"Morning.." he stated, and you looked at him in surprise, questioning if he truly meant it. "Good..Morning?"

He smile weakly at you and goes on eating, while you remain stunned by his unexpected move.

And tonight, you watched him organize his room, which is in chaos. After Diana passed away, he don’t know what to do.

And now, he was tidying it up, repairing and even rearranged some items. He entirely transformed it.

As he was still cleaning, you provided him with food, as he requires nourishment to regain his strength.

As you walked in, he gazed at you, and you noticed him, your eyes quickly turned to a photo he was holding. It was an image of Diana.

"Sorry, I just got you something to eat," you said and put the food on his table and was on the verge of leaving when he grabbed your wrist.

You paused, you can’t even bear to see him. Following what occurred last night, you felt embarrassed.

"Sorr-"

"Prove yourself."

What?

"Teach me to have faith in love, once more."

Tears stream from your eyes, you find it hard to grasp what you're hearing. "You don't have to-"

You inhaled sharply as he abruptly released you from the embrace, your face collided with his chest as he rested his chin on your head.

“Please.”

You cried against his chest.

"This seems..off," you remarked, attempting to distance yourself from him, but he held you close. "Let’s offer one another a second chance."

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"Should we go out?"

You open your eyes wide and gaze at him, the two of you are sitting on the sofa watching some films. It was uncomfortable, yet Satoru always initiated a discussion with you.

"I- I’m not sure h–“

"You don’t date?”

You moved your head in a negative way.

You received a company at a young age, leaving you no time for dating, oh how you wish you could.

You consistently desire to experience dating, romance, and being in a relationship. Since you were born, you've never had any boyfriends, perhaps a crush when you were little, but what about now? No.

"Hey, that's fine. Let's have our dinner tomorrow, alright?" you smiled at him, feeling so cherished by him lately. On certain nights, the two of you discuss Diana, expressing that you miss her and he misses her.

The date went well, you and Satoru are becoming closer and more at ease with each other.

One night you dreamed a dream so vivid that it left you in tears upon waking. You look at the clock and realize that it’s 2 a.m. in the morning. You require additional sleep, yet you're unable to.

You walked towards Satoru’s room.

As you entered Satoru's room, you noticed he never locks it anymore since that event occurred.

You observed him slumbering, his expression serene, with long eyelashes closed and lips slightly ajar. You walk up to him and he suddenly becomes alert.

He lowered himself, massaging his tired eyes, “hey, are you alright?” Do you need anything?" he gazes at you now.

"I-I dreamed a...terrible nightmare," you said while glancing down, snuffling. "It was really bad s..satoru, it was truly frightening." You are crying now.

He takes your wrists and places you on his bed, you’re now sitting there. He puts his hand on your shoulder and directs you to lay your head on his shoulder.

"Shh, it's alright." he said as he gently patted your shoulders, and you shut your eyes, leaning your body against his.

Satoru gently placed you on his bed, and as his touch ghosted you, your eyes flew open, discovering him there. "I’m here."

He lay next to you and drew the blanket up to your chests, and you sense his arms enveloping you once more.

embracing you.

Upon waking, his arms are still wrapped around you, your back is to him, and you can sense his breath.

You were just about to stand when his powerful arms suddenly tugged you back, prompting you to roll your eyes.

"Satoru, I have some works to complete."

He merely moans while still embracing you, he turns you to face him and you notice his eyes remain closed, yet his lips are smiling.

This man.

Following that, Satoru invites you to sleep in his room once more. Until it becomes your habit to sleep together.

“Mom? “

You abruptly withdrew from Satoru while the two of you were conversing on the sofa. Your head resting on his chest while his arm is around your back.

"Wow, I didn’t realize you’d be moving on so quickly?" his mother remarked.

"Not right now, please," Satoru said, but naturally, his mother always ignored his request.

"Excuse me? I'm truly glad for the two of you! I was taken aback, alright? I wasn't aware that she'd take Diana's place so quickly. You always claimed that she is your greatest love—" his mom halts when Satoru yells at her.

You gaze downward, tears streaming from your eyes.

What were your expectations? Certainly, she was his greatest love. You're foolish to believe that he can love you the way he loved her.

You fled from their home, you're in pain, a lot.

What made you believe you could take her place?

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Today is Satoru's birthday, and your mom is asking you to go to his house. You informed her that you are unable to, and since that day, you haven’t returned to Satoru's home.

You wish to wish him a happy birthday.

"Go on, darling. You have a present for him, correct?”You scowl at your mother and she simply laughs. "Come on, darling, I have a present for him too, alright?"

And you did, because how could you not? Your mother is pleading with you to take and give him her present!

As you reach the house, the music fills the air, you take a breath before entering.

As you open the door, the music abruptly halts and everyone turns to face you.

You nipped your bottom lip, and your hands began to tremble.

Unexpectedly, Satoru comes closer to you and grips your shaking hand tightly. "Uh, hey..." he proclaims. "She is-"

"She’s Diana’s boss!" You swallow at that.

"Mei Mei—"

The girl quickly snatches the present from your hand. Your present to him. "Let’s take a look..."

"Cut that out!" Satoru yelled.

You were trembling. Panting, you desire to grab the present from the girl's grasp, but you can't. You shut your eyes as they unveil the gift.

They laugh.

"Are you kidding? A keychain?" she stares at you with a look of disgust. "You know, if Diana is here, she'll bake him a cookie. Diana knows Satoru better than you do. Dia—‘

“Diana isn’t here!’ They gaze at Satoru in astonishment, including you.

‘She’s gone now, so please... please don’t bring her up.’" He told them, his eyes growing larger.

When you unexpectedly come to the understanding that you're still present, you dash out of the house, weeping.

However, this time Satoru wouldn't allow you to leave. He chases after you and catches you in his strong embrace.

He hugs you tightly from behind while you sob, burying your face in your hair.

"Don't leave..please."

You despise yourself, feeling so foolish for believing you have a chance.

It's evident he wishes to erase her from his mind while being with you, but it doesn't change the reality that she was his first and greatest love.

You push his hands away from your body and confront him. You see him in tears. "You mentioned… let's give each other a chance, but… do I stand a chance with you?" you weep.

He gazes at you with watery eyes, takes a step closer, and grasps your shaking hand. “You have..you always have..”

He gently dries your tears with his other hand and kisses your forehead, whispering,

"I love you."

You close your eyes, crying even more. You heard it. He stated it, he declared I love you.

"Please stop crying."

You acknowledge it now, no one can take Diana's place in his heart, you realize now.

Diana is both his first and greatest love. He cherished Diana, and now he will cherish you for the rest of his life.

He gently caresses your cheeks, gradually leaning in for a kiss, and you sense it, you feel the love and desire. You feel the love.

His lips are tender, mild. He desires for you to sense his affection for you. Then he encountered your tongue, drawing you nearer, arms encircling your waist while your arms curled around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Tongues dancing with each other, here you are with him, kissing under the moonlight.

You feel so loved.

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Satoru set the flowers next to Diana's grave, smiling as he gazed at her name.

He missed her, but he’s doing fine now.

After Diana passed away, Satoru felt lost, she was his entire world.

He can hardly believe that he is alive today and capable of loving again.

Diana left a mark on his heart, he loved her deeply and will cherish her forever.

"Hey, are you alright up there?" he inquired, looking at her name.

She had grown weary of life and chose to end it. Satoru attempted to prevent her, but they are both aware that regardless of the outcome, she will soon become an angel.

"I cant say ‘i love you’ to you now, you know? I will be having wife soon," he chuckles, imagining your adorable face.

"Technically, she's not my wife yet, I… will ask her to marry me tonight." He glances at the ring in his hand, envisioning himself placing it on your finger.

He’s so inlove.

“We will create a family, i know..that’s your dream..with me, but that’s also my dream, with her.”

Satoru understands that you and Diana are different, he had loved Diana, yet he realizes you are his for eternity. He was certain.

"I’m sorry, I-I love her..." he faltered at her grave. "I'm afraid to admit it, but I'm aware of my feelings, I know that this feeling is unique, this love is distinct from what I felt for you, I love her more than I loved you now." He's fearful that Diana might leave him, yet 'what ifs' linger in his thoughts.

"What if you hadn't died, would I still love her? Diana, I can't live without her..." he was becoming emotional, aware that Diana was both caring and altruistic.

Yet, he understands that he has to release her.

With your arrival in his life, the pain that Diana caused is gradually fading away. That's when he realized that Diana is his first love. And you, his greatest love .

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"You're incredibly beautiful," Satoru murmured as his hand glided over your body, the wedding had gone perfectly, and now you both are in bed together.

He kisses your neck, gently sucking on the sensitive spot there. He’s whispering ‘I love you’ and ‘you’re so beautiful’ in your ears.

His kisses traveled lower, until he caught your breasts, fondling them with both hands. "Satoru.."

"Thats it, love. “ He placed his mouth on your nipple, sucking it while pinching the other one with two fingers. Your back curves, completely drenched below.

Once he’s done, he gazed at you and kissed you, you were moaning into his lips. His fingers slid down until he found your covered sex. His thumb rubbed your clit, causing you to moan into his mouth, he pulled back and gazed at you. He smiled. "You're perfect," he murmurs.

"Satoru, more.." you pleaded, and he complied, lowering your skirt. He chuckled upon seeing you aroused.

"No, don't laugh," you cautioned him.

He moved your panties aside and slid a finger inside you, causing you to gasp, “Satoru!" You called him, back arching. You're like this for only one finger.

"Darling, you’re so sensitive ."

You moan loudly when he added a second finger, with two fingers inside you, and you were breathing heavily. Satoru wants to buried his self in you, yet he wants you to be ready beforehand.

He perceives you tightening around his fingers and picturing it with his cock instead . A breathy moan escapes your lips, your legs quivering as his fingers thrust rapidly.

You clutch the bedsheets, closing your eyes as you experience the pleasure. You're almost there. "Release it, darling, give it to me," he murmurs, kissing your knuckle while his fingers move faster inside you, causing you to moan louder and cream his finger.

Your legs tremble, spine bending as you reach climax. "You did great, darling." He kisses your forehead. "Satoru, I want you, please." He smiled and nodded at you, kissing your lips once more, while your hands moved to his chest, gently undressing him.

You're unsure about reaching out to him. "It's fine, I'm yours, my love."

He removed his trousers and underwear, and you glance at his bulge and erect member. You reach at it and make contact with its tip. Satoru tilts his head backward, his hands abruptly halting you.

You glance at him as he adjusts himself at your entrance, gently stroking your hair.

“Breathe, darling. “ And you do, you sensed his tip on your clit and now at your entrance. He gradually enters you, causing you to gasp. So enormous. When he entered you, you felt incredibly full. You extend your hand to satoru and he gradually leans towards you, causing your lips to connect.

He began to move, making you groan. "Satoru..." he entered you with a gradual rhythm. "Nngh.."

"Did that feel good, love?" he inquired, and you nodded in response. He began to thrust more rapidly, lifting one of your thighs onto his shoulder as he continued.

"Satoru! Feels...great..ah!" You moan to him and he pushes again, more forcefully this time. "That's it, love." You felt warm, you’re so tight around him, driving him crazy.

'Satoru..' you called, 'more..' He pressed roughly against your lips and quickened the pace, making your mind spin. You can hear the damp noise and his hips hitting against you.

"Satoru, I-m..." he was thrusting quickly, you look so messed up. You can’t concentrate, all that occupies your mind is how incredible Satoru was and the pleasure he’s giving you.

With one final thrust, you reach climax, your legs trembling as you draw him in. However, he continued, he’s pushing forward. "Too much! Satoru!”

He doesn't pay attention to you and keeps doing what he's doing. "I'm unable to... stop... I will make you mine, and we will build a family together." He said as he suddenly envisioned you with his child in your womb.

"You’re... growing larger inside... me!" He placed his fingers on your clit, rubbing it vigorously and quickly.

"Come again for me, love, just once more." And you felt it once more, nearing the edge. You call out his name when you reach your climax, feeling his seeds within you as you both fall down.

He rests his forehead on yours and grins. "I love you," he says, and you return his smile. You lean in to kiss him, he then lies next to you, drawing you close to his chest while kissing your forehead.

"I bet by tomorrow you'll be pregnant." You swat his hand away, and he just chuckles at you. He drew you closer, encircling your waist with his arms, resting his chin on your head while inhaling the scent of your hair.

You both drifted off to sleep and dreamt of Diana smiling widely while congratulating you both.

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a/n: thoughts? My first one shot! My fingers going to break rn.

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leurdhavemerky · 6 months ago

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Only in His Dreams (Part 2/2)

Part 1 here

Remembering his intimate dream, Viktor has a particularly difficult time when you visit him at work.

Contents: Academy/scientist gn!reader, romantic tension, flirting, lovesick Viktor, Jayce catching a stray

Word count: 800

Viktor was adjusting his Hexclaw, holding a magnifying glass to an irritatingly small screw. He picked up his blue-handled flathead and prepared to tighten it, but there were footsteps coming down the narrow hall.

Had it been anyone else, Viktor wouldn't have cared. It was the familiar sound of your platform shoes that immediately caught his attention.

Louder and closer, louder and closer, louder and- ah!

Viktor dropped his tools. They clattered against the table. His screwdriver rolled along the surface.

Your footsteps stopped as you reached the closed lab doors.

One knock.

His eyes shot down to his chest as he hastily straightened his maroon tie.

Two knocks.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to fix it quick.

Three knocks.

Deep breath. Exhale. Stand up.

"Welcome, allow me to get the door."

Viktor took a short journey to the entrance of the lab. He nervously reached for the gold-plated door handle and stood back as you stepped in.

Your eyes moved along the room, making observations.

There was a large window with the geometric academy motif on the right wall, and numerous chalkboards and supply cabinets on the left. A controlled mess of gears littered the central table, with Viktor's half-deconstructed Hexclaw lying on it's side.

Finally, you acknowledged him with a warm smile, excited about your work-related excuse for being in the academy's most esteemed space.

"Thanks, that was kind."

You met Viktor's amber eyes, and he lingered there. He looked lost.

"Am I...interrupting your work?"

He remembered the pink haze, the joy fading as he stirred awake. Viktor blinked. This is real now, he thought. I must do something about it.

"Nonsense. What brings you to me?" he asks, shifting his gaze. The heat in his face would have burned him alive if he hadn't done that.

"My department is interested in using Hextools for a 'productivity boost.' The council said we'd need signed documents, though."

"I am surprised I was recommended for this. Shouldn't Jayce provide his signature?"

You bit the inside of your cheek.

"I figured," you chose words carefully, "but he isn't in the lab much, at least from what I've picked up on."

Viktor shifted his weight.

"Besides," you shrugged, "you're very approachable."

He nodded appreciatively, beginning to guide you across the lab. His pace was intentionally a little slower, as he hoped you would admire his gadgets.

Along the back wall were two desks, one covered in grand vases of flowers, among other gifts and congratulatory letters. The second was "decorated" with open notes and silvery tools.

The aftermath of Progress Day.

Viktor's grip tightened on his cane. You glanced at the colorful arrangements a few feet away, playfully rolling your eyes to ease the tension.

He gave a knowing look, and one side of his mouth came up into an easy smile.

Viktor pulled the chair from Jayce's desk and brought it close to his own.

"Have a seat, right beside my lovely trinkets," he teased, gesturing to scattered parts.

"Lovely trinkets," you reciprocated, studying the grooves of various coppery cogs.

Oh, that voice. What I would do to hear your song once again.

"Now, what papers do you have for me?"

You presented Viktor with four pages, and he reached for a pen. It was constructed beautifully, black with gold accents.

Skimming through the introductory paragraphs, he recognized these documents as standard Academy approval forms. Nothing out of the ordinary, besides the individual before him.

...sanction the use of the following...acknowledge that...safe for the use of employees...

He could feel you looking as he read. His head felt lighter by the second.

..in the event that...incredibly nervous- no, no! Keep reading!...trained to handle...tools of interest...I understand these terms and- finally!

Relieved, he twisted that pretty pen open.

"Should I know anything more?"

You shook your head.

With that, he copied his signature on the necessary pages. The beginning of the V curved, with it's main dip cutting fiercely. The other letters were inscribed with more care. For example, the dot embellishing his i formed a near perfect circle on each page.

"Unfortunate," you state, "that I don't have any other business for you."

Viktor slipped the pen into the shirt-pocket of his white vest.

He took a soft breath and asked, "why do you say that?"

"I'm curious about these inventions," you replied, turning to the open claw and the contraptions surrounding it.

Your eyes fell on him. He was close to burning again.

"Not to mention- I'm curious about the inventor."

With that statement, you had lit a sparkler from the roaring flames in Viktor's heart. His eyes lit up with a rare speed, and his wordless lips parted. The house, the honey. The dream came back to him once more, but this time, the torturous doubt was gone entirely.

You winked and snatched his nice pen from the shirt pocket, quickly replacing it with a pink rose from one of Jayce's silly bouquets.

With growing disbelief, Viktor's head whirled.

I am not invisible! I belong in the mirror!

You grabbed the signed papers from his desk, laughing lightheartedly. As you rushed away, that hard platform sound echoed satisfyingly off of the marble floors. It further shook Viktor's already scrambled thoughts.

Quieter, farther. Down the narrow hall. Quieter, farther. Quieter, farther, and- ah.

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monster-disaster · 1 year ago

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Hey, I love your writing so much! ♥️

Can I request a male orc x chubby fem reader? I was thinking about bondage and discipline. The plot is up to you but I wanted it to be something related to that. Like she's his timid and clumsly employee and he's a strict boss who gets amused by it because this is a reason to teach her some good manners while working for him.

I love the idea! I hope you will enjoy it! :)

boss!orc x curvy!reader Warnings: dom/sub, spanking, spice

His broad smile is covered by his hand as he leans on the wooden surface of his desk. It's well-organized and clean. His shoulders are wider than the backrest of his chair, but he fits in it perfectly. The screen of his laptop illuminates the depth of his brown eyes as he follows you with his gaze. The tinted glass walls of his office give a perfect view of your desk. Unlike his, your workspace is a mess of papers, coffee cups, and sticky notes. That's why you wander back and forth between your desk and his office door for the fourth time, always searching for something.

You are a mess. But damn. You are a cute one.

He shouldn't think about you this way. He shouldn't think about you at all. And especially not when he is at home with his hard dick in his hand. But what else can he do? Your whole being screams and begs for dominance and guidance. It seems like to him, you desperately need someone to make rules you can follow and punish you if you break those. You need control. And who else could give that to you other than him?

The white blouse on you is a cheap one. Probably that's why the orc can see through it when the yellow lights of the lamps reach you just the right way. You wear a matching bra, and he can barely tear his eyes away from the soft rolls of your sides when you turn. His attention wanders lower. A light snarl forms on his lips at the sight. Your dark jeans are tight and hug your round ass perfectly. Your thick thighs rub together as you walk, and he can't help but imagine them around his head as he eats you out, gripping onto your flesh.

He is already hard when you finally reach his office. A few soft knocks echo in the silence. The documents he asked for are hugged to your chest. "Come in," he says. His voice is loud and husky. You are flushed and out of breath. It looks pretty on you. He is sure he could do much more to make you lose your breath, though. "The papers you wanted," you tell him, lifting the stack in your arms. You are still at the door, lifting your weight from one leg onto the other. "I wanted them ten minutes ago." You stare at the floor so intensely that you don't notice the amusement dancing in his eyes despite his rough voice. "I'm sorry," you reply. Your voice is timid, and for a second, the orc feels sorry for you. You are still new and not used to the way everything works in his business. And you are a good employee despite your lack of organization skills and occasional clumsiness. You work hard and learn quickly with the right motivation, and you always stay after working hours without a complaint when he needs your help.

But still. You could do better. Your boss is sure of it.

"Why are you late again?" He asks, even though he knows your answer already. You gulp. Your arm around the documents tightens. "I didn't find them." He hums, leaning back on his chair. He radiates dominance and authority. The black fabric of his suit stretches around his arms as he links them together in front of his chest. "And why is that?" He asks you, letting his gaze wander to your desk. When you notice his attention turning away from you, your eyes widen. He saw you the whole time. "I'm sorry," you breathe out. "Close the door behind you, Y/N," he says. "And come closer." You do as he says, stepping into the office further after pulling the door shut behind you. "I said closer, Y/N," he says. "And put those down." You put down the documents on his desk, keeping your gaze down. "Look at me."

When you finally look him in the eye, he is reminded of why he chose you in the first place. You are beautiful, for sure, but it was your determination that he liked enough to hire you. After working in a factory for years, you wanted something else, and you were ready to fight for the change.

"What did I say about keeping your space clean?" He asks after a few seconds. There is a heavy, disapproving sigh in his voice that makes your lips curl downward with shame. "I did," you tell him. "It just… it got too much, and before I knew it…" "It happens because you let it," he says. "If you take care of your things immediately, they don't become a mess." "I know." "Come here," the orc says, pointing at the small space between his legs after he turns away from his desk.

You shouldn't. It's too close. It's too intimate.

But your legs move before you can say no.

Even though he is sitting, his eyes are at the same level as yours. "Good girl," he praises you. "See? You can do what I say." His words send shivers down your spine straight between your legs. "But you know I have to punish you, don't you?" Your eyes are wide as you look at him. Your lips feel dry as you try to say something, but nothing comes out. "It's important to do your job as quickly as you can. What if I needed the papers immediately? What if I needed them for a meeting? How would it look if I couldn't do my job because you can't find what I need?" Tears burn your eyes as you listen to him, afraid he is firing you. "Don't cry, sweet girl," he hums, grabbing your hands to squeeze them softly. He is so much bigger than you. "I still want you here because I know you can do much better. But I can't let it slide, can I?" You shake your head, but it's not enough for him. "Speak, Y/N." "No, you can't." "Good girls." His praises again. Your tights clench, and something flutters in your stomach. "I want you to pull down your jeans to your knees."

For a long moment, you forget how to breathe. Your boss wants what?

The man watches your reaction like a hawk. Maybe it was a wrong idea. Maybe you will run out of his office to report him.

But damn, he can't make himself to save the situation and his reputation.

"You heard me, Y/N," he says with forced confidence. "You broke my rules, and you have to get punished." Your gaze snaps to the closed door, and his muscles tense to stop you, to do something before he loses his business.

But you surprise him again.

"What if somebody comes in?" You ask timidly. A slow smile appears on his face. His tusks dig into his upper lip. "Nobody will disturb us, sweetheart." After a deep breath, you nod and unbutton your pants. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment and excitement. You can barely believe what is happening. And you are okay with everything.

Your boss is a handsome orc. You noticed his sharp jawline and wide nose from the moment you introduced yourself at your job interview. He was definitely not who you imagined with his thick, braided hair and broad body. Even the modern office and the expensive suit couldn't hide the primal dominance shimmering under his dark green skin.

"Good girl," he says with approval. His dark gaze follows the curve of your wide hips and the line of your panties between your legs. "Lean over the desk. Ass out." Your whole body trembles as you do as he says. His desk is cold and hard under your elbows and stomach. And you are sure your head is ready to explode when you register the fact that he has a perfect view of your ass. You want to reach back to pull down your blouse as much as you can, but you have a feeling he wouldn't be happy about it.

And you are right.

The orc's erection uncomfortably presses against the inside of his underwear at the sight of you like this. Your back is in a slight arch as you press your bottom out as he asked. Your white panties stretch across your ass, still leaving a handful of your cheeks bare. His palms burn with the need to touch you.

"Tell me why you get punished, Y/N," he breaks the silence when he finally finds his voice. The words almost come out as a low growl. "Because I was late," you tell him. Your voice is timid and quiet. He can see your muscles tense and relax as you wait for what he will do. "Why were you late?" "Because of the mess on my table." "That's right," he nods. "You are a smart girl, Y/N. And what did I tell you about keeping your space clean?" "That I shouldn't let my work pile up into a mess. I should put away everything as soon as I can." "Good girl," he hums. Your whole body jerks up when you feel his hand on your bottom. He is soft and careful, exploring your flesh while his other hand goes to the middle of your back to keep you in place. The green color of his hand fits perfectly to the shade of your skin. "I didn't say you can move," he says. "I'm sorry." "It's okay, Y/N," he hums, still caressing you. "I will tell you what I will do, okay?" You hum in agreement. "I want your words, Y/N," he says. "When I tell you something or ask something, I want you to answer with words." "Okay," you force the words out of your tightened throat. Your nerves are raw and tense as you lean on his desk, half-naked. Fear and anticipation stretch in your belly. "Good girl." The world starts to spin around you. "I want you to stay like this while I spank you, alright?"

ALRIGHT?!

"Okay." "I give you ten since I think this is your first time, am I right?" "Yes." "Good. I will give you the first five with your panties on, but I will take it off for the next five, okay?" You gulp. "Okay." "I would like you to add sir every time you speak to me, okay, love?" "Yes, sir." His hand on your ass is warm and almost comforting. He can't get enough of the feel of you. You are soft and much more than a handful. "And if you change your mind or it's too much, I want you to say red, okay?" "Okay." A light slap on your ass makes you jump and squeak with surprise. "Okay, what?" He asks. His voice is stern while he waits to correct yourself. "Okay, sir," you reply hurriedly. "Good. Now tell me, what did I say before?" "If I change my mind or if it gets too painful, I say red." "You are a smart girl, Y/N," he says. "And I'm proud of everything you did since you were here, but you have to take care of your messiness." "Yes, sir."

Even though it comes as no surprise, you still can't contain your reaction when his large hand lands on your ass again with much more strength than the first time. Your whole body tenses and bounces at the slap, breaking a high whine out of your chest. "Count, Y/N." "One, sir," you tell him tightly. "Good girl." You barely hear the end of his words because of the next smack on your cheek. Your panties do nothing to protect you from his hand. "Two," you breathe out. And three. And four. "Five, sir," you groan with tightly closed eyes. Every fiber of your body is buzzing with something unfamiliar. Your ass burns and tears gather in your eyes, but you still throb between your legs. With every small movement you make, your clit rubs against the white, soaked fabric of your underwear. "You are doing so good, Y/N," he says after the fifth slap. He goes back to caressing your bullied cheeks again while talking to you comfortingly. "Can you continue? Or do you want to stop?" You know this is the right time to get out of here, but you are too deep. Stopping now doesn't even occur in your mind. "I want to continue, sir." "My brave girl," he hums.

And he is really proud of you. You take everything he gives you like a champ. Your whimpers and moans drive him crazy, and the way your ass shakes after every slap is enough to make a man wild.

He feels like a kid in a candy store when his fingers slip under your panties to pull down the fabric to your jeans around your knees. His eyes barely have enough time to register the sight when you reach back with both hands to hide yourself.

"None of that," he grunts, grabbing your wrists to keep them between his thick fingers, pinned to your waist. The new position forces your back to arch some more, pushing your ass out in front of his hungry eyes. The fact that you can't even move anymore should make you afraid, but the only thing you feel is the hot, heavy arousal that burns through your body. "It's a punishment, no?" He asks, and your eyelids immediately fall shut because of the embarrassment that surges through your veins. You know what he is talking about. "Sir…" "But it seems like you enjoy it too much," he grins darkly. His free hand slips down from your ass between your legs. He barely touches your soaked slit, but it's enough to send a shock through your already tense body. "Sir," you beg. "Please! I-" "Are we done with your punishment?" He asks sternly. His rough fingertips are still sliding up on down over your pussy, rubbing your clit and almost reaching your empty hole. "No, sir," you moan, letting your head hit the desk under you. "Then be a good girl and stop begging for a reward you didn't earn." His words almost make you cry. You can feel your wetness making a mess on your inner thighs, and your pussy aches even more than your burning bottom. "Yes, sir," you croak.

The orc behind you have to force himself to leave your pussy and go back to your ass. He grabs a handful of your flesh, letting his blunt nails dig into your heated skin. He promises himself he will lick your stretchmarks later, but now…

"Six," you jump. Your breathing is heavy, and your lips taste salty because of the tears running down your cheeks. Seven. Eight. "Nine," you cry. "Please, sir. I-please!" He loves you like this. A mess of arousal and begging. Your musky scent fills his nostrils. His cock twitches with every deep breath he takes. "The last one, Y/N," he says. "One more, and you are done." Your bottom is on fire when his hand lands on your ass again. The smack is loud and clear, followed by the sound of your voice escaping your lips. "Ten, sir," you sob.

"Come here, baby," he coos softly, helping you up from the table and sitting you down on his lap. You hiss at the painful feeling when your sensitive skin meets with his pants. You want to stand up immediately, but he stops you. "It's part of your punishment," he says, holding onto your hips. He feels you up, enjoying your every curve. "How do you feel?" He speaks up again when you settle down on his thigh. "Why are you crying? Was it too much?" You shake your head, letting him swipe off your tears with his thumb. "I'm fine, sir." "But?" He asks. "I'm… I-" You can't say it. It's almost comical. Your boss spanked you barely a minute ago, and you can't make yourself admit the state of your pussy. "Are you horny?" He asks helpfully. You nod. "Show me." Your eyes widen at his request. Your arm is still around his neck to keep your balance. "Spread your legs, sweetheart," he says. Your first reaction is to close your legs even tighter, but after a moment, you open up your thighs, letting him see your wet heat as it makes a mess on his pants. "Oh," you gasp, wanting to stand up again, but he doesn't let you go this time either. "No," he says. "Did I tell you to move?" "No, sir," you breathe out.

For a second, you thought about arguing with him. You are too heavy, and you will ruin his clothes, but honestly? You have your own problems. Like the constant ache and throb between your legs as your blood sears through your system in a hurry. The orc under you is a big guy; you have no doubt about holding your weight easily, and if he wants you to make a mess on his pants? Well, it's his decision too.

When his free hand that doesn't hold your waist slips up on your thighs, your legs open automatically. A shiver runs through your pent-up body as his fingertips run through your folds, gathering your wetness before slipping it into his mouth. Your lips open breathlessly as you watch him taste you. The low rumble of his chest vibrates in your bones and nerves.

"Please," you gasp. Your arm around his neck tightens as if you could force him. "Sir-" "Do you want to cum?" The orc asks, and when you vehemently nod, a slow smirk pulls on his lips. The curve is crooked because of his tusks. "Do you think you earned it?" He teases. You nod again. You really hope so. His eyes wander to your desk on the other side of the glass wall. It's still messy with papers and cups. Your bag is dropped on the floor, and your coat is ready to fall off the back of the chair. His fingers are still on your heat, teasing and prodding but avoiding giving you the pleasure you crave so much. The muscles of your thighs shake as you force yourself to stay put. You want nothing more than to grind your burning pussy on his thick fingers. The feel of his erection pressing against your bare thigh gives you a good idea of what he hides under his pants.

"I tell you what," he breaks the silence after a few seconds. His dark eyes glint with amusement as he looks at you. "If at the end of the day, your desk will be clean, I will give you what you want." "What?" You gasp, panicked. No, you need it now. You can't go through the day with the ache between your legs that drives you insane. And you don't even have the energy to think about your still burning ass. He lifts one of his thick brows in question. "Do you have a problem with it, sweetheart?" You know his question means nothing. If you say the wrong thing, you will get nothing. "No, sir," you exhale. "Good," he hums, kissing the side of your head with a soft squeeze on your hips. "Are you ready to continue the day?" After another shaky breath, you nod. "Yes, sir." "Good girl."

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currentloser · 4 months ago

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! MDNI !

prove your worth

pairing: CEO!kwon ji-yong x reader

word count: 4503

summary: You work as an unpaid intern for your strict boss Ji-yong, the dynamic completely changes when he offers another form of payment.

tags: explicit smut, power imbalance, boss/employee relationship, dubious consent, descriptions of intercourse.

( ao3 link )

The clock on the wall ticks tauntingly in your mind, well past midnight. Your schedule dictated you should’ve been gone by now, but of course you weren't.

Your cheap desk was finally empty, the papers you had been grueling through pushed forward onto your boss’ desk. The other interns and employees left hours ago, escaping this stuffy office. Meanwhile you remained trapped, sparing a glance to yourself against the glass wall, not missing the tired look in your eyes as well as the CEO, Kwon Ji-yong, was already musing over your paperwork. Unpaid, overworked, and stuck beneath a man who didn't remember your name.

Ji-yong famines seared across from you, his hand clasping over the stack you slid his way. His face remains casually neutral as he grabs onto the edge of the paper and starts to thumb through the stack of documents. He hadn't spoken to you the entire time you'd worked on this stack. He kept quiet, assessing you while you worked.

Without looking up, he sighs, “You made another mistake.”

The words send a cold shock through you, “Where?” You straighten instantly, your fingers tighten around your pen.

Instead of answering you verbally, he grabs the paper in question and slid it toward you. He moved to stand, hovering above you and pointing to a single line of text. You squint at it for a moment, confusion plaguing you as you read the line over again. Finally, you make sense of it, barely an error- a comma misplaced.

“Sloppy,” He muses, leaning back and running a hand through his slicked-back hair, “If I gave this to a client, do you know what they’d say?”

“That I wasn't paying attention,” You swallow as you meet his dark and unreadable eyes.

A slow smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, “Wrong answer. You aren't taking this internship seriously.”

Finally, he leans back in his chair and sighs, grabbing a cigarette from a pocket inside his jacket. He didn't care if you were in the room with him, he still lit the end and placed it in his mouth. He let the silence hang as he took a breath of it, deliberately pointing towards you and blowing the smoke your way.

“You want to stay here, don't you?” He asked, his voice smooth as smoke flowed from his lips.

Beneath the desk, your fingers curl into the edge of your skirt, “Yes, sir.”

He clicks his tongue in disapproval, but despite it he smirks, “Then try harder.”

Reaching across his table, he grabbed another stack of papers. Your eyes widen as you take it in- twice the size of the last stack. Realization sinks in as he takes one off the top and puts it where you’d been working on the previous paper. Your head pounds just gazing over the text. The first one you started with.

“Redo them. From the beginning.”

“But-”

His eyes flick up, cutting you off before you can try to speak, “Did I hire you to complain?”

You shake the heat, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a verbal answer. Ji-yong hums, pleased. He sets down his cigarette onto his ash tray and picked up his pen instead, returning to his own paperwork. Your eyes twitch as he dismissed you.

Sleep teases behind your eyes the moment you close them, but you sigh and accept your fate. Again, the silence stretched thin punctuated by the soft scratch of his pen and your own. Every so often he'd blow a waft of smoke in your direction if only to pester you further, and you could’ve sworn you caught him smirking when it forced you to wave the cloud away. His gaze is all-encompassing, stopping you from any shifting or distractions from your work.

As you finally begin to reach the end of the pile, he speaks again, “Are you nervous?”

Your throat bobs and you squeeze your own, “No, sir.”

At that he gives a quiet chuckle, finally stubbing out the bud of his cigarette. He glanced out the window, the dim glow of the dusk casting shadows across his face. His already dark and leering expression only became worse.

“You're a terrible liar,” He mutters, glancing toward your finished paperwork.

“I only want to do a good job,” You hold firm, squeezing your pen as you finish off what you can only hope is the last correction.

He hums, considering you, “And yet, you keep making mistakes.”

You flinch involuntarily. The words strike a nerve deeper in you, even if you tell yourself and you know he does it on purpose. All of this exhaustion and taunting merely to humor himself. He enjoys dangling approval just out of reach, to watch you scramble to prove yourself worthy of his attention.

“Tell me something,” Ji-yong tilts his head, his gaze dragging over you slowly, “Are you the type who needs praise to stay motivated?”

You hesitate, “No, sir.”

“Good,” He smirked, sharp and cruel.

Without further warning, he rose from his chair. He moved smoothly, a fluid grace more fitting for a dancer rather than your stuck-up boss. He rounded the desk, coming to a stop just beside you. He stood much taller than you, his scent enveloping you. A clean, crisp cologne flirted with the sharp smell of smoke, nearly suffocating you.

Over your shoulder, he grabs the paper from underneath your hand. The last you finished. You refuse to look up at him, instead studying the grain of the desk beneath you. All at once the paper lands in front of you again, lazily floating down from where he dropped it.

“Better,” He muses, “But not perfect.”

Heat crawls up your face, flushing your cheeks. You duck your head before he can catch the way your shoulders rise in response. Ji-yong leans in closer, enough that you can feel his breath ghosting over your skin, “Do it again.”

“You just want to see me squirm,” You mutter, your jaw tightening.

Ji-yong straightens out, returning to his chair and drumming his fingers against his desk, “You're an intern, so you do as I tell you.”

Your nails dig into your palm, to stop yourself from screaming and to keep yourself awake, “How long are you going to keep me here?”

Ji-yong looks surprised at how straightforward you were. He rested his chin under his knuckles, glancing from your paper back up to you. Expectantly, silently instructing you to get back to it. He holds that silence, his eyes twinkling with something dark.

“Until I get bored,” He shrugged simply, then smirked yet again, “Get back to work.”

Your hand starts to tremble as you get to writing again. Each stroke of the pen sends a little jolt of pain through your hand as you painstakingly rewrite it, again. At some point you're not even sure if the words have meaning, or if they'd gotten any better from the first two times you've written it. Improving wasn't the point, torture was.

He spelled it out to you. As you finish you push the paper forward over your desk onto his. He doesn't acknowledge you at first, at some point he'd begun scrolling through his phone and serenely ignoring your work. Just as you're about to knock on the table to divert his attention he grabs the paper, slowly.

He skimmed the contents, his dark eyes flickering over your writing. His expression remained unreadable, yet after an eternity he finally set it down with a small nod.

“Looks like you can learn after all,” He admits, absentmindedly.

Relief floods through you, suddenly that pain and exhaustion lifted and was replaced by it. You grab onto your chair and push it back, glancing to him for approval before you run off. He leaned back in his chair, tilting his head in your direction.

“Since you're so eager to prove yourself, I hope you won't mind one more assignment.”

“It's so late,” You try, keeping your voice low, “I have other assignments-”

“Now you have mine,” He tapped his fingers against the paper, pushing it forward before looking back to you, “Unless you'd rather go back to coffee runs and filing paperwork.”

You don't want to argue you might rather be doing that instead of facing this strange torture hes concocted. You can't read whatever he's calculating, the wood echoing the pattern he taps out. You swallow hard and shake your head before you can think better of it. For once his expression changes into something more domineering than the flat grin he'd put on before.

“Good, let’s make you've really earned this internship. Come here.”

Pushing your chair back, you step around the desk and close the space between his own desk and yourself. Still too shy to completely come around it, glancing at him. He tilts his head as he studies you, his gaze raking over your form yet again.

“You've been working so hard,” He purrs, his tone becoming something darker, “It would be cruel of me not to reward such dedication.”

Your stomach twisted in response, heat rushing to your cheeks. He'd never given you a reward for anything before. You're not sure whether to brace yourself or to courteously accept, maintaining your eye contact with him. Waiting for him to speak up first.

Ji-yong finally moved and reaches into his desk drawer. There’s a moment of shuffling through paper before he pulls out an envelope and slides it across the surface toward you. He looks up at you, and your fingers twitch at your side.

“Your stipend,” He says, “You've been waiting for it, haven't you?

Your eyes bug slightly. You've been working weeks on end with the understanding it would be entirely unpaid. It doesn't look like a lot of money- maybe a check?- but the wording makes you hesitate. You aren't sure what he means. You swallow and nod, not sure how else to respond and start to reach for it.

“Tell me,” His hand lands atop the envelop, interrupting yours, “What do you think you've done to deserve this?”

You straightened your shoulders, meeting his gaze with an edge of defiance underneath your corporate façade, “I've been working for weeks, unpaid. I think I've more than earned something.”

“So does every one of your colleagues,” He clicks his tongue, unimpressed and shakes his head.

Your gaze meets the smiley-face tattoo on his hand as he runs his hand through his hair yet again. “I've put in extra hours, stayed late to finish your work, given my all to this company. It warns me something, wouldn't you agree?”

“You’re being awfully bold,” He murmured, tilting his head, “Is this confidence, or desperation?”

Your lips parted but you hesitated- just long enough to make his smirk deepen.

“I asked you a question,” His voice was smooth, expectant and low. Just enough to make you shiver.

“Confidence,” You managed, your voice steadier than you felt.

“Impressive… but I'm still not convinced, confidence alone doesnt cut it here. As I keep repeating- I want to see proof.”

“How am I meant to do that?” You finally ask, breaking the tension holding in the room.

Pushing his chair back, he pats his lap and nods you over. Slowly, you go around the edge of his desk. You weren't sure what you expected besides the image of your boss leaned back in his chair, his legs splayed out. His hand still rests in his lap, teasingly covering over himself. He manages to look powerful, even when sitting.

“Here’s a trick I could teach you: Down, girl,” He motions with his pointer finger, right between his legs.

You step closer, unsure of yourself. He nods to you and keeps motioning, the way a trainer might handle a startled animal rather than a faithful employee. As you get closer he glances down to your feet and nods, fully expectant on your cooperation. You glance around the room.

Inwardly, your eyes flicker from his form to the door just out of sight. Without a paycheck, this job was only for the sake of experience. The size of the company, and the notoriety wouldn't be forgotten on your resume, though. You battle the options in your mind, and you decide on lowering yourself to your knees.

“So you know your tricks,” His smirk widens, patting his lap again.

You can't imagine how face your red has become as you crawl between his legs, stopping in front of his hand. You can feel his gaze on the back of your head, keeping your gaze ducked to where his hand kept over himself. Slowly, he moved it to the side. You could see his hard-on straining his slacks.

Above you, he hums, “You wanna treat don't you? So get it.”

Your shakes shake as they come up to his lap and grab onto his belt. Slowly, you lift your head and meet his gaze, seeking his approval. He gives a curt nod, his eyes sparkling yet again. You look back down to work on his belt, tugging it off of him and leaving it on the floor beneath you. You slowly pop the buttons- one, then two.

The back of your mind tells you that you shouldn't play into his games, but his sweet words of approval and his gaze were enough to keep your hands moving. Beneath it are plain dark red boxers, matching his tie dangling just out of your vision. Sensing your hesitation, he reaches between the two of you and opts on pulling himself out of his pants instead.

His cock waits for you, hard and already leaking precum. He slowly strokes over himself, and you could still feel his gaze squared on you.

“I've never… done this before,” You admit, your voice barely coming out as a squeak.

Ji-yong scoffed, letting go of himself and caressing the back of your hand instead, guiding it to the base, “Don't worry. I expected that. I'll show you how.”

He guides you along a vein that pokes out from the bottom, squeezing there and slowly rubbing over himself. He lets go of your hand once he's shown you the motion, his leg shifting from your side to between your legs. You finally dare to glance up at him and give him a questioning eyebrow raise, before you feel it.

His smooth shoe raised up between your legs, pressing over your clothed cunt. The toe of his shoe pressed up against you, teasing over your sensitive heat. You whine despite yourself, your thighs clamping down around his foot and looking at him with a wild, desperate expression.

“It's a treat for both of us. Don't look at me like that,” He teased, his hand finally moving to cup the side of your face.

His pinky finger hooked beneath your jaw, forcing your gaze up to his. You could feel him buck his hips up into your hand as you moved with the pace of his foot. Slowly dragging over you, teasing where you were most sensitive. Every time he brushed against it a rush of pleasure sent goosebumps up your spine.

Your face was burning up, panting in response to his teasing as it took everything you had not to fuck yourself against his foot. You could feel his cock begin to twitch, his hips lifting off the chair beneath him.

“Ahh-” Ji-yong panted, “Yeobo, keep going.”

It was the lightest he'd ever spoken to you, breathless and leaning into your hand out of pure desperation. Watching his mouth draw open and drool lazily drip down the side of his face, you decide to take revenge. You let go of him, instead letting your hand slide down to his inner thigh.

Panting for a few moments, Ji-yong shook his head in confusion before looking down to you, “Huh?”

“I don't want to be on all fours like a dog,” You point down to his shoe, still pressed up against your heat, “Sir, allow me to sit with you?”

Still caught in the heat of his cut-off orgasm, Ji-yong dumbly allows you to sit with him. It's an awkward fit in his rolling desk chair, sliding yourself into his lap. You spread your legs, hiding your face from him again as you go back to rubbing over him. Slowly, he trailed his hand up your thigh and hiked up your skirt, teasing over your wet panties.

Ji-yong’s grip tightened as you shifted in his lap, teasing him enough to make his breath hitch, “Careful, keep that up and I won’t be so patient with you.”

You smirked, hiding your need with a daring expression, “Who said I wanted you to be?”

“You really are confident, aren't you?” His hand hovered over the fabric, his touch leaving and merely teasing.

You could feel the heat radiating from him, enough to drive you further into a desperate madness. His gaze lowered, lingering on the way your chest rose and fell as he held you so close to what you wanted.

“Come on,” He coaxed, “You can do better than this.”

His words stuck you, sharp and quiet like a challenge. Suddenly a fighting spirit gave you every intention of standing your ground, but of course your body seemed to have a mind of its own. Every slight shift, of trying to hold your breath only furthered your own desperation.

His hands rested just on the insides of your thighs, his thumbs drawing little circles on the sensitive skin there. Just enough to feel the slight tremor in response to when he teased at the edges of the fabric, never quite touching. Amusement flickered in his eyes at your reaction.

“You try so hard to act unaffected,” His thumbs caught on the fabric again, then wandered away again, “But your body’s telling me everything.”

You grit your teeth in response, trying to keep your composure. The scent of cologne and smoke pulled you in. The warmth so close to your own made it impossible to think clearly, attempting to press forward and just force his touch where you needed it.

“You're not going anywhere,” Ji-yong’s voice was low but firm, “Not until you admit it.”

The teasing was unbearable. Every second stretched into eternity, stuck with the feeling of teetering on the edge of something so thrilling yet terrifying at the same time.

“Admit what?” You whispered, though the words barely escaped you.

“That you want this,” Ji-yong breathes a velvet rasp, “That you want me.”

You couldn't speak. You couldn't do anything but feel the heat, your body fighting for control. Every last inch of you screamed to face into him, but your own stubbornness stood in the way. It only worsened when his thumb flicked over you through the fabric, teasing you yet again before his touch wandered away.

“You want me too,” Ji-yong added, his voice darkening, “I can feel how wet you are. Don't lie to me.”

For a moment, your mouth felt forced shut. You were frozen in place, stuck between the push and pull. As his hand slid over you, the tiny undeniable shiver that ran through you couldn't be hidden any longer.

“Damn it, Ji- sir,” You breathed, your voice shaking with the weight of your admission, “I want this. I want you.”

Ji-yong’s lips curled into a victorious smile. The sparkle in his eyes said it all. He won this battle between the two of you. His grip tightened on you ever so slightly, a silent promise he would make you pay for making him wait.

“I knew it,” He whispered, his voice soft and pleased, “I knew you couldn't resist me.”

Your boss rubbed over your soaked underwear, a low snicker you nearly didn't catch with the shock of the direct pressure to your folds, gently rubbing over you. You whined as the fabric caught against you, shifting your legs and attempting to close them around him.

“I didn't know you had this in you,” He murmured, his finger curling beneath your panties and tugging them to the side.

A single finger pressed between your folds, rubbing up over your twitching clit then teasing your waiting hole. With a dexterity you didn't expect, he shifted his thumb over your clit and pressed his pointer inside you. You gasp as it pressed inside you, you could feel yourself dripping over him.

Your hand stopped moving, completely forgetting to help him as he curled his finger up right against the spot that made your knees buckle.

“Sir,” You whine, letting your head fall forward against his shoulder, “S good, feels good…”

“If you want something, you should ask for it properly,” He murmurs against your skin, his breath warm.

Dumbed down by the pleasure you dumbly moved with his fingers, trying to get what you needed, “Please sir. Please fuck me.”

He answered your pleads by closing the distance between you, his lips connecting with yours. His lips were soft and so warm, kissing you with a sense of urgency you hadn't felt before. It made your head spin, every brush of his fingertips inside you sent heat crashing through you. Your breath hitched, your heart racing with the chaotic rhythm of your chest rising and falling.

More fingers join inside you, opening you up further. Ji-yong’s warm breath ghosted your cheek as he leaned in close, pulling you forward into his lap. He bucked his hips in response to your pretty moans, his fingers filling you. He panted from in front of you, giving his own groans in response to your noises.

“I knew you wanted this,” His voice dropped down low, his touch almost revenant, “I knew you couldn't keep pretending you didn't want me.”

His words made you dizzy, his fingers hitting that sweet spot and driving you wild.

“You’re making it so hard to be gentle,” Ji-yong huffed through his nose, squeezing where he held onto you.

Just your performance was enough to keep him going, curling his fingers up into you until all his fingers fit inside you, rubbing over your clit again. The pleasure building up inside you finally all came to a rushing haunt, bucking yourself forward against his thumb and muffling your moans as you came around his fingers, clawing at his shoulders.

“You look good like this- completely at my mercy,” He teased, even if you were still too far gone to hear him.

You lean back, your face fuzzy from the rush of it all. His finger still hasn't stopped rubbing over your clit, forcing more jolts of pleasure through you as you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm. He was still half-hard, forgotten as he focused on taking care of yourself. You could feel his heartbeat rushing through his fingers.

You nod dumbly and press yourself down against his fingers, restless after everything, “Thank you, sir.”

Ji-yong noticed your desperation and smiled, “You still want more, right?”

“Wha?” You pant, rubbing your eyes to meet his gaze, your gaze still unfocused.

“You haven't earned it all yet,” He purred, grabbing your hips and pulling you up, hovering you over the flushed tip of his cock, “That's what you're thinking, isn't it?”

His voice has dropped lower, something more dangerous. You glance down at him, then grab the side of his face for purchase. Getting his fingers was one thing, but this…? You only find yourself wanting more, your cunt dripping over him with need.

Without speaking, you nod slowly and lower your hips. Grinning, Ji-yong reaches brown and guides himself into you. He pressed until his cock pressed into your hole, holding you down until his cock slowly slid into you. The fit was tight, but dizzyingly hot.

“Wow. You take it so well,” Ji-yong praises, slowly thrusting up into you, “There you go. Earn it.”

“Ji-yong, I can't…” You whine.

His words drew you in despite it, each slow thrust filling you to the damn hilt. Leaning back to watch you, sweat slid down the side of his face as he thrust into you. Even if as he instructed you he happily took control over you, guiding your hips as he pressed up inside you. Each thrust hit that spot that made you melt.

You quickly felt yourself melting under the treatment, attempting and failing to move with him. He moaned in approval, letting his hand wander up to your chest and squeezing at you, freeing you from the top of your shirt. He purred at the mess he made of you, undone and messy from his touch.

“Sir,” You moan, “Ji- Ji-yong, please-”

Obliging you, Ji-yong cooes at your pleading, his pace getting more brutal. He forced himself in as deep as he could get inside you, burying himself with each rough thrust. The feeling of the rough fabric against your thighs drove you mad, rustling as he started to get closer. His hips bucked off his chair beneath him, the plastic squeaking beneath you.

“Is this what you wanted?” He murmured, his voice husky with pleasure.

His dark eyes snap something inside you, a silent order making you nod along with him. Heat pooled in your stomach as his cock hit deep inside you, grabbing your leg and pulling it over his waist.

“Tell me to stop,” He pants, a warning as a bruising grip squeezed your hips.

Despite yourself, you find yourself nodding along, “Don't stop, please-”

“Let go,” Ji-yong whispered, his words strung out yet commanding, I want all of you, now.”

With all the permission he needed, he finally let go of what little bit of control he still held onto. His hands lose their purchase on you, for only a moment as he gets closer. Forcing the contact of your bodies just that much closer, he moaned as he came inside you. You squirmed as he filled you, wiggling as he filled you, his cock throbbing as he rocked his hips slowly through the waves of his orgasm.

“You're shaking,” He chuckled through harsh pants, struggling to catch his breath as much as you were, “I can feel your heartbeat. It's so fast.”

Letting yourself slump against him, you gently hit your fist against his chest, “You bastard- was too good. Too much.”

Humming, Ji-yong grabbed the bottom of your chin and guided your gaze to his again. He tilted his head, teasing at a kiss. He leaned in close, admiring how much he’d made you flush and drool with his rough treatment. He closes the distance with yet another sloppy kiss, his own drool mixing in with your own.

You kiss him as best as you can, his tongue pressing into your mouth and claiming every last part of you. He finally pulled away with a short breath, leaning back to gaze over you yet again.

“Mmmh?” You demand, trying your best to make sense of yourself.

Ji-tong grins at you, “You have no idea how long I've wanted this. So much better than a paycheck, isn't it?”

Oh, this asshole.

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#bigbang x reader #gdragon x reader #big bang x reader #kwon jiyong x reader #g-dragon x reader #kpop x reader #18+ mdni

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moussedoodles · 1 year ago

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🐙‼️OCTO ALERT‼️🐙

After a long bit, I finally finished the rest of the Octonauts! Enjoy more of my interpretations of them, and if you haven't seen my previous post about them, click here for Peso, Kwazii and Captain Barnacles!

In a world where most of the population consists of animal shifters, the Octonauts are a group marine biologists and activists who help bring attention to both the curious beauty of the Earth's waters and the harms that threaten its incredible ecosystems.

Tweak is the Octonaut's engineer, and she was the only member apart from the Captain himself who had been a part of the Octopod's original, hired crew. She's seen members come and go and had gone through the worst alongside her captain, yet her loyalty hasn't wavered even in the years she had served by his side. In fact, her love for adventure and marine life only seemed to grow as time passes. Apart from Kwazii- who she didn't fully trust at first, and rightfully so at the time- Barnacles considers her as someone he can put 100% of his faith in, and even the rest of their crew knows that she's someone they can truly rely on with anything.

Shellington is the Octonaut's scientist and was hired as their marine specialist. His colleagues would consider him a considerate man who's knowledge is only second to their founder, which sometimes scares the crew with just how much information he knows of any given animal. As for the Vegimals... Well, Let's just say that Shellington wanted to produce some food for the crew to keep them from surfacing every few months, and so, decided to start a greenhouse within the Octopod. Disappointed at the rate of which their goods are growing, he decided to "lend them a little help", though he instead finds himself becoming a father of 5 the following morning. He is now a full carnivore. He can't look at certain vegetables the same way again.

Dashi is the Octonaut's IT specialist and photographer, and so, often works alongside Tweak and Shellington (who she had been hired alongside) both on-field and within the Octopod. Though her knowledge on marine life can't compare to some of the other members, as a photographer she documents their missions, the creatures they had helped and occasionally files or publishes any new findings or updates regarding certain species. Prior to her work as an Octonaut, she was actually a well-renowned journalist who had earned several awards.

And, of course, how could I forget

Professor Inkling is the Octonaut's renowned founder, and is one of the oldest shifters to date. He's a knowledeable octopus, and though most founders and CEOs would rather lounge comfortably for the remainder of their lives, Inkling enthusiastically works alongside his employees and even assists and advises them if ever needed.

Why is he the only member of the Octonauts who isn't part human? the artist thinks it was funny Well, some believe that he's from an older generation of shifters, raised in his animal form. It certainly has some merit to it, especially considering no one- not even the octonauts themselves- had even recognised his species.

Barnacles believes that Kwazii should show more respect towards Inkling and should stop muttering assumptions and theories with Dashi and Shellington.

#octonauts #the octonauts #shellington #tweak #dashi #professor inkling #nostalgia #art #digital art #redraw #redesign #mousse.png

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docukng1 · 10 months ago

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Employee Forms Documents: Key to Effective Performance Management

Effective performance management is critical to the success of any organization. Employee forms documents are a key part of this process, providing the structure and clarity needed to manage performance effectively. They provide the structure and accountability needed to ensure that employees are performing at their best and that managers have the information they need to make informed decisions.

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mistywaves98 · 1 year ago

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okay imagine we're like the really rich owner of a big company and scara is underneath our desk giving us head while he forces us to continue working on documents, when all of sudden, not one but three of your employees have come to make a report about the data for this month and he just starts going faster, trying to make you falter in front of those people

(apologies for this long ask i am currently craving for this man, love your writinggg :D)

I'm so glad you love my writing and don't worry, this ask isn't long at all 💕

✧･ﾟ:* ->Assistant! Scara x Boss! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Fem! Reader, Oral (f. receiving), sort of public sex(?)!

You're not exactly sure why you let Scaramouche do this. It's inappropriate and indecent. And it was sure to wreck your reputation if anyone found out. "That's the thing, if anyone found out, boss. So just keep quiet and everything will work out," the words rolled off his tongue like droplets of honey laced with persuasion that you just couldn't say no to. And you couldn't deny that the sight of him between your legs, under your desk, was rather arousing, especially when he looked up at you with those eyes full of mischief.

With your denim skirt hiked up to your waist and panties pulled to your ankles, you found your cunt getting absolutely ravaged by your assistant's tongue. The words on the papers splayed across your desk seemed to blur as Scaramouche lapped at your juices like a starved man. You were holding your pen so tightly it might snap at any moment, the other hand lost in his hair as you practically buried his face between your legs which trembled and shuddered with pleasure.

"Mmn... Ahh...! S-scara, are you really sure..—ngh!—if this is- mmph!" A particularly harsh suck to your clit cuts you off, making you drop your pen with a soft clatter as a hand smacks over your mouth. Scaramouche lifts his head ever so slightly, momentarily pausing his feasting to give you a cocky grin as he drums his fingers against your thighs,"Boss, you really need to learn how to live a little, to take risks. Stop worrying so much and just let me make you see stars.."

Without another word, his head dives back between your legs, continuing to eat you out like a man starved. All you could do was try to conceal your noises as you felt your climax approach. However, just as you were about to open your mouth, there's a knock at the door. The sound makes both of you freeze, your eyes going wide in horror as a soft groan of frustration slips past your lips. Just your luck! The knocking persists and you're worried it might be urgent so you quickly scramble to try and make yourself look presentable.

After managing to appear somewhat decent, you called out in a shaky tone,"Come in..!". Your body stiffened as not one, but three of your employees filled the room, standing a small distance away from your desk. You prayed that they didn't notice Scaramouche beneath the furniture but they seemed too focused on you. The first one begins to speak, but their words go in one ear and out the other the moment you feel the familiar sensation of your clit being kitten licked.

Your hand itched to go under the desk to pull his face away from your dripping pussy, but you daren't even look down. But if you did, you'd be met with Scaramouche's sly smile as he goes back to lapping at your cunt, collecting your juices on his tongue as he licked long stripes up your drooling slit. It was nothing less than entertaining to watch you try to keep your composure in front of others, your fists clenched so hard your knuckles were white and beads of sweat beginning to form on your forehead.

"Um, boss? Are you alright? You're looking a bit...tense." One of the employees asked out of innocent concern, none the wiser to your predicament. Your face flushed more and your posture stiffened as you forced yourself to play it off, biting back moans as you spoke,"What...? No, of course n-not! It's just...hot today..." It was a poor excuse and you wanted to slap yourself for stuttering but your workers seemed to buy it, resuming with the original topic.

You practically slumped back in your chair with relief as soon as the door was closed, throwing your head back as you moaned from the way Scaramouche's tongue felt inside of you. Your body was so sensitive from being kept on edge after all this time, it only took a couple of figure eights around your clit to make you cum. He made sure to catch every drop of your release, drinking it up as if it were the finest wine of the century before pulling his head out from your pussy,"hah, did you even hear a word those employees were saying? Or were you too focused on when you were going to get to cum?"

You bit your lip in embarrassment, tilting your head down to meet his eyes full of triumph,"I'll... I'll have to ask them to reiterate later..."

#genshin smut #smut #x reader smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin impact #scara x reader smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader smut #scara smut #✧･ﾟ:* meena's memos! ✧･ﾟ:*

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noorpersona · 4 months ago

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Rivals: Kuroo Pt. 2

The office buzzed with the sounds of people wrapping up their day—chairs rolling back, papers shuffling, conversations turning light and easy as employees grabbed their things and made for the exit. The hum of voices filled the space as groups gathered near the doors, excitedly chatting about after-work drinks, dinner plans, or simply the bliss of heading home.

You forced a tight smile as you exchanged goodbyes, nodding along as a coworker clapped you on the shoulder, laughing about how you were always working too hard. If only they knew. If only they realized that, while they were off unwinding at some izakaya, you were about to be trapped in a nightmare.

The moment the last of them walked out, the heavy glass doors swinging shut behind them, your smile dropped. You exhaled sharply, shutting your office door with more force than necessary before leaning against it, letting your frustration take full hold. The walls muffled the distant chatter of people heading to the elevators, but all you could hear was the pounding of your own irritation.

This is ridiculous.

This is so, so ridiculous.

You should have been out there with them. Should have been free from all this nonsense. But no—because of him, you were stuck here, hunched over a campaign that never should have made it past a brainstorming session.

There was no way in hell you were about to march down to Kuroo’s office and work beside him like some cooperative pair. If you had to see his face right now, you might actually punch him, and that would be hard to explain to HR.

So, you settled for the only tolerable option: virtual communication.

You pulled up the campaign document and began typing out edits, slashing through the legal landmines Kuroo had casually placed like a menace. Your comments were pointed, efficient, and—fine—maybe a little passive-aggressive.

“You can’t claim this product ‘enhances’ anything without direct, proven research. I assume you don’t have a scientific study hidden somewhere? No? Then take it out.”

“This violates four separate consumer protection laws. FOUR, Kuroo. Are you collecting them like trophies?”

“You know full well we can’t guarantee these results. Unless you have psychic abilities, this has to go.”

It didn’t take long before Kuroo’s own comments started popping up.

“Trophies? I was thinking of making a bingo card.”

“No psychic abilities, but I do predict you’re going to keep glaring at your screen like that for another ten minutes before you take a break.”

You clenched your jaw, fingers hovering over the keyboard as his infuriatingly smug tone bled through even in text form.

But at least this way, you didn’t have to hear his voice. Didn’t have to see that lazy grin or the way he leaned against desks like he was permanently comfortable in any given space.

The two of you went back and forth like that for a while—your frustrations fueling your edits, his infuriating commentary punctuating them like some editorial nightmare.

Then, suddenly—

He stopped responding.

You frowned, staring at the document, watching the cursor blink mockingly. Five minutes passed. Then ten.

Was he ignoring you? Giving up?

You tapped your pen against your desk, debating whether you cared enough to message him first, when—

A knock sounded at your door.

Before you could even react, it swung open, and there he was—Kuroo Tetsurou, in the flesh.

His lean frame filled the doorway, one hand resting against the frame like he owned the place. He had his signature smirk in place, but there was something else in his expression too—something entertained, something knowing.

"Miss me?" he drawled, eyes flickering over your stiff posture, your clenched jaw. "You looked like you were having so much fun talking to me virtually, I figured you’d want the full experience."

You inhaled through your nose, already feeling the blood pressure spike.

You exhaled sharply, leveling him with a flat stare. "I figured there’d be less opportunity for violence."

And honestly, that wasn’t even a joke. The amount of restraint it had taken not to march down to his office and rip that smirk off his face with sheer force was immeasurable. You had chosen the safer option—the one where you didn’t have to look at him, hear him, or risk throwing a stapler at his head. And yet, here he was, standing in your doorway like he had been summoned from hell itself to personally test your patience.

He was insufferable. Smug, self-assured, a walking headache in human form. And if there was one thing you knew about Kuroo Tetsurou, it was that he never did anything without a reason. If he was here, standing in your office when you had both agreed to keep this virtual, then that meant—

Oh god. He had something planned.

Your fingers twitched, already anticipating whatever bullshit he was about to pull.

Kuroo chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. "I come in peace. And—" he paused, reaching into his bag, and before you could stop yourself, your eyes followed the movement.

Your breath caught when he pulled out an expensive-looking bottle of liquor. Not the cheap stuff you’d grab from a convenience store, but something premium, something that had been picked out with actual effort.

"—with a peace offering," he finished, his smirk tilting just enough to make your stomach twist.

You narrowed your eyes, suspicion lacing your thoughts as you stared at the bottle.

Was this a trick? Some underhanded play? He was good, you had to admit that—good at worming his way under your skin, good at making you react, good at playing you like a game he had already won.

Your pride warred with your exhaustion. The righteous fury you had been carrying all day was begging you to tell him to take his bottle and shove it where the sun didn’t shine. But then reality settled in.

You were going to be here for hours.

With him.

Your head throbbed at the thought, and suddenly, the idea of a drink didn’t seem so bad.

You sighed, rubbing your temple before muttering, "Let me get glasses."

As you turned toward the office cabinet where you kept miscellaneous supplies, including the occasional emergency stash of glassware, you heard the unmistakable sound of Kuroo grinning. Smug. Bastard.

"Well, that was easy," he mused, leaning lazily against the doorframe. "Didn’t think you indulged while working."

You shot him a sharp glare as you pulled out two glasses. "Well, I would've been at the bar by now, so consider yourself lucky."

Kuroo snorted, shaking his head. "Hey, blame the boss, not me."

You narrowed your eyes. "If you hadn’t pissed him off with that ridiculous campaign, he wouldn’t have cracked down on us."

Kuroo just grinned, pouring the drinks. "Technicalities, technicalities."

You huffed, shaking your head as you took a sip, feeling the warmth of the alcohol seep into your system. "Focus, Kuroo. We actually need to get this done."

"I am focused," he said, swirling his glass with lazy amusement. "Multitasking. Drinking and working—very efficient."

Rolling your eyes, you dragged your laptop closer, forcing the conversation back on track. Despite his insufferable presence, the two of you made progress, fine-tuning the proposal, fixing the compliance issues, and actually making something presentable.

And, unfortunately, the drinks didn’t stop at just one.

At first, it was just a sip to take the edge off. Then another when Kuroo cracked a joke so unexpectedly funny that even you couldn't suppress a snort. Then another after you argued over phrasing in a particularly stubborn section of the document, only to realize you were both right in different ways. Somewhere along the way, the line between tolerating Kuroo and actually enjoying the banter blurred.

Your body felt warm, pleasantly buzzed as the stress of the day melted away. You stopped feeling the sharp edge of frustration every time he spoke, and—maybe it was the alcohol—but the way he leaned back in his chair, shirt sleeves rolled up, smirk easy and lazy, didn’t seem quite as aggravating as before.

Another drink. Another laugh. Another sidetracked conversation.

Until—

Darkness.

When you blinked your eyes open, you weren’t in your office.

You weren’t even in your apartment.

A sharp, groggy awareness hit you all at once as you registered the unfamiliar ceiling above you, the soft sheets against your skin, the distinct lack of a work desk or legal documents anywhere in sight. And then—

The realization slammed into you like a freight train.

You were naked.

Your body stiffened, the cool air against your bare skin making it impossible to ignore the fact that you had absolutely nothing on beneath the sheets. Panic surged through you in waves, your mind scrambling to piece together what the hell had happened last night.

Then came the real kicker—the slow, steady sound of breathing beside you.

Heart hammering, you turned your head—and there, lying next to you, Kuroo Tetsurou.

Still asleep. Still shirtless. Still in his bed.

Oh, hell no.

Your breath caught in your throat as fragmented flashes of the night before flickered through your mind—hazy, disjointed, but unmistakable.

Your hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer as your lips crashed against his. The low groan in his throat as he deepened the kiss, his hands gripping your waist, his touch feverish, desperate. The feeling of his fingers dragging down your spine, his mouth trailing along your neck, leaving marks you probably still had.

Your voice—breathless, needy—whispering his first name like a secret. "Tetsurou..."

The way he murmured your name against your skin, his breath hot and ragged. His body pressing against yours, strong, unrelenting, claiming every inch of you. The undeniable fire between you, building, burning, until there was nothing left but the desperate need to consume each other.

Another flash—

Your head tilting back, a gasp leaving your lips as his mouth devoured the sensitive skin of your throat. The way his voice turned hoarse, possessive, when he whispered in your ear, "You drive me insane."

Your body arching into him, nails raking down his back, every touch sending electric heat through your veins. The sound of the sheets rustling, the deep gravel of his moan, the feeling of being completely, utterly unraveled beneath him.

And then—

Your legs wrapped around his waist, his gritted teeth against your shoulder, his grip bruising as he held you still, his body pressing into yours with a hunger that felt like it would break you apart. The way he cursed under his breath, muttering something too low to fully remember, but you knew it was about you—about how good you felt, how much he wanted you.

Your own voice, breaking on a whimper, a moan, pleading—

"Tetsurou—"

You sucked in a sharp breath, your eyes wide as your pulse pounded violently in your ears. No. No, no, no.

Your entire body tensed, your fingers gripping the sheets as if that alone could ground you. You felt too warm, too aware, heat crawling up your spine as your skin tingled with the ghosts of his touch.

What the hell had you done?

A fresh wave of panic surged through you as you peeked beneath the sheets, confirming what you already knew. Your clothes were nowhere in sight.

You squeezed your eyes shut for half a second, willing yourself to wake up from whatever twisted fever dream this was—but when you reopened them, Kuroo was still there, breathing evenly, looking far too comfortable in his sleep.

Your stomach twisted as your brain scrambled for something—anything—that could explain how this had happened. You had been working. You had been arguing. And then there had been drinks, and—

Your fingers pressed against your temples.

You weren’t an idiot. You knew exactly how this had happened.

You had slept with Kuroo Tetsurou.

And the worst part? The way your body still thrummed with the memory of it.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

This wasn’t just some nightmare. This was real.

And you were absolutely screwed.

Heart pounding, you slowly—carefully—peeled the sheets away, trying to move as silently as possible. You needed to find your clothes. Now. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to get out before Kuroo woke up and made this entire situation even more unbearable.

Your eyes darted around the room, scanning for any sign of your belongings. You spotted your shirt draped over the back of a chair, your underwear crumpled on the floor near the bed. No sign of your pants.

Biting your lip, you held your breath and gingerly slid out of the bed, wincing as the mattress shifted beneath you. You crept forward, grabbing your shirt first, hurriedly clutching it to your chest as you crouched down to retrieve your underwear.

Just as you were about to reach for them—

"Mornin', sunshine."

You yelped, stumbling back against the nightstand, your grip tightening around your shirt as you clutched it against your bare chest. Your wide, panicked eyes shot toward the bed where Kuroo was now very much awake, watching you with groggy amusement. His voice was still thick with sleep, deep and gravelly in a way that sent an unwanted shiver down your spine.

"God, you scared the shit out of me!" you snapped, still holding your shirt up like a makeshift shield.

Kuroo’s lips twitched, clearly enjoying this far too much. He stretched, arms reaching over his head, the sheets slipping just enough to reveal more bare skin than you needed to see this early in the morning. His messy hair somehow looked even worse than usual, and yet—

You shook your head violently, banishing whatever treacherous thought had just formed.

"Trying to sneak out?" he mused, his golden eyes glinting with amusement as he propped himself up on one elbow. "Rude."

You opened your mouth, then shut it, feeling heat creep up your neck. "I don't—I mean—did we—?"

Kuroo chuckled, the sound deep and lazy, sending a fresh wave of mortification through you. "Oh yeah. Several times." He tilted his head slightly, watching as your grip on your shirt tightened. "You were quite eager."

Your face burned, the words hitting you like a wrecking ball to the soul. "Oh my god," you muttered, squeezing your eyes shut for a second, as if that would make the entire situation disappear.

Kuroo smirked wider, clearly relishing your reaction. "I gotta say, I didn’t know you had it in you."

You snapped your eyes open, glaring daggers at him, your heart still pounding a million miles an hour. "Shut up, Kuroo. Just—shut up."

"Oh, but you weren’t saying that last night," he teased, stretching lazily, the motion making his muscles flex in an unfairly distracting way. "In fact, if I recall correctly, you were saying—"

"Don’t. You. Dare."

His grin widened. "Tetsurou—please—" he mimicked in a high-pitched voice, clearly enjoying this too much.

You grabbed the nearest pillow and launched it at his face. "I hate you."

He caught it with ease, laughing. "Hate me? That's funny, 'cause last night, you were—"

You groaned, pressing your palm against your face, praying for the ground to swallow you whole.

"I'm leaving." You turned sharply, spotting your pants halfway across the damn room, and cursed under your breath.

Kuroo only hummed, watching you scramble with amusement. "Sure you don’t wanna stay for round…what was it? Five?"

You threw another pillow at him. "I swear to god, Kuroo—"

His laughter followed you as you yanked your pants on, still red-faced, still mortified beyond belief.

You snatched up the rest of your belongings—your shoes, your bag, even the stray hair tie that had somehow ended up on his nightstand—moving so quickly you nearly tripped in your haste. Every second in this room was a second too long, every moment spent within Kuroo’s amused, knowing gaze only fueling the burning humiliation in your chest.

As you shoved your arms through your sleeves, pulling your shirt over your head, Kuroo propped himself up on one elbow, watching you with the kind of infuriating satisfaction that made you want to launch something heavier than a pillow at him.

"See you Monday," he drawled, voice thick with teasing amusement.

You shot him a withering glare, but it only made his smirk widen. Without another word, you turned on your heel and stormed out, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

You could still hear his low chuckle as you slammed the door behind you.

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vanteguccir · 1 year ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA DAY TO FORGET * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where, in a day full of downs, Y/N faces a series of challenges at work that culminate in an anxiety attack in the car on the way home, but Matt is by her side to bring her back.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　anxiety attack, crying, bad thoughts, bad day.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Y/N sighed as she sat at her office desk, preparing herself for another day of work. The comforting smell of the freshly brewed coffee Matt bought at the Starbucks drive thru on the way to her company surrounded her as she adjusted her chair and turned on her computer.

But what seemed like a smooth start quickly turned into a disaster.

As the girl reached for her mouse, her elbow hit the cup, which surprisingly wasn't closed properly, spilling the scalding liquid onto her keyboard and legs. An involuntary scream escaped her lips as she jumped up from her chair, trying to clean up the mess with her hands, hurting them in the process. Her eyes traveled across her desk, picking up the nearest blank papers - since she didn't have any napking - draping them over her thighs.

"Great, just great." She muttered to herself, feeling the penetrating heat of the drink on her skin and the bitter aroma mixing with the smell of the office.

Embarrassed, she crumpled up the paper, throwing them in the trash beneath her desk before heading over to the tea table, picking up a handful of napkins, her eyes darting around her, feeling gazes burning into her back.

The girl took a deep breath, turning around and returning to her seat. Surreptitiously, she cleaned the keyboard as best she could and tried to dry her legs with what was left of the napkins, but the damage was done.

Feeling discouraged, she tried to focus on her work, but her mind was troubled by the incident.

Hours passed, and Y/N was immersed in an important project when her boss, Mr. Johnson appeared next to her desk.

“Y/N, can you give me the reports from the finance department?” He asked in a serious voice, his eyes running over the small drips of coffee dry on the wooden surface as his nose wrinkled at the strong smell.

Without thinking, Y/N picked up the documents that were in the pile of papers on the right side of her desk and handed them to him with a confident smile. However, her confidence quickly disappeared when she read a small excerpt from the back of the last page, then realizing that she had given him the wrong papers.

A feeling of horror overcame her when she saw the shocked expression on her boss's face as he looked at the contents.

"What is this, Y/N?" His voice was thick with anger as he looked at her disapprovingly. "Those aren't the reports I asked for!"

Y/N felt her face burn with embarrassment as she tried to articulate an apology, but the words seemed to stick in her throat. She helplessly watched her boss throw the papers haphazardly beside her right arm, turning and walking away, muttering irritably about the incompetence of some employees.

Shoulders slumped, Y/N turned forward, fighting back tears of frustration, her blurry vision distorting the entire contents of her computer. She wondered how she could have made such a silly mistake and felt discouraged by her own incompetence.

As she tried to refocus on her work with the onset of a headache and her chest burning in agony, the office light flickered and then went out completely. A collective sigh of frustration echoed through the office as all the employees were plunged into darkness.

Y/N clenched her fists in frustration as she realized she hadn't saved her recent work, the black screen staring back at her. She knew she would have to start from scratch, probably take work home so she could finish the task on time, having already irritated her boss beyond belief, a disheartening thought after such a disastrous day.

In the dark silence of the office, Y/N fought the feeling of defeat that threatened to consume her. She knew she would have to overcome the day's challenges and continue, after all, she was just another employee and couldn't afford to rest her mind before keep going, and at the moment, all she wanted was to escape the turmoil and forget the terrible day she had.

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The clock marked the end of the day, and the office was empty. Y/N collected her belongings and headed to the company entrance, ready to meet her boyfriend Matt, along with Nick and Chris, who would pick her up after they finished recording the car video that would be posted the next day.

She waited patiently in front of the front doors, watching the strong wind sway the palm trees around the luxurious entrance. Her thoughts wandered to the disastrous day she had at work, reliving each moment in her mind, wearing herself down with the thoughts of what she could have done better for everything that happened, not happening. The feeling of failure weighed heavily on her shoulders, but she forced herself to maintain a neutral expression, hiding her emotions from the few passersby who passed by.

Time passed, and Matt still hadn't arrived. Y/N checked the time on her phone several times, feeling impatience growing inside her. She knew she should give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, unforeseen events happened, but her anxious mind couldn't help but think about all the things that could have happened.

Then, as if the universe were conspiring against her, the gray clouds above her head broke, and torrential rain began to fall. Y/N looked up, feeling the cold drops wet her face and penetrate her clothes, soiling her pants even more. She wished she had brought an umbrella, but it was too late to regret it now.

As she waited in the rain, Y/N felt flooded with a mix of emotions. The frustration of the day was mixed with concern about Matt being late and the feeling of helplessness in the face of adverse weather. She wanted to burst into tears, to let out all the tension and anguish she had been carrying, but a part of her refused to give in.

Instead, Y/N maintained a mask of calm, keeping her emotions locked inside herself as her mind screamed silently, her arms crossed tightly beneath her breasts, trying to trap as much heat as possible.

Finally, after an endless wait, Y/N saw Matt's car approaching. Her heart leaped in relief as he stopped in front of her, watching Chris rush out the passenger door, leaving it open for her and getting into the backseat next to Nick.

"Sorry I'm late, babe." Matt asked after making sure she was seated and comfortable, a guilty smile decorating his face. "We had some problems with the topics and barely noticed the time passing."

Y/N just nodded, forcing a smile in response. She knew there was no point in complaining or breaking down now.

As the car drove away from the company, leaving chaos and rain behind, Y/N took a deep breath as she leaned her head against the glass, ignoring the discomfort of her clothes sticking against her skin.

In the back seat, Chris and Nick were immersed in a lively conversation about one of the topics discussed in the video as the car moved along the wet road, a topic that Y/N was sure she would've joined on the discussion if she wasn't feeling so bad.

The steady rhythm of the rain beating against the glass provided a relaxing background, but this calm was soon interrupted when Chris decided, out of the blue, that he wanted to connect his phone to the car speaker to put some music.

"Wait, I found a song earlier today that's a very Lil Skies vibe." Chris said with an excited smile, fishing his cell out of the front pocket of his sweatpants.

Before he could select the song, Nick acted quickly, taking the device out of Chris's hand.

"No, wait! Billie released a new song recently." Nick recalled, with a challenging tone of voice. "You always pick the same songs."

Chris frowned, retrieving his phone again, as if it were a tug of war.

"No, today I want to listen to my songs!"

The exchange quickly turned into an argument, with Chris and Nick gradually raising their voices as they argued over who should control the car stereo like two kids, while Matt watched them in the rearview mirror, telling them to shut up from time to time. The friendly atmosphere of the previous moment quickly disappeared, replaced by a palpable tension that filled the interior of the vehicle.

Meanwhile, Y/N huddled tighter on her seat, feeling more and more overwhelmed by the tense atmosphere. She tried to focus on the scenery passing by the window, but the sound of Chris and Nick's loud, gruff voices hit her like an avalanche.

She closed her eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm her nerves. She knew she shouldn't get involved in the brothers' fight, that she had nothing to do with it, and that, unsurprisingly, discussions like that were routine in her life. But despite her efforts to control herself, the pressure of the horrible day she had had weighed on her shoulders like an unbearable burden.

As the argument continued to intensify, Y/N felt a wave of anxiety wash over her, the desperation to scream at them to shut up getting bigger. Her heartbeat accelerated, her breathing became shallow, and her hands began to shake involuntarily.

She knew an anxiety attack was coming, but she fought to contain it, fearing what would happen if she lost control, not wanting to worry the boys, or worse, upset them even more.

However, even with all her determination, Y/N was unable to prevent the inevitable. Chris and Nick's rising voices, mixed with the crushing weight of her own worries, were too much to bear. A sudden sob escaped her throat, tearing the air inside the car, which was soon followed by more sobs, each one more anguished than the last.

Her shoulders began to shake violently, her body contorting under the overwhelming weight of her emotions. She tried to hold back, but the tears came in torrents, blurring her vision and obscuring her world.

Matt looked away from the road to look at her, his expression turning to immediate concern when he saw her condition.

"Y/N, babe, what's going on?" He asked, his voice full of alarm.

Chris and Nick abruptly fell silent, their argument forgotten as they looked at Y/N with expressions of shock and concern.

But Y/N couldn't respond. She was deep in her own mind, fighting the waves of anxiety that consumed her. Her world had narrowed to nothing but pain and despair, her body shaking uncontrollably under the weight of her thoughts.

The interior of the car was immersed in a tense silence. Matt kept a steady hand on the steering wheel, but his attention was entirely focused on Y/N, whose sobs filled the space between them.

"Baby? Hey, petal, look at me." Matt asked softly, his voice flooding with concern as he tried to reach her through the abyss of her anguish.

Y/N reluctantly raised her eyes to meet Matt's, but her vision was blurred by the tears still streaming down her face. She felt a wave of despair as she realized that she couldn't calm down no matter how hard she tried.

Matt took his right hand off the steering wheel, keeping control of the car with his left one, bringing it to Y/N's leg, stroking the wet covered skin with a firm touch, trying to bring her back.

"Breathe with me, baby. C'mon, take a deep breath. That's it, in... then out."

He began counting in a low voice, guiding her through deep, slow breaths. Y/N tried to follow his instructions, focusing on the rhythm of her breathing and the comforting feeling of Matt's touch.

Meanwhile, Chris remained silent in the backseat, his expression a mixture of guilt and concern. He knew that his actions had contributed to Y/N's current state, and that weighed heavily on his conscience.

Beside him, Nick placed a light hand on her shoulder, silently conveying support. He wanted to find the right words to comfort Y/N, but he felt helpless in the face of the situation.

Then, suddenly, Matt turned the steering wheel abruptly, turning the car towards the side of the road, parking it there quickly, knowing that he would get nowhere if he kept trying to help her in a moving vehicle. He unbuckled his own belt, followed by hers before turning fully to his girl, his eyes fixed on hers with gentle determination.

"Sweetheart, listen to me." The brunette ordered, his voice firm, but full of love. "You're safe. I'm here with you, and I'm not going anywhere."

He gently took her face in his hands, caressing the icy skin of her cheeks and leaning over the console to kiss her forehead tenderly. Each gesture was full of care and affection, an attempt to dispel the fog of anxiety that enveloped Y/N.

"You are strong, my beautiful, beautiful girl." Matt continued, his voice soft and comforting. "You'll get through this. I'm here for you no matter what."

With his loving words and gentle touches, Matt began to guide Y/N out of the abyss of her anxiety attack. He wrapped her in his protective arms, almost laying his torso on the console - ignoring the pain the hard surface provided to his skin, holding her tightly as she sobbed into his chest.

Minute by minute, Y/N's shaking lessened, her breathing becoming more regular. Finally, after what looked like an eternity, she pulled away slightly from Matt's arms, looking up at him with gratitude in her moist eyes.

"Thank you." She whispered, her voice breaking, her teeth catching her lower lip momentarily, feeling guilty for making them have to witness such a situation. "I... I'm fine now."

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. So, so proud." Matt smiled at her, his eyes brimming with relief as her voice emanated calm. "I love you."

"I love you more."

As the car returned to the road, the storm inside Y/N began to dissipate. Her arms remained crossed around her own torso, trying to convey some sort of comfort to her body as she didn't receive the touch from Matt that she so desperately craved.

"I'm sorry, boys." The girl whispered a few seconds later, turning slightly back, her eyes darting from Chris to Nick and back again.

"Never apologize for situations like this, Y/N. You can't control your body, much less your emotions." Nick quickly stopped her avalanche of negative thoughts, giving her a serious but loving look.

"It's us who should apologize. I imagine something must have happened before, but either way, we're the ones who caused this." Chris looked down at the top of the car's console, scratching the back of his head with his right hand in embarrassment.

"It's okay. It was just a bad day." The girl smiled slightly at the two, her eyes still burning from the intense crying and her body sore from the strong tremors, but her heart could now rest.

Matt looked at her momentarily, smiling big and proud, his blue eyes shining with pure love. His hand, which was still on her thigh, lightly pressed the covered skin, stroking it with his thumb, before turning his gaze forward again.

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