#I really don’t know what else to tag uhhh

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I did a digital art 👍. It was hard, it took a while. But yeah :3. This guy is a character of mine, his name is Devin. He’s from a story I tried to write in high school but never got anywhere in oof.

I have a lot of other old art of him I could share someday, but I’ll let this one have the spotlight rn.

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Adore, Amour, Inamorato

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!poet!reader

summary: charles’ new girlfriend receives a lot of hate for her seemingly joblessness

a/n: inamorato translates to “a man with whom you are in love or have an intimate relationship”

a/n 2: do you know how hard it is to try to be a poet when you don’t have a poetry bone in your body? Hard

a/n 3: I don’t like timelines so I don’t use them

a/n 4: if the name of the poem or author isn’t included in the photo, I have them listed out at the bottom of the post in order

myheartispoetry

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myheartispoetry: “my soul has traveled long and far to find yours” “and when you came into my life, the eternity of love begun.”

A new love has entered my life and like the rain falling from the clouds, I am washed anew. A new love, a new me, a new look for me and my page

Many thanks for all those that stuck around through the dark storms but the sun has broken through and shines again.

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user1: mother is mothering again!

user2: oh I can’t wait for more love poems again 💙💙💙

user1: i knnnnnoooooowwwww. It’s been too long since she’s been happy

user3: good riddance to that cheating bastard

user4: right! She deserves all the happiness ever

user3: definitely! How could someone hurt someone so nice and kind?

user4: brain deficiency?

user3: it could be

user5: Charles? What are you doing here?

user6: who?

user5: Charles Leclerc! He’s a race driver for Ferrari!

user6: what’s a vroom vroom guy doing in mother’s likes?

user7: that’s a very good question

twitter

user8: another one? so fast?

user9: that was my question too

user10: ok but my man is lookin’ goooodd 🥵

user11: 🥵🤤

user12: Charles it’s getting hard to defend you…

user13: he literally posted about his breakup just 2 weeks ago

user14: uhhh why are we blaming only Charles here? I mean we know he’s fast to move on but…

user12: so true girl - it definitely takes two to tango

user15: calling it now! Golddigger!!!

user16: right??? Like god…he’s been single less than a month and someone is already trying to take advantage of him

user17: we definitely need the Twitter detectives to find out who she is…

user18: working on it!

yourusername

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yourusername: “People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.”

Thank you darling for the trip ❤️ I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you

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yourbff: enjoy it dear, you’ve definitely earned it

user16: by being a whore??

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user17: as a gold digger?

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yourusername: I will sweetie!

yourfriend: have fun! and send lots of photos!

user16: or don’t! We don’t want to see your face!

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yourusername: I will! And coffee date when I get back?

yourfriend: absolutely!

user18: found her!

user19: you didn’t really have to try…she straight up tagged him…

user18: still found her!

charles_leclerc: oh ma chérie … je n'ai jamais été aussi heureux que quand tu es à mes côtés

user20: she’s a slut — run while you still can!!

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user21: she’s a gold digger

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user22: whore!

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user23: gold digger!!

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user24: what about his family??? You’re just taking him away from them during Christmas time!!!

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user25: what a bitch, taking him away from his family

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charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: having the absolute best time with you ma chérie — thank you for coming with me

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user26: charles charles charles…what are you doing with her…

user27: this!!! Like he ruins his entire aesthetic for…her 🤢

yourusername: oh my love there is nowhere else I’d rather be than with you, where ever that ends up being

user28: 🤢

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user29: whore!

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user30: go away! Leave him alone!

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yourbff: cheesy!

yourusername: oh you know it!

charles_leclerc: home is where you are ❤️

yourusername: oh Charlie…🥰

iamrebeccad: it was nice to see you yourusername again!

yourusername: oh absolutely! double date when we get back?

iamrebeccad: time and place babe!

user31: not you too Rebecca!

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maxverstappen1: so how many times did you face plant?

charles_leclerc: just the once!

maxverstappen1: really? 🤨

yourusername: like 10 times in an hour

maxverstappen1: that seems more like it

user32: what a bitch, making fun of charles like that

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charles_leclerc: ma chérie…

yourusername: sorry 🤷‍♀️

carlossainz55: that does seem like charles

charles_leclerc: Carlos…

myheartispoetry

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myheartispoetry:

“As the dusk takes leave of the weary day,

A new dawn of hope and dreams make its way.

Yesterday's a closed chapter of our life,

Do not rewind your thoughts, it will bring strife.”

A new dawn is rising for me and with it, a night is beginning to end. My heartbreak book Will You Stay? will only be available for the next 2 weeks before it’s pulled from production forevermore.

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user33: the way I ran to your website to order this…

user34: same! Like i know I’ve never been cheated on and lied to by a guy but you never know

user35: noooooooooo 😭😭😭

user36: what??

user35: I don’t get paid till after the book is gone…

user36: well…you get to experience heartbreak in real time

user35: 😡😡💔💔

myheartispoetry: dm me lovie

user35: omg!!

user36: shut up!!

charles_leclerc: ordered!

maxverstappen1: same

user37: Ariana what are you doing here??

user38: what in the heck? Why are the vroom vroom guys doing in mother’s comments?

user39: …apparently reading her book?

maxverstappen1: it’s gonna be our book clubs book of the month

user38: WHAT DO YOU MEAN???? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??

user39: YOU GUYS CAN READ??

user40: why you gotta do them dirty like that…

yourusername

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yourusername: Happy Christmas my love ❤️ thank you for including me in your family’s celebration

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yourbff: you look stunning girlie 😍

yourusername: thank yoooouuu

charles_leclerc: chérie it was a pleasure to spend the holidays with you

yourusername: ❤️🥰❤️

charles_leclerc: also maman wanted to remind you to meet her for lunch

yourusername: of course! She promised all the embarrassing stories about young charles!

charles_leclerc: chérie…

yourusername: 😘💋❤️

iamrebeccad: gorgeous girl!

yourusername: Let’s drop the men

iamrebeccad: of course! 🏃‍♀️💨

charles_leclerc: wait wait wait

carlossainz55: what?

myheartispoetry

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myheartispoetry: as winter settles around us, the days are short and grey and the nights are long and lonely…I could never find for myself the sun or the warmth to flourish during these dark months. However with you my love, I turn to the side to bask in the sun and seek your embrace to melt the frost on my soul

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user41: hey guys! I’m sleeping on the highway tonight

user42: sleepover!

user43: oh wow this post called me single and lonely in like a dozen different ways

user44: I know how you feel babe

user45: I can’t even get him to text me back and mother is writing literal poetry for the way he worships her…

user43: 😭😭

user44: I don’t know who I’m more jealous of…her or him

user45: both. Both is good

user46: oh my god yes

user47: I’m most jealous of him…to be loved by a poet

charles_leclerc: such gorgeous words

maxverstappen1: you could never

charles_leclerc: 👎🏻

user48: I’m having a thought.

user49:…are you gonna share?

user50: was it hard for you? Having one for the first time

user48: well I had a thought out paragraph with proof and time stamps but I’m not gonna share anymore thanks to user50

user51: she’s collecting f1 drivers like they’re pokemon

user52: no but you’re right. There’s been a new one in each of her newest posts

user51: dots are being drawn and connected

user48: I’m gonna dm you cause I think I know where you’re going

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: new music out now! 👍🏻

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user53: oh…

user54: he’s is LOVE love

user55: to a whore

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oscarpiastri: good stuff dad 👍🏻

charles_leclerc: thanks son 😊

user56: why are they so bland…

user57: that’s mini kimi for ya

yourusername: oh my love…

charles_leclerc: I know it doesn’t measure up to everything you’ve done but I wanted to give you a little insight to what I feel when I’m around you

yourusername: 🥰🥹❤️

user58: what a bitch can’t even be grateful for what she’s got

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maxverstappen1: I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with all of…this until the season started. Why is it on my screen

charles_leclerc: idk you tell me

user59: guys they still don’t follow each other

user60: are you telling me this drama king intentionally searched up his rivals post to make fun of him

charles_leclerc: yes he did

maxverstappen1: shut up

user61: ok but these like slap?

user62: thank god someone pointed them out. They’ve been on repeat and thank god and thank yourusername that this man is finally happy

user61: I KNOW. I don’t know how many sad tracks I had left in me…

user63: babe he still drives for Ferrari. You’re gonna have an entire season of sad tracks to choose from

user61: blocked. Reported. Why should you do this???

user62: 😂😂😂

user64: loml?? Love of my life?? And HAPPY?? Are you kidding me right now?

user65: he’s so in love with her…did you see his latest stream?

user66: when she poked her head in to let him know dinner was ready? And his face fucking lit up??

user64: 😭😭 we’ve lost him lads

user66: I’m just glad he’s happy

user65: same

Private Messages

translations: I adore and love you with my whole heart; I love you with everything I am

yourusername

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yourusername: Bahrain you were so good to my man tonight! ❤️❤️❤️ congrats Charlie💋💋

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charles_leclerc: you’re gonna have to come to every race now ma chérie. You’re clearly my good luck charm

yourusername: oh no…what an awful problem 😂😊

maxverstappen1: congrats man! That top step was well deserved

charles_leclerc: thanks max

oscarpiastri: good race dad 👍🏻

charles_leclerc: thanks son 😊

yourbff: I’m gonna need your mascara cause that shit did not run your gorgeous girl

yourusername: the real mvp tonight

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: that’s how we do it!! A great 1-2 start to the season!! Forza Ferrari Sempre! And thank you to my love for being such an amazing good luck charm! ❤️

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carlossainz55: great race brother! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

user67: congrats!! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

user67: you did great too Carlos!!

yourusername: “And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name” congrats Charlie

charles_leclerc: well I did have to impress you

yourusername: you absolutely did!!! But tbh it was only upwards you could go after that ski trip

charles_leclerc: chérie…

yourusername: 🥰❤️

user68: Forza Ferrari Sempre❤️❤️❤️

user69: Forza Ferrari Sempre!!!

user70: charles come on. You could definitely race better if you didn’t have a slut weighing you down

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user71: ok but did you see they way he RAN to her when he saw her…

user72: I’m calling it! They’re my new IT couple. LOVE THEM

user73: she started crying like 5 laps in and girl I feel ya

user74: most relatable wag I feel

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: I’ve been silent on this for far too long and will not hold my tongue anymore. I don’t know why people feel like that have the right to criticize my choices for who I date or where or with whom I spend my time with but I want you to know that my REAL fans will recognize that yourusername (or myheartispoetry for her professional handle) is by far one of the best things that have ever happened to me.

I don’t necessarily want to bite the hands that feed us but I don’t know why people feel like they are entitled to know everything about me or my girlfriend. yourusername is a private person and does not owe you anything and it is with her permission that I’m telling you that she is the author behind the myheartispoetry page and books — she is not the gold digging whore that so many of you made her out to be.

Ma chérie I am so sorry I waited for so long to address this issue and that I allowed you to face this alone. I love you. I love you. I love you. I could spend the rest of my life trying to find the words to describe the depth of love I have for you but I don’t think that I’ll ever be able to…thankfully I’m dating you and you are by far one of the best poets I’ve ever read so I’m sure you’ll be able to find those words for me

Going forwards, any harassment aimed towards yourusername will be handled with.

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Poems and quotes in order

Still, Kennedy Ryan

Ben Maxfield

Alexandra Vasiliu

Anton Chekhov

Tshering Wangchuk

Cornelia Street, Taylor Swift

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── .✦ [ FIC ]: can i really stay here? [ part three ]

[ part one & part two ]

mullet stanley pines x innkeeper reader

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, sfw

word count: 1765

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he was so obviously staring at you.

it was a crisp fall morning, and a light sweat formed on your brow as you swept the floor by the front desk. you’d been at it for a while, and about halfway through, stan had meandered down the stairs and happened to see you. presently, he was casually leaning against the wall, and you could feel his eyes on your back.

there were moments where you’d turn your head in his direction, and he would jolt and quickly look the other way. you rolled your eyes amusedly, wondering what he could be thinking of.

after a moment of thought, you spoke up, your gaze still focused on the broom in your hands. “so, whatcha doin’, stan?”

there was nobody else in the lobby, so he didn’t really have a good excuse to pull out of his back pocket. he looked up, drumming his fingers against the wall. “uhhh … nothin’. what’s it to ya?”

“you know, you can come closer if you want to.” you shook your head, chuckling. the broad-built man sighed in defeat, pushing himself off of the wall and walking over to lean against the front desk instead.

as you continued to sweep, he pursed his lips, fidgeting with the edge of his t-shirt. “hey, uh. i been thinkin’.”

you gave him a glance over your shoulder. “yeah?”

one of his hands wandered up to his shaggy mullet, tugging absentmindedly at chocolate brown hairs. “well, i’ve been stayin’ with you for a few days now … and i really appreciate your help. i … i’m still tryin’ ta think of ways to make a buck, but … a–anyway, what’s i’m saying is—”

he stammered, blushing faintly as he averted his gaze. it was frustratingly difficult to be so open and honest.

“ … is–is there any way i could help you out? since i’m not payin’ at all …”

you straightened, turning to fully face him. his desire to settle his debt was endearing, but you knew in your heart that he really didn’t owe you anything. you wanted him to have someone to watch out for him, someone to care about him.

someone to … love him.

“i really appreciate it, but it’s okay.” you grinned, warm with compassion.

stan blinked, and he suddenly found that his heart was aching in his chest again. just as it had at the diner, as it had when he took that key from your hand …

his square jaw clenched shut as your genuine empathy pierced into him like daggers.

“please.”

he almost sounded desperate.

“i, uh. i just don’t like ta feel useless.”

after studying his expression for a moment, your smile softened.

“okay.” swiftly, you extended the broom towards him, raising your brows. “wanna finish sweeping in the lobby? i can start on the dusting.”

immediately, he lit up. “alright, angel. i’ll sweep this place so good, you’d never guess that anyone’s set foot in it.”

taking hold of the broomstick, the brunet got to work, happily gathering dust bunnies, crumbs, and random bits of trash that various customers had left behind. you rummaged around in the supply closet for the duster, pulling it out and starting to clean up different decorative objects and shelftops.

the soft music emanating from the record player served to create a peaceful atmosphere. occasionally, one or two patrons would pass through, but for the most part, it was quiet.

after you’d taken care of all the dusty surfaces in the room, you put the duster away, lighting a pumpkin spice scented candle and carefully placing it on a table in the center of the lobby.

“hmm ... wow, that’s nice.” stan hummed, clearly affected by the calming aroma.

“i know, right? i love having this scent in the fall–”

you stopped abruptly upon seeing the perfectly clean floors. it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes, and yet all of it was spotless.

“wow, stan, you made quick work of that! good job!”

stanley puffed out his chest, clearly smug and quite proud of himself, like a small child showing you a drawing they had worked hard on. “i told you. ain’t i helpful?”

“you’re a huge help, thank you.”

he hadn’t been praised like this in so long. he was practically glowing at this point.

“so, er … what else can i help ya with?” he stepped closer to you, hands on his hips.

you racked your brain in an attempt to think of what else needed to get done around the inn. “oh, i know. a shipment arrived for us earlier today, but they’re both heavy boxes that i can’t quite move on my own. would you w–”

“I’M ON IT! lead the way, sweetheart!”

“o–okay–” you led him around to the back to collect the packages, trying so hard not to let his pet names affect you. nonetheless, you were blushing like an idiot.

next thing you knew, you were watching him carry two heavy boxes with ease, one on each arm. he had rolled up his jacket sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms.

… it’s fall, right? it’s not supposed to be this hot in here.

“where to, toots?” he grunted, arching a brow.

“uh … the storage room. this way.” you were avoiding eye contact as much as possible. everything about this guy was attractive right now.

oh God, don’t let me die yet…

after the contents of the boxes were successfully unloaded and put away, the two of you sat at the kitchen bar, helping yourselves to the lunch that your chef had made. stan ate enthusiastically, probably in the best mood that you’d ever seen him in. why that was, exactly, you weren’t sure—you were too overwhelmed to figure it out. there was just something about the way he looked at you that was making you silently freak out.

i know that he’s been calling me names even since we first met. it seems like it’s just a thing that he does with everyone … but lately, they really don’t feel like just names.

i don’t know. am i going crazy? i might be. and yet …

chewing on a mouthful of rice, you snuck a sideways peek at the man beside you, admiring his chiseled jaw and dark brown hair. that is, until he caught you looking, and you nearly choked on your food.

“what? ‘s there somethin’ on my face?” he chuckled, his tone taunting.

“i, uh, i thought there might’ve been–but you’re fine. no worries.” bullcrap.

“hah, whatever you say.”

you continued to eat in silence. your fork was slipping in your hand.

just great. my palms are sweating.

this … hasn’t happened to you since high school. butterflies and blushing suddenly clouded your brain whenever he was close to you. how did it even start? he just walked into your life, and …

you were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t process stan calling your name for the third time in a row. it wasn’t until he put his hand on your shoulder that you snapped out of it.

“gh– huh?” your face was redder than a cherry tomato.

“hey, you alright? yer actin’ all spacey.” he was evidently concerned this time. “how many fingers am i holdin’ up?”

“f–four.” you exhaled, rubbing your temples with one hand. “i’m fine, just lost in thought, is all. thanks, stan.” you offered a small smile as you fought the raging butterflies in your stomach.

stan nodded in understanding, gently taking his hand off your shoulder.

“okay, just lemme know if you need anything.”

with that, he took care of his plate, rinsing it off in the sink before making his way up to his room. your chef walked into the kitchen, shooting you a look as you handed him your half-full plate.

“sorry, i don’t think i can eat any more. i’m feeling … nauseous.”

it was around six o’clock in the evening now, and you sat up in your personal living room on the very top floor of the inn, falling deeper and deeper into your thoughts.

do i … really like him that much?

am i in love?

you tangled your fingers into your hair, hunching over slightly.

but … so quickly? i’ve only known him for a number of days. is that a thing that happens!?

what if he doesn’t like me back? what if he flirts with everyone? what if he thinks i’m weird for liking him? does he know i like him?

just then, you heard a knocking on your door.

oh.

heart thudding violently in your chest, you swallowed your anxiety, standing up from your sofa to find out who it could be. you turned the doorknob, letting it swing open.

the first thing you saw was a beautiful bouquet of red tulips.

your gaze trailed up to find stanley’s broad figure, dressed in slacks and a flattering button-up top. he had pulled his hair back into a ponytail, although a few stray hairs remained out of place.

his brown eyes met your own, and your breath hitched in your throat.

“hey. listen, uh … these are for you, first of all.” he handed the bouquet to you, which you mindlessly accepted, being unable to look away from his face.

“i … wanted t’ properly say thank you. lettin’ me stay here has helped me get my mind right ‘nd allowed me to think about the important things.”

he took a breath.

“and, well … i figured out that you’re real important to me. so. i–i was wonderin’ if you’d wanna grab dinner tonight?”

“… dinner?”

“y–yeah, like a date–”

your cheeks flushed a dark shade of red, matching the tulips you held in your arms.

stan tripped over his words, staring at the floor. “and i, uh—i understand if you’re not interested–”

“no! i mean, yes! yes, i’m–i’m very interested.” you rushed to answer him, not fully realizing that a gleeful smile had broken out onto your expression. “i just … wow …”

he laughed, beaming with joy as he realized that the answer was yes. “oh, damn, i didn’t actually expect to get this far…!” gently, he scooped you into a snug embrace, lifting you off of your feet slightly. “thank you, angel.”

“... anything for you.” you murmured in reply, hugging him back for a sweet moment before the two of you stepped apart. “let me just get ready, then.”

“sounds good, doll. i’ll be waitin’ downstairs.”

and just like that, the door was shut, and you were left to stare at the red tulips in your hands.

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[ part four ]

author's note:

screaming into a pillow kicking my feet giggling

i wrote this one so fast somehow ??? i had a vision

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TFOne!D-16/Megatron x Cybertronian!Reader One Shot: Conjunx

Here’s another One Shot with my bbg D-16. This one just cam e into mind so of course i got to writing. I’m pretty proud of this story and I enjoyed writing for only D. I hope you all enjoy!

TW/Tags: Fluff/Wholesomeness at beginning, D is precious and silly, angst after cut after wholesome romance, Implied abuse (mild), kidnapping, toxic relationship at end. Might make part 2? We’ll see what my brain throws at me at 2 am lol

You and D only really hanged out when Orion was around. Not because D was embarrassed but because Orion was usually busy doing something else. You were seen as a quiet bot and also cool by D. You always stood up to the superiors knowing you weren’t out of line. And despite being a few inches smaller then D. You were strong! D won’t admit it but he was defiantly attracted to you.

One day when getting off the train, Orion did something stupid again. Elita dragged him away to do a late mining shift as punishment. Later D was alone and worked on punching the punching bag in the mining quarters. The others left him be, knowing his temper without Orion. He was so focused he didn’t notice you came up behind him. Knowing he might try to punch you if you startled him. You descide to pick him up by the waist strartling him “Hey you glitchin bot! Put me dow- Oh its you.” You put him down. He looked at you no longer startled.

”Sorry D didn’t want you to punch me if I didn’t pick you up.” You chuckled.

”You know you could’ve handled my punches right?”

”Yes but I would’ve had to punch you back.”

”…..Good point.” He pointed his digit to you.

”You mind if we talk?” D almost froze as his smile shows to have strained a bit as he looked at you. “It’s nothing bad.” You chuckled. “Come on lets go where we can see the Iacon 5000 sign.”

“O-ok.” You two walked and once up there you finally spoke.

”So D I’ve been thinking. We’ve been good friends for a good while and was hoping. Since after all this time-“ You continue to speak as his head only started to overthink.

Was so lost in thought of you possibly leaving him that he barely heard you. He then heard you say Conjunx out of the blurr of what you’re saying. But that word brought him out of his thoughts “What you say?”

”D-16 will you be my Conjunx?” You were on one knee. (Thought it be cute shud up) D was dumbfounded until he realized and his face no longer showed a blank expression but had a cute little grin appear on his face. He then shakes a little. Little sounds of metal being heard. You reached a cervo toawrds him once you stood, a bit worried “Uhhh D??”

Then out of no where he hugged you and started spinning, you around as he shouted in cheer and joy. You were now dumbfounded and put your cervos on his shoulders gently patting. “So…..that’s a yes?” He then holds you up with his hands holding your waist.

”YES!!!!” I have been waiting for so lo-“ He looked at you once he stopped. He can tell you were trying to hold in a laugh. “Uhh”

”Guess tonight will be a night to never forget.” You both chuckled and embrace each other. Both of your foreheads touching as you two closed your eyes.

D then lets out a soft sigh as he gently lowers you. You standing once more. Your arms around his neck and his around your waist. Your foreheads still touching as you two stared into each other’s eyes.

”I love you Y/N”

”I love you D. Mine. Always and Forever.”

You both leaned closer together and as your lips both finally touch. The sparks in your chests soon glow. Shinning around you as you two stay in the moment together with the sign of Iacon 5000 behind you both in the dark city.

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(Last chance guys skip this part if you don’t wanna feel pain)

Megatron sat in his throne as he thought about that night. It is truly the night to remember. After everything. He lost his best friend, his home, and after realizing he has been lied to for all his life up to now. He just couldn’t lose you. The high guard was third to him. His new cause is his new goal but you. YOU are the one thing that truly belongs to him.

As he sat there, his head resting on his fist as he watched the high guards having a meeting. He listened, only glancing down to see you every so often as you rest your head and one of your cervos against his chassis.

Your optics closed as you sat on his lap. You had a cog and a decepticon logo on your chassis. His arm around behind your back and cervo resting on your thigh. Your other cervo that wasn’t on his chest resting on top of his on your thigh. You had a few dents. Proof from when he forced you to come with him when sneaking into the city and take you with him. After some time he had to discipline you to behave. Same thing when he forced you to stay still as the Decepticon logo was put on you. You are His Conjunx. You should really learn to trust him. He even threatened to hurt you more if you chose to break the bond from that very night. Ever since then you’ve been tired and miserable. You always felt his feelings through the bond. But you can still feel that love he has for you. Only it’s much darker now.

You listened to his spark beat as you two stayed silent. Starscream and Shockwave started to argue as Soundwave sat there with a data pad. You’d slowly open your optics. You had a little rust under your eyes. Not very visible if far enough.

You cried. You cry every night after Megatron goes to recharge. The meeting eventually ends and Megatron dismisses everyone. Once everyone was gone he looked down at you. Finally lifting his head so he’s more straight sitting up. Moving his cervo to now hold your chin. Making you look at him as his now red optics narrowed and stared down at you. “Hungry sweetspark?” His voice was darker and rough. It still makes you flinch when he speaks to you.

You didn’t answer. You only shook your head as your optics remained dim. He leaned his head lower a bit. His face only inches from yours. “Almost Obedient…hm…”

You two remain silent for a moment.

“Mine. Always and Forever.”

He closes the distance. His lips connecting with yours once more after so long. His lips now cold as he closed his optics. You closed yours a second after.

But you didn’t return the kiss. His cervo moving from your thigh to the back of your head. Pushing your head a bit closer. Your kiss is no longer the same. His kiss. Is no longer the same. Megatron wasn’t Your D-16.

So….. y’all like 😗? If you wish for a part two please let me know.

[tinytalkingtina]

Cool Whip

Rating M | WC 1330 | Ao3 link

Tags: getting together, first kiss, innuendo, bisexual steve and eddie, eddie speed-runs a sexuality crisis, inappropriate use of whipped cream, fast burn (these two have never gone slow in their lives), fade to black

Written for the STWG July 28 prompt "Oh. Oh."

Steve stared at Eddie in complete silence.

Eddie fidgeted under his gaze. “So. Perhaps. In this instance, giving into the gremlin that lives inside my head was not the best choice I could have made,” he said sheepishly.

“Really Edward. You don’t say.” Steve was still holding the incriminating weapon, had been since he confiscated it. Every so often he twirled it around in his hands.

“What if you uhhh, did it back to me? We’ll be even?” he offered. “Come on, it’s fine, I won’t even fight you on it!”

“Can’t do that because we’re at my house, not yours, and this was my last pair of clean pants and underwear. So, unless you want to walk around like Winnie the fucking Pooh for the rest of the night, maybe we don’t spray whipped cream down your jeans too.” 

Steve ran an agitated hand through his hair. “I’m going to go take a shower and wash this shit off of my junk now, ‘kay? Just put the ice cream back in the freezer, we can do a movie night together another time, I guess.” Disappointment was written all over his face. Oops, Eddie didn't realize how much he must have been looking forward to watching Raiders of the Lost Ark. 

As Steve turned around to go, Eddie knew he should let him. Unfortunately, Nosnum Eidde, the impulsive gremlin living in his brain, was still firmly in control.

“Wait, let’s not waste it. Let me clean you up!” He blurted out.

What?

“What?” Steve was staring again, this time with eyes wide in confusion.

“Let me…clean up the mess I made. On your body.”

“Eddie I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”

It did sound like a joke didn’t it. But if it was a joke, why was the thought sending sparks of lighting along his spine. 

“I don’t. Don’t think I’m joking right now,” Eddie said slowly. “Give me a minute here.”

It wasn’t like his brain had a perfect track record when it let Nosnum have the wheel. Like those times it had told him that he could climb the tallest tree in the trailer park without getting stuck at the top, or point out how hypocritical O’Donnell was acting during class without getting detention. 

But it had also gotten things right on occasion. And with Steve standing so close, it was busy pointing out things Eddie hadn't thought about before: like for example, when Steve chewed on his lips in agitation, they became invitingly plump. And, despite the growing damp spot on the front, those jeans were still hugging Steve's ass perfectly. 

Perhaps most importantly, he wasn't rushing forward to punch Eddie's lights out for insinuating, well. He just stood there with a faint blush coloring his cheeks. In his house, a place currently unoccupied by anyone else, not even Robin. While wearing a shirt that was just on the wrong side of too tight with his hair coiffed for a night out and oh my G-d—

“Steve…was tonight supposed to be a date?” Eddie was shocked the question fell out of his mouth so steadily.

The blush on Steve's face grew darker. “I mean, sort of? Was getting mixed signals from you but—yeah.” He shrugged. “We haven’t been able to hang out one on one since I figured things out. Thought I’d see how tonight went before making a move.”

“Oh. You. You had a plan to seduce me.” Eddie wheezed a little. "You like me like that?"

“I uh, kind of put two and two together about a month ago. Had a really long talk with Robin, and turns out apparently normal men don't want to, you know, make out with their guy friends. Or imagine Harrison Ford holding a whip when he’s all sweaty and—wait, what about you, Mr. 'Propositioning My Friends To Use My Mouth?’ How long have you known?"

“About five minutes consciously.” Eddie said in a strangled voice. “Maybe ten if we consider what I did to your pants subliminal foreplay.”

Steve snorted. The gremlin in Eddie’s brain was convinced this made him even more attractive. Huh, maybe this had been going on for longer than he had realized, if a snort could set him off.

“Not really sure what submarines have to do with Cool Whip, but yeah we can probably count that. Welcome to the ‘part gay’ club man! You’re taking this really well, no offense.” Steve pat him on the back, the brief contact sending more sparks through his veins.

“Yeah, in 1985 I’d probably be doing something destructive right about now.” Eddie agreed. “But the me of 1987 can’t really muster up the energy for another panic attack after finding out about inter-dimensional portals or. You know. Everything else that happened.” Wow, real smooth Eddie, way to kill the mood of whatever fever dream was happening right now.

“Besides,” he tried for a joke. “1987 Eddie has a high school diploma. My brain’s so full of facts there’s no more room for anything else unless we shove it into my mouth and—“ His eyes widened as he caught up with what he was saying. He ducked to hide behind his hair. “Uh, what I mean was, um. Yeah I’ve got nothing to say for that.”

Steve gave another adorable snort and walked closer. “We may have to work our way up to that one, but maybe I could give your mouth something else to put its lips around instead?”

“Dude that doesn’t even—what, do you want me to vacuum seal your mouth with mine? How would we, wait, please tell me that isn’t the secret move you pulled that had all the cheerleaders in school losing their minds over?” Eddie squeaked out.

Steve blushed again even as he laughed. “First of all I only ever actually dated like, three people in high school, I wasn’t as big a slut as rumors made me out to be. And okay that might have sounded better in my head, but in my defense I kind of can’t think of anything but kissing you right now.”

Eddie rapidly nodded his head. “Yes, that’s. We should do that. Please.” After a slight roadblock in which both of them on autopilot tried to take the lead and grab the other’s face, they finally managed to actually press their lips against each other.

And oh. Oh. 

Look, this was far from Eddie’s first kiss. But this was the first time someone still wanted to kiss after seeing him eat eggs with maple syrup on them. Or who knew he secretly slept with his childhood stuffed animal. Because Steve wasn’t angling to get cheaper weed, or trying to get back at his parents by having Eddie knock on the door in his ripped jeans for a date.

Steve knew Eddie’s whole sordid history, and kissed him anyway, holy shit.

The kiss itself was short and relatively chaste. But after they stopped, Steve didn’t immediately lean out of Eddie’s space. Instead he gave the tip of Eddie’s nose a quick peck before resting their foreheads together. A giggle bubbled up out of Eddie’s chest.

Steve rapped his knuckles on Eddie’s head. “Everything okay up there?”

“You like me. Steeeeve Harringtonnn likes me!” Steve smiled softly at him as he cupped Eddie’s cheek in his palm.

“Yeah, I do, you big dork. And I’d love to continue this, but because someone sprayed whipped cream onto my junk, I need to go shower it off before it gets even crunchier because wow, this is uncomfortable.”

Now it was Eddie’s turn to blush. “Sorry about that again. But if you want maybe uh, maybe I could join you and actually help clean it off?”

Steve smirked. “I think we can work something out, yeah. Come on.”

Running up the stairs while Steve tightly held his hand, Eddie decided that perhaps this time, his brain might have had the right idea after all.

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Later that evening:

Eddie: "Wait, I was flirting with you the entire Spring Break from hell wasn't I."

Steve: "That was point #1 on Robin's 'Eddie is into you' list."

Eddie: "In hindsight this does explain why she kept saying I could be myself around her last week. I used the opportunity to give her a 2 hour long intro to metal music lesson."

Steve: "Yeah, she said I still owe her for that."

@augustjustice @stellarspecter Come get your fast burn Steddie!

[strang3lov3]

My Treat

Roman has a very special present to give you on your birthday, whether you want it or not.

Tags - dddne, noncon, face fucking, fingering, unprotected piv, rough sex, creampie, overstim, forced orgasms, degradation, mocking, intox kink (drunk reader/sober Roman), dacryphilia, manipulation, coercion, victim blaming, whooo boy. Roman’s gonna have some tender moments, but don’t be fooled. He’s a fuck and a half. Maybe even dark!roman? Excessive use of the nickname ‘birthday girl’ and too many dick in a box references. 4.4k words A/N - HAPPY BIRTHDAY @cum-a-calla !!!! You know much I love you and your work. Meeting you has been a highlight of my 2024!! I love you and I hope this nasty Roman scratches alllllll the itches. It had a tentative start but I’m really pleased with how this turned out 🩷 i tagged my usual roman readers but no pressure to read if noncon is not your thing, i will see you next time! @endlessthxxghts, you know what you did. thank you for your eyeballs and for holding my hand through it♡

9:27 and Roman’s still not yet graced his office with his less than illustrious presence. Not that you really mind, as his lateness gives you time to get work done without his hovering, his mocking comments and juvenile jokes at your expense, his nitpicking. With your morning work completed, you rest on his uninviting, scratchy office couch and inspect your manicure, freshly done for the occasion. 

Then, the doorknob rattles, jerking you from your peace and in comes Roman all self-assured and weirdly confident, his pelvis leading his awkwardly long strides. He spots you immediately, smiles with crinkling eyes and those little dimples appearing on his cheeks. He’s got a bubblegum pink pastry box in one hand and a cardboard drink carrier with coffee cups balanced neatly on top of it.“Hey, hey, birthday girl!”

You narrow your eyes at him, suspicious. “I didn’t tell you it was my birthday.”

Roman smirks mischievously, that infuriatingly smug tilt to his lips. “I have my sources,” he replies cooly, setting down the items on his desk. With flourish, Roman opens the pastry box and pulls one of the drinks out of the carrier, the one drowning in chocolate swirls and topped with more whipped cream than there is coffee in the beverage. “For you.” He holds the drink out for you to take. “I believe this is your Frankenstein coffee-shake-thing.” 

“You know my order?”

Roman scoffs and rolls his eyes for maximum effect. “Yeah, I know your order. Cookies and cake and ice cream all blended up with just enough coffee to pretend you’re a big girl. It’s just fuckin’ liquefied dessert, am I right?”

You take the drink from him and take a sip, humming at the sweetness as it hits your tongue. “Close enough,” you joke, and Roman pumps his arm in excitement, the satisfaction in his eyes. Digging through the trash days ago to copy the scribbled order on your old, empty cup was disgusting, sure. But worth it to see that pretty smile of yours. 

Roman beckons you to his desk with a curl of his finger. Excitedly, you make your way over and inspect the box of pastries he’s brought. Four oversized cupcakes, absolutely dripping in frosting. They’re from that bakery you’re obsessed with—the one you’ve maybe mentioned in passing once, because Roman really doesn’t do thoughtful. Or so you thought. It was obnoxiously out of his way, of course, but you deserve it. 

“Uhhh…” Roman points to the cupcakes, “That’s carrot cake, and then chocolate, obviously. Strawberry shortcake and birthday cake. But I call dibs on the birthday cake.”

“But it’s my birthday.” 

“Do you think I give a shit? I mean, I do. A little. Got you a present and everything.”

You perk up at that, eyes widening as you reach for the chocolate cupcake. “Yeah?” you ask, “What is it?”

“My dick in a box. What else would I get you?” he grins shamelessly. 

Roman watches you laugh as you suck a bit of frosting off of your fingertip. His cock twitches in his pants and he bites down on his lip, eyeing you up and down. He reaches into the pink box for his birthday cake cupcake and takes a bite. “Mm. Fucking delicious,” he mumbles, mouth full. “So what’s the plan, huh? How’s the birthday girl living it up tonight?”

“Uhm,” you hum, pulling back a little bit of the cupcake’s wrapper to take another bite. “The usual. Working for you, then going home.”

“Seriously?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

“That’s your plan,” he deadpans.

“Yeah,” you say again, shrugging.

Roman shakes his head, disbelief painted all over his face. “No. You’re celebrating. Properly,” he adds with a pointed look, as if daring you to argue with him. Which, of course, you do. 

“Oh, I don’t think so, Roman. What’s there to even celebrate? Do birthdays even matter past turning 21?”

“Yeah, of course they do. And what’s there to celebrate?” Roman parrots your question, pausing to eat another bite of his cupcake. “Oh, I don’t know. The fact that you’re alive,” he answers, smirking as you roll your eyes. “And hot,” he adds. 

You press your lips to hide your smile. “Yeah, see? You know I’m right. So here’s the deal: you, my dear, are going out tonight and you’re getting shitfaced.” 

“Rome-”

“Non-negotiable,” he winks, and it sends a flutter through your stomach. His charm convinces you, almost. Almost. 

“Mmmmaybe,” you hum, tilting your head. “With who, though?”

“With this handsome devil, obviously,” Roman says, pointing to his face and swirling his finger around in a circle. “What other sucker likes you enough to take you out on a pity-date for your birthday?”

“Wow. Gee, thanks, Roman. You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

“Well, you know. It’s my specialty,” Roman says, reaching for your face. 

Your eyes widen as his hand makes contact, thumb swiping across the corner of your lips to collect a bit of chocolate frosting. “What–”

Roman smiles at you and sucks his finger, “It’s my treat,” he tells you, voice dropping a notch, mischief written all over his stupid grin. How flustered and bashful you are. Too fucking easy. 

The sun dips below the horizon, painting Roman’s office in warm shades of pink and orange as he closes down the tabs on his computer. Not that he was really doing anything, anyway. Just Connections and Wordle, and he sucks at both, but still plays them religiously. He’s gotta learn to beat you somehow and unfortunately, he can’t cheat very well at those games. Roman sighs loudly and dramatically, running his fingers through his hair before he stands up and stretches like he’s done real work. “C’mon, birthday girl. Off we go.” 

You glance up from your phone, startled. “Wait, now? I need to go home and change. I’m not wearing, like, going-out clothes.” 

“Oh, shut up,” Roman groans, throwing his head back. “You’re hot. You’re always hot,” he says, slipping into his jacket. He grabs yours off the coat hanger and holds it open, motioning for you to come over and slide your arms into the sleeves. Roman takes your purse and continues, “So hot, in fact, that I’m gonna give you my dick in a box for your birthday.” 

“Creep.” You zip up your jacket and turn around, snatching your bag back from Roman. “Stop making that joke. You’re a walking lawsuit.” 

“Mm, thanks, but it’s not a joke,” he mutters, straightening out the front of your jacket. “I’m as serious as a heart attack. I put a bow on it and everything.”

“Sure, Roman.” 

Roman holds the door open for you, mumbles “Ladies first,” and hits the lights on his way out. He follows you to the elevator and takes it to the garage level where a black car waits for you, vapor spilling from its exhaust. Roman plays the gentleman act well, swinging the car’s back door open for you, too. He gives his driver the name of some bar he thinks you’d like, and you’re on your way. It’s not a long drive, but he pours you a glass of champagne anyway. 

“Roman-”

“You gotta get wasted. Don’t fight the birthday rules. And,” he adds, pouring himself a glass, “This is the good shit, too.” 

Cautiously, you take a sip of your champagne. Before you can even put your glass down, Roman’s topping it off.

“See? Fancy bubbles.”

“Mhm.” 

By the time you reach the bar, you’re already buzzed. Warm, giggly. Just how Roman wants you, and he’s eating it up. He ushers you inside and straight to a private corner booth, then orders you appetizers of all varieties. The food keeps coming, and so do the drinks - Roman never lets you have an empty glass and keeps your attention entirely on him.

And then, it happens - the moment he’s been working towards all night. His hand lands on your thigh under the table, and it rests there with a casual confidence. And you don’t move it, either. Your inhibitions are lowered enough to the point that there’s no polite brush off, no shy smile as you timidly wrap your fingers around his wrist to kindly shove him away. You don’t even flinch. Fuck, do you even notice?

He lets you talk his ear off. Whether he knows what you’re talking about or not, he’s nodding along, pretending to listen intently to you. Throwing in the occasional hum of interest to really sell it. And you’re smiling, cheeks are warm as you slur your words, telling him all about this and that and the other as you launch into another tangent. Something about your neighbor or your fucking cat or whatever. Roman doesn’t give a shit. He snaps his fingers at the server and points to your drink.

You take a sip from your glass, then lazily toy with the melting ice in your glass with your stirrer. “Well,” you announce, a little hiccup breaking your sentence, “I think I’m wasted.” 

“Are you, now?” Roman’s grin stretches wide. 

“Pretty sure.” 

Roman smiles and claps his hands together once. “Well, there we go. My work here is done, birthday girl. Thanks for humoring the boss. You’re a real, you know - team player, or whatever the fuck HR would call it. A good sport.”

You laugh at him, and Roman’s already sliding out of the booth and waving down the check. “Shall I take you home?” 

“I haven’t-” you hiccup again, “Haven’t finished my drink.” 

Roman waves dismissively. “Meh. Take it with, who gives a shit. Call it your fuckin’ party favor.” 

Giggling excitedly, you slide out of the booth and Roman wraps your jacket around your shoulders, his hands warm against your flesh. You stumble a bit when you begin walking, like the floor is crooked or something, sloshing your drink onto him. “Shit, m’sorry, Rome.” Those first drunk steps always hit you hard.  

“You’re fine. I got you.” Roman wraps an arm around your waist and squeezes you tight, tapping his fingers against your back in a way that’s equal parts soothing and impatient. Just like before, he helps you into the car, hands steadying your wobbling frame. 

The ride is a blur. As the vehicle moves, the motion relaxes you, lulls you into a haze. You’re resting against his shoulder, which is your own doing. He didn’t have to wrap an arm around you and tuck you into his side or anything. 

Your breathing slows, and your eyes are fluttering shut. Roman notices immediately. Awake. Roman needs you awake. “Hey,” he mutters, patting your cheek lightly to jolt you into semi-alertness. “Eyes open. You’re not clocking out on me yet, need to finish that drink, yeah?”

“M’dunno,” you mumble. “Kinda-”

Roman takes the drink out of your hand and brings it to your lips, encouraging you to drink the rest. “Yeah, no. You do know. Drink up,” he tells you, tone flat. “Waste not, want not.” 

You take a few more sips, not counting them, though Roman sure as hell is. He makes sure you drink it all, every last drop. He needs you completely intoxicated. Absolutely fucked. 

The car pulls up to the building, and Roman’s out before the driver can even shift into park. He’s got a hand on your arm, moving you forward. The world tilts again, but he’s there, patiently guiding you to the elevator. Your eyelids are fighting a losing battle by the time you’ve reached the top floor, and Roman guides you inside and turns on the light. 

“Wait- wait a second,” you mumble, eyes adjusting to the light as you take in your surroundings.

Roman gives you a look and raises an eyebrow. “Hm?”

“This isn’t my home.” 

“Yeah, no shit. You’re in my home,” he replies. Roman watches the gears turn, your brows are knit together and you wear a pout as that first little bit of uneasiness sets in. “Doesn’t really matter though, does it? You’re at a home, y’know. Still a roof over your head. I can’t just leave your drunk ass alone somewhere.”

“I guess,” you mumble, blinking slowly. “Can I uh, can I have some water?”

“You’re not thirsty,” Roman cuts in, voice clipped. “You’re just tired. C’mon, let’s get you into bed, yeah? Bedtime for the birthday girl. She partied too hard.”

Roman takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom, his grip more steering than guiding. Everything’s still spinning in dizzying circles, but there’s an added layer of…of something. You can’t name it yet, but it’s there. That strange feeling in your gut, the itch in your chest. You’re nervous. Why do you feel nervous? 

Roman locks the door behind himself and sits you down on the edge of his neatly made king-sized bed that smells like laundry detergent and himself, then kneels in front of you to pull off your shoes one at a time. The casualness of it all, the intimacy of his fingers brushing against your skin. It makes your skin prickle. Roman stands up again to undress you, unbuttoning your blouse and tugging on the zipper at the side of your pencil skirt. “Get this off next,” he mumbles, pulling it down.

“Roman…”

He cuts you off with a dismissive shh as the fingers of one hand work the buttons undone on his shirt, then shrugs it off his shoulders and leaves it crumpled on the ground.

“Rome, stop- what is this? What are you doing?” The quiver in your voice and the slur to your words betrays you. You tried to sound firm.

“Giving you your last gift,” he says casually, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Duh. It’s my dick in a box, remember? I man-scaped for you and everything.”

He’s not being serious, right? There’s no way. “Pretty small package,” you joke, trying to ease some of the tension you feel. It doesn’t do much.

“Yeah, well,” he shrugs, and his eyes are dark. “Good things come in small packages, so fuck you.” 

You’re not sure how to respond. “Right,” is all you murmur. You manage to crack half a smile, laughing without much humor. “I guess I just - fuck, I really want that water, Roman,” you complain, pressing your hand against your forehead. You feel lightheaded, fuck. 

Roman doesn’t flinch or show any of that manufactured tenderness from earlier. “Yeah, I know. Everything, everything, everything. You’ll get it when you get it, okay? Relax.”

You groan quietly, rocking on the bed. “I guess I just don’t get the joke,” you say, changing the subject. “Like, how is your dick supposed to be a present for me?”

Roman scoffs. “How isn’t it?” he says. “It’s thoughtful. Wrapped nicely and everything. It’s all about the presentation, you know?”

“Umm…sure.”

As a silence hangs, you gather your strength and concentration to get up - you need water. Advil. Coffee. You’re ready to be done being drunk, ready to feel in control of yourself again. Roman’s drunk, too - has to be, even if he doesn’t totally seem it. He’s not slurring his words, his eyes aren’t droopy or red, he’s…unnervingly him. You hope to god he won’t remember this. You hope you won’t, either. You try to stand up, but Roman sits you back down. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“W-”

“Water, I know,” he snaps.  He tilts his head back and groans as he rubs his bulge, cock hardening beneath his touch. Your mouth drops open as he sucks in his belly and reaches for the button of his slacks, then unzips them. “So I lied, birthday girl. It’s not in a box, but-”

“Stop. This isn’t a funny joke. I don’t want this, Roman.”

“It’s a gift.”  

“But I don’t want-” 

“Oh, come on. Don’t - don’t fuckin’ be like that,” he snaps, sliding his pants down his legs until he’s clad in only his navy boxer briefs. “What do you say when I do something nice for you, huh? What do you say?”

“St-”

“Wrong. You say thank you. Say ‘thank you, Roman’.” 

Roman waits with both of his brows raised, but you never thank him. And something changes then. He’s always had an ugly streak, but this is different. There’s something sinister, almost, like a mask has slipped, exposing something awful that’s been festering beneath the surface. The crumbled facade. Your heart pounds so hard in your chest that you feel it in your throat. 

“You’re being kinda rude,” Roman says with a wave of his hands. “Like, really rude, actually. This whole night, I did it all for you.”

“And I can appreciate that, Roman, I do appreciate that. But I said-”

Roman crushes his palm against your lips, not allowing you to complete that sentence. “I have ears,” he bites, reaching under his briefs to pull out his cock, now at full mast. He moves the hand that’s on your lips to your shoulder and forces you down so that you’re kneeling on the floor, pinned between his body and his bed. Nowhere to run. 

He’s quick in how he does it, or maybe it’s the alcohol that’s fucked up how you process reality. Roman shoves his cock past your lips, harshly hitting the back of your throat so that you gag and choke. Tears blur your vision, though you can’t distinguish whether it’s from the pain or the rising fear. You reach for Roman’s torso and hit him as hard as you can, but he doesn’t stumble. Instead, he simply pouts at you. He takes both of your wrists in his hand and begins rocking his hips. 

“Oh, perfect - the fucking waterworks,” Roman mutters, his voice dripping with mock sympathy as his thumb brushes away the tears streaking down your face. He tilts his head, studying you with that sharp, calculating gaze, like he’s cataloging every tremble and shudder, filing it away for later. “Always so dramatic, aren’t you, sweetheart? I have to give credit where credit’s due, though. Oscar-worthy performance. Truly.”

Roman pauses, his smirk tightening, the false gentleness in his touch a sharp contrast to his words. “You know,” he adds, voice low and biting, “maybe if you’d been a little less… I don’t know, yourself - kinder, sweeter, less of a goddamn buzzkill - I wouldn’t make you choke on it. Just a thought.”

Roman’s cock tastes salty, slightly sweaty, and you’re disgusted that you kind of like it. The smell of him, too, that musky and heady sort of scent. Still holding your hands above your head, Roman squeezes your wrists hard enough so that your bones grind against each other. There’s a pinching, aching pain between your shoulders as Roman fucks into your mouth, his cockhead hitting the back of your throat with each thrust.

You’re growing aroused despite yourself. You can feel yourself dripping into your panties, the dampness making you feel sick. Roman slides in and out of your mouth with abandon, zero regard for your comfort.   

He draws out of your mouth entirely, biting his lip as he admires the sticky, shiny mess of your saliva and tears on his cock. You attempt to pull away, but with a tug of his hand, Roman holds you exactly where he wants you. “I don’t think so, birthday girl. Where the fuck do you think you’re off to?”

Roman thrusts into your mouth harshly once more. There’s no gentleness to it at all, just raw fucking ferocity. He ruts into your mouth so fiercely, turning you into a drooling, crying, choking mess. The tears rolling down your cheeks - god, he loves them. It fills him with a unique sort of confidence. Power. 

“Cry all you want,” he taunts. Your lips are sore with the repeated motion of his cock drawing back and forth between your lips, jaw throbbing, nose rubbed raw from the coarse thatch of his trimmed pubic hair. Roman continues to roll his hips, relishing in your warm, wet mouth and the way your sobbing makes your throat tighten around him. With your forehead bouncing against his stomach, you squirm and whine in discomfort as he uses you. The brutality. You’re at your breaking point when finally, finally you feel Roman begin to twitch and pulse in your mouth, and you brace yourself for his release.  

Instead, he pulls out. 

That’s it? Is that it? Is it over? You think it’s over. Maybe - god willing - he had a change of heart. 

“Th-thank you, Roman,” you whisper, voice wobbling. That’s what he wanted, right? A thank you?

“Oh, now you remember your manners,” Roman mocks. “How convenient. Too fucking late, birthday girl, ‘cause now this is really my treat.”

Roman forces you to your feet and pushes you onto your back, then climbs over you. He pins your arms above your head in one hand and with the other, reaches between your thighs and pulls your panties to the side. His fingers glide through the pool of arousal at your core, effortlessly slipping through your folds. 

“Please get off of me,” you whimper. “Stop.” 

“Why would I stop? You’re fucking soaked,” he says. “And I bet when I do this-” Roman purrs, pushing his ring and middle fingers into your slick cunt, “-you’ll get wetter. Won’t you?” 

He curls his fingers repeatedly, expertly stroking that sensitive spot inside you. The pleasure makes you cry harder. God, you just want it to be over. If you weren’t so drunk you could probably get out from under him. But your limbs are heavy and uncoordinated, your head is spinning. If you managed to leave, he’d drag you right back to his bed. 

“Shh, do you fucking hear that? Listen to yourself.” Roman covers your mouth to quiet your cries, and you hiccup beneath his palm. He goes quiet too, the only sounds in the room being his heavy breathing and the wet, sticky noises your pussy makes as he fucks you with his fingers. “Sounds to me like you fucking want this.” 

With his hand still on your mouth, Roman uses the other to stroke his cock. Your panties are still tugged to the side when he enters you, one brutal, violent thrust that has him groaning and you wincing in pain. 

Roman lowers his head and bites into your shoulder as he fucks you, rolling his hips over and over into you. You wish it didn’t feel as good as it does. You wish you weren’t so wet, so complicit. That’s what you are, aren’t you? Complicit in this?

“Give me your fucking hand,” Roman pants, taking one of your hands and wedging it between your two bodies. “Goes right here,” he mumbles, pressing your fingertips against your clit. “The quicker you come, the quicker it’s over,” he whispers. 

You nod under his hand, closing your eyes as your fingers circle your clit. If you pretend that Roman’s not here - or, even if he is - that it’s not happening like this, you can do it. As you rub yourself, you do your best to detach from everything going on. It’s just Roman on top of you, Roman inside of you. A body on a body, a body part in a body part. Nothing else. That pleasure deep in your gut is just pleasure, a sensation and nothing more. Dreading your release, you moan under Roman’s palm to coax release along and there it is - your orgasm. 

How deliciously you pulse around Roman’s cock. How needy your moans are, and what’s that you’re doing with your legs, wrapping them tightly around his waist? Roman grins and licks your neck. “Yeah, that’s on you, isn’t it?” he taunts. “Whose fault is that?”

“M-mine,” you cry. 

“That’s right,” he says, kissing your neck. “Now do it again. C’mon, birthday girl, give me another.” You cry harder, shaking your head no. “Come on! It’s your special day. Treat yourself and come for me one more time.” 

“I can’t,” you sob, voice muffled by Roman’s hand over your mouth. He gives you a look. If you do as he asks, it’ll all work out better for you. He knows it and you know it. 

“God, you’re a mess. Your fuckin’ snot’s all over my hand,” he spits, wiping his hand on your torso, then builds the pace again. “One more,” he reminds you, kissing your tear-soaked cheek. “Fuck, you take it so well, honey. Like you’re made for this.” 

Roman repeats his words and a variety of other praises, insults, and swears as he fucks you deeply. He’s got you pressed in half, your knees on either side of your chest as your hips ache in the position. The angle intensifies everything and he knows, oh how he knows what it does to you. Poor fucking thing. Tired, sore, drunk, overstimulated. Partied too hard. 

You don’t even have to rub your clit - the way Roman’s got himself angled has his body doing all the work, pubic bone adding the necessary pressure against your clit to make you come. You can’t quite identify your orgasm as it begins to build; no definitive start, but when it’s there, it ruins you. Washes over your body in waves, devastating you. Your climax coaxes Roman’s own, though you hardly register his pulsing cock as he spurts thick ropes of his spend inside you. 

Roman pulls out of you then, leaving you with an empty feeling as his come seeps from your cunt. He leaves the room and the tears have stopped, but an occasional sob wracks your body every few seconds. He returns to you with a big glass of water, ice and straw and everything. Your trembling hands can’t hold it so Roman does instead, guiding the straw to your lips. 

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[babyseraphim]

A little list of silly Charles headcanons!

Charles collects beanie babies. He has a ton of them in his bag of tricks, and he always tells Edwin that they’re increasing in value, so he’s just collecting them as a means of trade/payment

Every time Edwin suggests he try and use any of them to trade, Charles always finds something else to trade instead

His favorite is a panther named Mercury (after Freddy Mercury), as well as a cat that he named after Edwin (he even made a little bow tie for it out of scraps of cloth)

"You ought to stop giving them names. If you keep personalizing them, they will become even more difficult to part with. Farmers and ranchers often employ the same practice with their livestock."

"Well, I can't just leave them nameless, can I? Everyone deserves a name, and the ones on their tags are always a bit daft."

"They are not people, Charles. They are sacks of cloth filled with beans."

"Oi! Be nice, yeah? They’ve never done anything to you."

“...You’re incorrigible.”

Given that he was alive in the 80’s, I think it’s plausible that Charles’s chosen mode of transportation is skateboarding!

I can just picture him hanging out at skate parks all weekend to avoid going home (I know he’s at boarding school, but maybe before he was sent there or on holidays), smoking cigarettes he isn’t supposed to have and falling on his face trying to learn how to do tricks

"Where did this scar on your elbow come from?"

"Oh, that one? Tried and failed to do a kickflip once. I was always rubbish at tricks, but it was fun trying."

"What on Earth is a 'kickflip'?"

"It's a skateboard trick, one of the more popular ones."

"..."

"Right, I knew I kept a spare board in my bag for a reason. Come on, I'm sure we can find a deserted skate park fit for some ghost...boarding. Skate ghosting? Eh, I'll workshop it."

"Please don't."

Also because he was an 80’s teen and needed some place to be that wasn’t home, I think he also spent a lot of time at arcades

I bet he would be super into pinball, mostly because they're really satisfying and stimmy. Plus, they’re kind of a test of fast reflexes, and we all know Charles has stellar reflexes

He held the high score in Pac Man at his local arcade up until after his death, and will sometimes visit after closing to try and reclaim the high score

"Charles."

"Uh-huh."

"Charles."

"Uhhh-huh."

"CHARLES!"

"What? Oh, sorry, mate. This machine is mint, I can't believe the quality of its cut scenes. It's like I'm actually at the cinema!"

"We are here to finish solving a case, yes? The Case of the Pinball Poltergeist, as you so aptly named it. We can revisit these games afterwards, though I admittedly cannot understand your fondness for a machine that produces such a terribly loud noise."

"Not a fan of pinball, ay? I bet you'd be aces at Tetris."

"Is that a game? It sounds like a contagious disease."

[sharkorok]

knight in shining armor!

or where ZB1 helps you out against unwanted advances!

requested: nooo

cw/genre: reader inferred to be fem on various occasions, fluff, humor, uncomfortable comments, unwanted flirting, no yujin because if they’re younger than me u know that’s crazy, cursing, established relationship w/ zb1, tell me if anything else shud be tagged yay

a/n: I’m working on all the situationship requests but it’s getting a little redundant so I decided to try writing some other ideas I had :] hope it’s ok and u enjoy!

•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•

jiwoong

-tbh I don’t think he’ll be super duper confrontational unless necessary, mainly cuz he doesn’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position :((

-you two were just out setting up for a picnic and he left for a second to grab something from the car, and some random guy strolled you to you ready to spit game but honestly you were already thinking of the right time to call the police

-“heyyy are u a fire hydrant because i’d bump into you on the street and stare” was the guy’s opening line which made you audibly laugh, mainly in shock and not flattery because genuinely what the fuck

-“uhhh??”

-you were very thankful for the return of your boyfriend who just shot the guy a confused glance and was like “who r u…?”

-jiwoong was genuinely appalled that this guy thought he had a chance w u, so just calmly explained you two were dating while staring at the stranger

-would really only get pressed if he noticed the guy getting more pushy and aggressive, but once he was gone he’d mainly he focused on trying to take your mind off the situation rather than comforting u :) you guys came here for a cute picnic date and he didn’t want you stuck ruminating over someone like that

-not really jealous, just mad that you were forced in such a weird situation

-u get tons of kisses and he’ll definitely be joking about this in the car

zhanghao

-you and ur lovely boyfie hao were at a new cafe trying out the seasonal menu, both of you knew the place would be bumping so you decided to just place your orders online in advance :)

-being the wonderful person you are you went to pick up the drinks while he got you two a table, and the barista stopped you with a smile

-“hey, I think you’re really beautiful, here’s a pastry on the house!” and you just smile and thank him, but he’s gone before you can even add the fact you have a boyfriend

-free food is free food so u take it back and tell hao what happened who’s gigglin because he’s very comfortable in ur guys’ relationship and this is more silly if anything, is glad other people recognizes ur beauty too <3

-however, the barista comes back to “check up on you” and is a little crestfallen at the sight of zhanghao but brushes it off

-“hey gorgeous, just wondering if everything’s alright? can I get you anything else?”

-“awww thank you, but my girlfriend and I are alright! I think you’re pretty gorgeous as well though :)” hao responded with the most witty smirk you’ve seen in ages, as you fight the urge to snicker at the barista’s seemingly annoyed reaction

-“yes…thanks” was all the barista could mutter out before leaving, causing the two of you to burst out laughing

-expect hao to be milking the joke that the barista was hitting on him instead of you for the rest of the day lolz

hanbin

-is so calm and gentle about the whole situation but takes it very seriously that you feel safe and comfortable

-it was just a waiter throwing some off-handed remarks about how nice your hair looked, or how the dress fit you so well or how your makeup looked great, and it didn’t make hanbin insecure, more worried you would feel awkward during your two’s little date :(

-neither of you want to explicitly stay anything in case the waiter was just being very nice, so hanbin would sort of up the outward affection by holding your hand over the table, brushing your hair out of your face while you talked, smiling with extra-sweet puppy dog eyes, if anything it was just giving you butterflies

-“you alright pretty girl? we can find somewhere else if the waiter is making you uncomfortable” and you wanna scream and kiss him all over because hanbin is a walking green flag !!!

-at some point the waiter gave up but you didn’t really notice because of how your heart was doing backflips over hanbin’s displays of affection and how much he evidently cared about ur comfort throughout the whole date I’m bawling my eyes out

-on the way home he admits he did get a little insecure but he was mainly worried about you so plz give him lots and lots of kisses and promise him that you are literally madly in love w him cuz u R!!

-wants to take good care of you but is extra appreciative if you remind him that you’re very thankful for his efforts I’m sobbing now bye

matthew

-“bro what” is what matthew very loudly says when a random guy walks up to you and asks for your number

-is genuinely baffled because he thought it was pretty clear with his arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you walked down the street

-also a sense of pride that you’re so hot that someone’s willing to stop you in the middle of the street for your number, but the pride is damaged once he remembered this guy seemed to completely ignore *the* matthew?? who was evidently holding you close and wearing your initial around his neck?? like hello???

-the conversation doesn’t feel real because you say, “oh I have a boyfriend!” while gesturing towards matthew and the guy literally just brushes it off??

-“dude, I’m right here, can you get the hint? go homewreck another relationship,” matthew interrupted after an unbearable minute or two of this man trying to convince you to slide ur digits ;P

-is all grumpy while muttering about how you two need to be more LOUD about ur relationship

-probably tries to convince you to buy those “I <3 MY BOYFRIEND” shirts and even thinks about getting you two more matching clothing

-“maybe I should wife you up?? the ring should be a pretty convincing hint…”

-just doesn’t want random people to get in the way of you two :(( in the least toxic way possible :((

taerae

-audibly laughs the second he sees some random guy stumbling over his words trying to talk to you at the grocery store

-he went to go grab you two some snacks and came back to this poor boy just frantically trying his best to convince you for your number while you awkwardly nod and sheepishly smile, eyes flickering around to try and see where the hell your boyfriend is

-if he notices you’re genuinely weirded out by the guy he’ll step in, but I feel like he would let you endure the awkwardness for just a moment before arriving by your side and being like “heyyy baby”

-makes a big show of kissing your temple and wrapping his arms around your waist, giving the guy a disgusted look and a sassy, “who’s this, sweetheart?”

-you’re trying not to laugh at taerae’s snide demeanor, making you immediately feel all giggly and okay again knowing he’s right here by your side

-the guy scurries off pretty fast, which made the two of you giggle

-“I can’t even leave my girlfriend alone in a grocery store,” taerae jokingly sighed, shaking his head solemnly. “Maybe I should switch to DoorDash or something, I don’t want you getting swarmed every time I go to the chips aisle.”

-makes sure to hang closely around you, not in a jealous way or anything, but he doesn’t want random guys walking up to u and making u all uncomfortable :(

-holds your hand all the way until the two of u get home!! <3

ricky

-he can shy up but he’s mainly just worried about you, gets a little protective but feels very awkward about it, doesn’t want to seem possessive or over bearing but also just wants to take care of u and makes sure ur safe :(

-but also like wtf no one gets to mess w his girl that’s just weird

-you two were clothes shopping when you wandered off to look at a pretty jacket you saw when a random guy you’re very sure you never met casually greeted you like you were an old friend, making weird remarks about how pretty you were and not so subtly asking questions that insinuated if you were single or not

-ricky comes back to see if ur doing alright and finds u very uncomfortably scooting away from this random guy, and he immediately comes to ur rescue!

-“hey baby, who’s this?”

-now we all know ricky is a sweetheart but he can also come off as very intimidating 😰😰 , so he’s sorta just straightening out his posture and staring at the guy in disgust

-once the guy leaves because…yknow ricky is seemingly a force to be reckoned with ricky gets all shy and awkward

-“was that corny? should I have even stepped in? r u okay…?” and he’s just shyly hiding ur face in his shoulder and getting all embarrassed and flustered, and u reassure him u appreciate his efforts very very much <3

gyuvin

-gyuvin can be very protective over you sometimes so the idea of you being forced into an uncomfortable situation by some random guy made him very upset

-honestly he was kinda more upset than you, and not in an insecure way but just in the way he was upset *for* you

-guys imma be fr I’m out of ideas for a random dude being creepy so let’s just cut to gyuvin confronting this dude

-he’s not really confrontational or aggressive, but just makes it very clear to leave his little baby y/n alone </3, afterwards he definitely lightens the mood to the best of his ability

-he’s more worried the entire time about your safety over his, even if the guy making advances towards you is getting agitated gyu is entirely concerned about ur well-being :(( my angel

-“baby don’t worry…ur alpha is here for u 😚😜🐺…” “gyuvin shut the FUCK up”

-obviously if ur feeling seriously upset he makes sure everything’s ok, asks if you need anything, gets you some snacks and gives u a big hug

-is unnecessarily clingy the rest of the way home tho <3 might even bark at any guy who looks at you funny depends on how shameless he’s feeling

gunwook

-he isn’t too hasty to jump in just in case he’s overestimating the entire situation, because poor guy doesn’t wanna come off as overbearing and freak you out by randomly swooping in for no apparent reason </3

-does his absolute best to be assertive but also not overly aggressive in order to avoid causing a scene and put both of you in an even worse situation

-once he’s sure there’s no more need for intimidating wook he’s all over u!!

-“are you ok? do you want me to tell authorities about that? can’t fight but I will if necessary trust”

-if u reassure him that he did good and you’re alright, he’ll be very very pleased w himself

-gives you a kiss every time you take a step and has his arms wrapped around your shoulders, he wants everyone to know that ur his and he’s yours and no way will he let any random guy ruin ur little outing!!

-does your best to make you feel safe the rest of the entire day

-has the biggest smile on his face if you tell him he did a good job, it’s not in a weird way where he’s putting himself above you but sorta in the way he feels like a proud dog for being able to take care of you?? if that makes sense?? at all??

-gives you a big hug when u gets home and does everything to make sure that rando didn’t ruin ur twos’ day :,)

[buttsmasher]

Gage (Edited)

Been trying to go through my old stories and slowly re-upload them after I give them a review. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Tags/Warnings: Fag bashing, face farting, willing victim turned to unwilling, asphyxiation by farts, fart torture

Gage is a grade A prick. You pretty much learned that the moment he moved into the house. Your other roommate literally moved out because he couldn’t stand him. The only reason you’ve stayed is because the rent is cheap and the landlord isn’t complete trash. The other reason is that you have a sort of hate crush on Gage.

You understand he’s a prick and he seems like a bit of a fag basher, but dude has a rockin bod. And he has no sense of other people’s personal boundaries. One time when you had friends over, he walked out of his room completely naked to get a beer out of the fridge. Which you didn’t mind too much because you got front row seats to watch his ass jiggle. Your lesbian friends were mortified of course. Especially when he started to shake his hips to make his dick flop around. After that, you’ve all decided to do movie night at their house now to avoid any more incidents.

The other thing about Gage is that he’s a literal gas bomb. The dude is constantly gassy and it may make your dick strain against your shorts when you’re both watching TV and he lifts a leg to let out a massive fart. And look, if you’re secretly there taking quiet inhales of his stinky gas then no one needs to know.

It all comes to a head today though. You keep a journal, and you may or may not have written all your dirty fantasies about Gage in them. Looking back at it, probably not the best idea, but too late to change that now. 

You’re in the kitchen making scrambled eggs when Gage comes into the kitchen. “Good morning.” You mumble to him, not fully expecting an answer. He opens the fridge and pours himself a glass of OJ as he plays on his phone. He laughs at something before walking towards the kitchen table. 

“Hey fart slut, what’s for breakfast?” You freeze. Did he really just say that? He snaps his fingers a couple of times. “Yo, fag, I’m talking to you.” You slowly turn to look at him.

“Uhm, Scr-scrambled eggs?” You don’t know why it came out as a question. 

“Cool, I want cheese on mine.” He doesn’t even look at you as he plays on his phone.

“Oh, uhhh, I didn’t make enough for the both of us.” You look at the pan and push it around. 

“It’s fine, just give me yours.” 

“What?” He locks eyes with you.

“Let me put it another way. Give me your breakfast and I don’t post your dirty fart fantasies online.” You try to stay calm but you’re freaking out. You turn back around fully and focus on finishing the eggs, throwing cheddar cheese on top right before you finish. Your hands are shaking as you plate the food and bring it over to Gage.

“Anything else?” You say nervously placing the food and a fork down in front of him.

“Tabasco.” He doesn’t look up from his phone, you just do as he says. “Sit.” He says as you go to make yourself more scrambled eggs. “I gotta say, you’re pretty nasty. I mean, to like that shit, you gotta have some serious problems.”

“Fuck off.”

“I mean, to want to get on your knees to sniff someone’s dirty ass. That’s some dog level shit.” You watch as he stuffs his mouth with eggs. “Tell me, how are you any better than a dog?”

“You’re an ass.” Your chair groans against the floor as you get up. 

“Sit back down.” Gage says firmly.

“No, fuck you. I don’t have to take this.”

PFFFFFBBRRRFFFFFF

You freeze as Gage rips a five second fart. The smell hits you from where you’re standing. You can hear Gage laughing from behind you and you can’t help the shame that wafts over you. “You’re pathetic. You get one whiff of my ass funk and you can’t walk away.” You take a deep breath and calmly begin to walk to your room. “I have more where that came from, you know?” You squeeze your eyes shut, wanting to ignore him. 

PFFFFFF

A high pitched fart hisses from his ass. “See? And they can be up your nose if you ask me nicely.” You’re not even looking at him and you can just see his cocky grin.

“What do you want?” You ask, knowing you’ve already lost.

“Heh, knew it.” You hear his chair scrape against the floor as he gets up. “You just need to beg.” He puts his hands on your shoulders. “Beg your daddy to fart up your nose.” He whispers in your ear.

“You’re an ass.”

“I know.” He turns you around and pushes you down onto your knees. “Beg doggy.” You lock eyes again, completely humiliated on the ground.

“Please, Gage, fart up my nose.” You say without enthusiasm. 

PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT

“Fuck, that was a big one you just missed out on. Beg.” You sigh.

“Please daddy, please make me your fart slut.” He laughs.

“Better.” He turns around giving you the view of his brief clad ass. “Get your face in it.” You do as he says, getting a whiff of the lingering scent of the last fart. “Just remember you wanted this.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFF

Airy farts warm your face as your nose gets overwhelmed by the absolutely toxic smell. It’s not like anything you thought it’d be like. “Wait.” You manage to cough out. “Wait stop.” You go to pull away but he holds you firmly in place.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He hikes his leg up slightly.

PFFFFFFFFFFFBBRBRBFFFFFTTTTTT

“Oof, that one’s gonna be bad.” He wasn’t wrong. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you're forced to endure that blast of a ten second fart. It’s absolutely eggy, and your eyes are watering. “Definitely wouldn’t want to be down there. But you’re liking this right fag?” You frantically shake your head no, wanting to pull away. “Aww, I knew you’d love my ass. Here, I’ll blow you a kiss.”

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFF

Another disgusting fart burns it’s way up your nose and down to your lungs. Your face is extremely warm and you can’t think straight. You strain to pull away from the toxic fumes constantly barraging your face but Gage’s hold is too strong.

PFFFFBRBRBRFFFFFFTTT

“Look, I know my brew is strong, but you’re the one who wanted this. And you begged oh so nicely for daddy to fart in your face. Who am I to get in your way of your dream?”

PFFFF PFF PFFFFFF PFFFFF

“It’s okay, I won’t judge you. Well maybe a little. Only cause you’re a fucked up a fag.” 

PFFBBRRRFFFTTT

It’s getting really hard to breathe down here. The only air you’re getting is Gage’s eggy farts. You’ve begun to uncontrollable cough and gag against his dirty briefs. 

“Man, imagine if I didn’t have these undies on. There’s no way you would survive that.” He laughs as he pulls his tight black briefs under his naked ass.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFFFFFFFFF PFFFFF

“Jesus, what did you put in those eggs? I bet you put in some extra fiber didn’t you?” 

“I know I’m a gassy guy, but damn, this is way worse than normal.” 

PFFFFFFFFBBBRRRRRRBRRRRR

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT

Everything is spinning around you and you’re having a hard time staying conscious. 

“Is it everything you hoped for faggot?” 

PFFFFF PFFFFFFFF PFFFFTTT PFFFFF

You feel yourself slump further into his musky ass, no longer able to keep yourself upright. You can hear Gage laughing as everything fades to black. A final fart hits your nose as you finally lose consciousness. “Night night fag.” Gage lets your body hit the floor before leaving you there.

When you awake again, you’re still on the kitchen floor. The smell of Gage’s ass still lingering on you.

[corynation]

OMG NO 😂😂

From what i saw from greys he isnt dereks brother i think ??

Also... Mark slept with dereks sister in the show so i thought it was ok to ask?

Sorry if i didnt make myself clear tho 😂

But she can totally not be dereks sister

Anyway sorry for the confusion

New Beginnings

alex karev x reader

tags : angst, some fluff, uhhh more tags, this is a little everywhere but i hope its okay, not that sad but enough to need a part 2

“Derek? Wha-“

“I need to stay here tonight.” He kept his head down as he shuffled his way through the door, water drops flowing off his hair.

“Is everything okay? Where’s Addison?” The look Derek gave you was almost enough to answer every question that was running through your head. You stood silently as he threw his duffel bag on the couch, his soaked jacket following. He plopped down in the arm chair, palms rubbing his face.

“I’ll get you some hot cocoa to warm up.”

“No don’t I’m fine.”

Your eyebrow raised at his poor attempt in deterring your concern.

“Oh god you look like mom.” Derek chuckled, lighting the heaviness in the room.

“What happened with Addison Derek? Why are you here?”

His face dropped once more almost immediately. The change drawing regret straight out of your core. “I found her sleeping with Sloan.”

“Mark!?” Hearing the most unexpected name come out your stomach churned in a way that made you swear you were about to hurl. The barriers around your emotions all crumbling at once.

“Are we really surprised.” Derek sighed, flattening himself out onto the couch.

“I mean? Yes? No? I don’t.. I mean he’s your best friend?” Surely it wasn’t out of character for Marks sexual.. tendencies to say the least. But still there was a part of you that couldn’t believe he’d sleep with the wife of the man he practically called a brother. Especially after growing so close to him in the past months. You shared everything together and nothing that was said or done could’ve prepared you for this. Your heart ached more then it ever did before, both for Derek but also yourself. Mark was your first, and you had naively convinced yourself he’d be the last. And though you wanted more than anything to curl up in a ball on the floor with Derek and sob your eyes out until the numb feeling that soared through your nerve endings disappeared, Derek didn’t know anything about you and Mark, and you sure as hell weren’t about to have this be the time he finds out. It took more then you thought you had in you to conceal your emotions. Fighting back the familiar sting of tears became a war for the first time, but you stood your ground against it. Sure you and Mark hadn’t taken the time to talk about making things exclusive, but really you didn’t think you needed to. What you felt with Mark was enough to flood your senses full, not able to even consider someone else entering the picture.

And maybe you were stupid to think he felt the same.

It felt futile to hide the burn in your chest, knowing it was evident in your face. But still you tried to mask your feelings, hoping it would be seen as nothing but compassion towards your brother. You’d drag the sun out by your bare hands to bring sunshine after a life of darkness if it meant the best for Derek.

“Yeah well obviously that doesn’t mean much.” The scene of Derek face down on the couch with his arms dangling at weird angles was almost comical enough to bring you out of your anger. In a sad attempt to stifle your laugh, a small giggle escaped your lips. Derek just looked up from his resting spot and gave you the warmest smile you’ve seen from him all night, the picture perfect resemblance of a child.

“Derek I don’t-“ You were cut off mid sentence by the ringing of Dereks phone. He was hesitant to pick it up, most likely praying to himself it wasn’t the two talks of the night.

“Hold that thought I have to take this.” He cleared his throat before answering the phone, his eyebrows stiffening. “Hi Richard, sorry for emailing so late..” Was all you caught as he stepped out of the room.

The anticipation building in you was almost enough to drive you mad. Derek had been on the phone for ten minutes now and you weren’t able to hear any of it. You had began your (what felt like at least) 100th lap around the room, as Derek finally stepped back in. The suspense in the room falling instantly as his demeanor brought nothing but a strange joy.

“Richard Webber from Seattle Grace just called.”

“Okay..?” You sat down on the couch, Derek following.

“He found us both a job, very well pay, I’d be head of neuro, and you’ll be a trauma attending ! It’s perfect! He said he could even throw in a sign on bonus for you for the sudden notice! We start Monday.”

“At Seattle Grace?”

“Well obviously.”

“Derek? Are you insane? Like are you actually going insane because if you are I can understand why.”

“Am I.. Are you going insane? Y/n this is the perfect job opportunity! It’s everything you’ve worked for come on!”

There was a shared silence between the two of you, you each studying the other trying to feel out the mix of emotions you both had been throwing out into the room. Derek looked at you with eyes of an insane man, his lips a curl of typical mischief.

“Derek. This job is in Seattle. Seattle Washington! We live in New York! You can not bring in a life changing job, and move, that I have to do in two days and expect me to jump at it! I know you want to get away from Addison right now but Seattle seriously? Don’t you think that’s taking it a little far?”

“Yes! That’s the point. Come with me or don’t but you’ll sure as hell look idiotic for not.” You let out a sigh at his words, your jaw tensing.

“Derek we’re talking about both of our whole lives right now. Our family is here, our homes, hell our jobs!”

~

“Y/n! welcome to Seattle Grace. I know the offer was a short notice but I appreciate you coming.” Richard Webber, the chief of Seattle Grace, greeted you at the entrance. A great smile plastered across his face as he reached out to shake your hand.

“Of course Richard. Thank you for the offer. I know you wanted me out sooner but like I told Derek, it was insane for me to do the move in two days. So I really do appreciate the exception, it was more than generous of you.” You smiled, accepting the greeting.

“Oh i know it was. But anything for an old friend’s family. And it would be great to have another genius on hand.”

“Old friend?”

“Oh yes, Dr. Shepherd and I have worked on a few cases together in the past. I’ve spent my fair share of time in New York.” Richard spoke as he began to walk through the hospital, his hand reaching behind him to motion for you to follow. “Now I know Derek has been working here for a week now, and could show you around, but I’m going to go ahead and assign you an intern for the day. Someone to show you around and have do all the unnecessary paperwork for you.”

“Oh no Dr. Webber, no need to do that. You’ve already accommodated so much around me. Surely I can find my way around today.”

“Absolutely no need for that Dr. Shepherd. Let me make the day easier for you please.” You smiled at Richard and nodded, fully appreciating the gesture. He nodded and turned around, his finger pointing to a shorter woman across the room at the nurses station.

“Bailey!” The woman whipped her head around, eyebrows raised and an unfazed expression spread on her face. She began walking towards you and Richard, five other doctors following her lead almost immediately. You giggled to yourself as they all looked like a scene of baby ducks following their mom; though these baby ducks did look particularly tired and worn.

“Can you give me one of your children please. I need someone to be with Dr. Shepherd for the day while she settles in. You know like show her around yada yada.”

“Karev go.” Dr. Bailey ordered turning around and beginning to walk back to what she was doing.

“Me? But I’ve got-“ One of the doctors that had been following Bailey began saying, walking backwards to keep up with her in order to plea.

“Karev. GO.”

He stood in the middle of the room, arms up in defeat. You almost felt bad for him until he turned to face you, eyes narrowed and lips pursed as if this was somehow your fault.

“Come on lets get this over with.” He snarled while walking back towards you.

“Hey don’t be pissed at me, I sure as hell didn’t want you to be the one showing me around.” Karev stopped to take a good look at you, almost completely dumbfounded after your response. He scanned your face, either trying to decide who you were to talk to him like that, or the opposite of the spectrum and he was just trying to hide his admiration.

Your grand hospital tour was finally coming to an end after almost two hours. Alex had taken the time to show you each wing, introduce you to each head of department, and even showed you the vending machines that are least likely to scam you. At first he had seemed like a nightmare to be around, almost like a brooding angsty teenager who didn’t like anyone, but after warming up to him (or maybe him warming up to you?) Alex actually seemed more then tolerable. He made you laugh more then you have in awhile. His presence lighting you more than you’ve felt since your first night with Mark, which in all honesty bewildered you more then you imagined. Questioning yourself on how, or why you had become so comfortable around Alex in such little of time.

Honestly he felt like Mark felt. But for some sick reason, that maybe was just a play on your emotions, the man you had just met three hours ago made you feel lighter then Mark had in 20 years. He felt like a flow of fresh rain water after a drought, cleansing you of all toxins and slowly making you new. He was rain and you were the starved flower.

Yet Mark felt like the water saved from the last rain. Still coursing through your veins and settling into your heart and soul. Something that once kept you alive, was once your everything, now something you couldn’t get out of your system without feeling like you were sucked dry, moments away from an inevitable end.

It hadn’t quite struck you how much the Mark situation had hit you before now. Really you hadn’t had time to feel how the situation made you feel. The thought of butterflies returning to you uncovered a deep empty void that was quick to cover your senses.

The sudden wave of emotions hit you hard, but still you tried to remain as unaffected by it as possible. Though you knew you had done quite the shitty job of that after you caught Alex glancing at you with concern from the corner of your eye.

“So,” he coughed, obviously trying to diffuse the odd tension that had began. “What department do you plan to work in after residency?”

“Well actually I’m a trauma attending.”

“Attending? You look younger than me!”

“Well I am 24.” You giggled at the widened eyes of Alex, his jaw practically on the floor.

“24!?”

“Yep! Baby of the family.”

“Baby of the entire hospital! I mean how’d you even get here?”

“Well Dr. Karev that is a long story we could discuss over coffee tomorrow morning.” It was out your mouth before you could even sit to consider it. Alex looked taken aback for a moment, obviously not expecting that just as much as you were.

“Deal.” Alex warmly smiled, his eyes gleaming with something more than before.

okay hii!!! this req is so late im so sorry😭 also this isnt the og post but i cant find that one so I am using this!!! im gonna be honest ive wrote this little by little over the past few months so i really hope its all somewhat cohesive ????? idk atleast readable but im also crossing my fingers that this is okay cause its my first req :)

so without being said i hope you guys enjoyed and i will be making a part two trust 🙏🏻

and listen i know being 24 and being an attending is like damn near impossible but its greys. there was literally a unfazed bazooka in a guys chest.

[vigilskeep]

i’m going to make a couple speculations about veilguard and put them under the cut here rather than just tagging for spoilers, because they’re based on some of the most spoilery details we have so far, which are only in a couple videos or mentioned by a couple people in a way that says to me they maybe weren’t really part of what was supposed to be shared. so just only open it if you’ve been watching absolutely everything

1. i’ve seen a couple of people (please don’t ask me to find them i’ve completely lost track of what i heard where) mention a decision at or near the end of act 1 where you have to choose between two cities (to save?). given the locations we’ve seen, it’s likely to be a choice between minrathous or treviso. i’ve also seen neve, who loves minrathous more than anything, with an apparently approval-based status that makes her bond-with-you progress slower, makes her completely unable to use supportive spells, and makes her damage spells stronger. do you see where i’m going with this

2. caterina gives us the mission to go get lucanis, but when we return to treviso with him, we’re told she’s been killed in a venatori attack. this is an insane character, with such presence and threat, to show and then suddenly kill off-screen. there’s a few directions they could take this. firstly, there’s no body so maybe she’s alive and the venatori took her for something the same way they took lucanis. secondly, there’s no body so maybe she’s faking her death for, uhhh, some reason. and thirdly, hey, does anyone else think it’s kind of crazy that caterina gets taken out as soon as we come back with the potential person she might name as heir instead of illario? wild timing, right? i’m just saying i would support whoever might or might not have had intense personal motivation to make that happen, and also to then cover it up by, say, blaming the woman lucanis already wants to kill, and then insisting they also be there when that woman is killed, possibly to further cover up what they did. and is in this scene wearing a green belt sash. and whose name rhymes with jillario

3. in videos people keep visually hovering over the decision to trust in varric’s plan to talk down solas or to dissuade him, while they’re talking about how much choices actually matter. we know that it’s possible for him to get stabbed with the dagger and be laid up in the lighthouse “hurt”, but i wonder if that’s only one variation, and we’re actually going to have a real impact there on how much damage is done?

[princessleechan]

“Choi Seungcheol must die” Chapter 13 + [BONUS WRITTEN SCENE]

Masterlist

📌chapter tags: SMAU, inspired by “John tucker must die”, John tucker!seungcheol, college au, revenge fic, jicheolsoo bonding, bonfire dates, kissing lessons, French kissing, an adult man hiding in the back of someone’s jeep, WRITTEN PART UNDERNEATH SCREENSHOTS AND CUTOFF (1.1k wc)

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kissing scene undercut

You can’t help your shaking legs, trembling at the thought of your first kiss in—well, ever—literally seconds before it happens. Were you really gonna do it here? In Seungcheol’s Jeep while you wait for him to grab you can only assume a condom from a friend because what else’s could it be. And Mingyu, whose last name you don't even know.

On the bright side, it wouldn’t be wasted with the sleazy fuckboy Seungcheol. On the other hand, what did you know about Mingyu besides his taste for revenge?

The only conversations you ever had with him was regarding the ‘Choi Seungcheol must die’ schtick, but besides that fact that he’s petty, you don’t know much about him. And now he’s on his way to give you kissing lessons because you decided it was smart to join a scheme like this with no first hand experience.

Who knew the back of your knees could sweat like this?

You spot his dark waves pop from the driver seat window and he waves. Unlocking the doors, you allow him to hop right in the driver seat, making himself at him. He runs his hand through his messy hair and admittedly you stare back stunned. You’ve glimpsed at him the few in person meetings you’ve had—most of information residing group chats to avoid suspicion—but was he always that insanely good looking?

His hands meet in a clap, adjusting to the bizarre situation. “Okay. How much do you know?”

You blank. “Uhhh, movies.”

If you were both in a cartoon, there would be a question mark right above his head.

“Okay, so none.”

“Not everyone kisses and has sex in high school ok. Some of us clearly weren’t part of that crowd,” you stammer defensively.

The photogenic man rolls his eyes. “Okay. Fine, whatever. Just follow my lead, before he comes back.”

His hand comes against your cheek, his palm cool against your flustered skin. You eyes wide as saucers, his gaze meets yours, pericing with unwavering determination. “Look at him interested, but not too interested. Keeping him kind of guessing.

His chest draws nearer, inching closer, almost close enough to evoke the scent of that orange soda he partook from the cooler box by the bonfire and the musky cologne the compliments his natural scent.

“Your breath smells good,” he compliments casually, softly smiling. “That’s a great start.”

“I found some mentos in my purse,” you ramble nervously.

“Good habit. And relax, will you? it’s just a kiss.”

You scoff, visibly offended he’d have to say that.“I know. Shut up.”

Mingyu softly chuckles. “Okay. Come closer.”

You comply, swallowing a lump in your throat. Expertly, Mingyu pulls foward and his nose gently nuzzles against yours, your skin kissing before your lips do. “He’ll like it when you lightly touch him like this. Letting him know you’re expecting it.”

You clear your throat, emptying your mind, and try to ease the tension between your clamped thighs. “Right.”

He soothes you warm cheek with his thumb, barely touching the corner of your mouth. “Maybe softly caress his face, like that. Looking at him of course.”

“I-I’m looking.”

He laughs again. That laugh that’s so light and soft. “Sure. And then…”

His lips meet yours for the first time in a soft and gentle union, molding the part of his lips to the shape of yours. Learning to breathe through your nose, you chase after lips with a ginger cadence. Attempting to replicate his unhurried strides even as your heartbeat quickens, caught in the ebb and flow of your conflicting tempos. Then all you feel is heat. How it festers all over your body. How dulls your surroundings. How it resides in every breath you inhale.

His hand adjust your face higher to meet his, deepening the pressure—longing stinging the surface of your lips—before releasing, pleasantly taken aback by your clumsy, yet fruitful, efforts. “That was good…now you know what comes next. Right…?”

“I-I think so?”

Mingyu’s face lights up with an unmistakable sense of pride, before reuniting your lips, brushing against your bottom lip with his tongue and prodding apart. Peering through a partially open gaze, Mingyu observes your response satisfied as you seamlessly melt into his touch. He immerses himself in the glow of this triumph until your hand lands against his chest, grabbing the fabric of his shirt on a kiss drunken whim. He’s unable to suppress the moans that escape him while he feels you work your jaw eagerly to match his pace, quickly surpassing the basics and evolves into a realm beyond mere educational purposes.

Intoxicated by the tension surged liplock, Mingyu leans over closer to your side of the car, craving closeness, and he gently draws you in by the waist. In the moment, he inhales the shampoo in your hair, the subtle hint of strawberry in your lip balm, and the soft whimpers uttered. It mesmerizingly—putting lightly—and his objective begins to fade in background, lost in the taste of your lips and he’s okay if he’s stuck lucid dreaming forever.

Then there was a tapping. Soon, he discerns it's your hand, subtly signaling him to withdraw. Reluctantly, he complies, visibly heated and puzzled by your sudden pause. "What's wrong?" he asks, confused.

Still dazed, you timidly point to to his pocket. “Your phone. It’s ringing.”

So that’s what this vibrating was.

He pulls it out, the trance fading as reality sets in, and irritation takes over as he deals with the unwelcome interruption. “What? What is it?”

“Dude! He’s literally a couple meters away. Get out!”

“Fuck!”

Mingyu hangs up immediately before turning to you with startled expression. “Seungcheol’s coming.”

Mirroring his expression, you shift your focus from the beach, confirming the claim as Seungcheol stands a considerable distance away. Swiftly redirecting your attention to Mingyu, you say to him pannicked, “What the fuck? Get out.”

“He’s literally right there! He’ll see his door open and me walk out!”

“Then hide! Back seat—Wait no! The trunk!”

“I’m 6’3, what makes you think I’ll fit in his truck?”

“TRY, MINGYU! Try, Okay?”

Skeptical, Mingyu with his long limbs endeavors to claim the backseat and reaches the trunk, impressed at the ample space barely accommodating his large frame. “Wow. Maybe I should get one of these.”

“Shush—Hey! You’re back.”

Mingyu freezes hearing the drivers door open and shut, nearly shitting his pants.

Seungcheol beams back at you, a deep dimple etched in his cheek, savoring your presence as if you were a well-earned prize. “Sorry for the wait. The guys kept insisting I stay longer.”

“All good,” you reassure. “Are you sure you’re okay with leaving early? I feel kind of bad now.”

Shaking his head gently, he takes your hand. "No, let's get you home. It wouldn't feel right to leave you to take an Uber. I want to make sure you're safe."

“Mmmh, okay.”

As the engine begins to rev, you steal a quick glance over the truck's view, a momentary concern flashing across your face before it transforms into a poised smile aimed at your date. "Let's go!"

[wayfayrr]

I've been on a little bit of a first kick recently - so here's a first meeting of reader and him based on this piece of the dolls au by @ovegakart (this amazing comic piece in particular) and on the topic of tagging people I've got some new friends on discord who have a love of first so consider this a gift <3 @fanfic-fairy-fountain @dreaming-of-lu @angry-trashcan @neverchecking <333 enjoy!

[masterlist]

“Hello..? Time… Sky… Link? Is anyone there?”

As if being forced into Hyrule wasn’t bad enough when I was with the chain, now that cursed shadow decides to push it even further by separating me from them? Why not just kill me outright… Is it to try to give the heroes hope? Wouldn’t it be worse for them for it to kill me outright than string them along with false hope?

“IS ANYONE HERE? HELLO??”

Where even am I? It looks like… Oh. Alone in catacombs, yeah if there’s anywhere to be killed by a malicious shadowy entity it would be in catacombs. Are there going to be redeads here?  If the rest of the monsters are anything to go off of it’s going to be much worse dealing with them now. They can’t handle sunlight though, can they? 

Then that means the pile of rubble in the centre here should be the safest place for me to think through the best way to handle all of this. If the shadow really wants to get to me then of course that won’t stop it but I have to try something right? Is sitting on top of what looks like a grave a little disrespectful? Yes. Do I have many options at the minute? No.

“-Wait-!”

WHY IS THE GRAVE SLIDING OPEN - WHAT WAS THAT!? WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE SOMEONE IS YELLING?? 

“What… happened? Where is this place?”

I think without a doubt the sound I’ve just made is the most blood-curdling scream I’ve ever let out and - WHY IS HE COVERING MY MOUTH!?

“I’m sorry I know you’re confus- ACK.”

Was biting him the right option? Probably not! But it’s the only thing I could think of to do seeing as well, I'm not exactly calm at this moment in time. Despite the fact that this man has known me for, what, the span of less than a minute, he seems to have at the very least noticed my panic. Backing off like you would with a scared animal - do I really look that petrified? It’s taking everything in me now to not give into my racing heart. 

“I’m sorry, I must’ve overstepped your boundaries. But please can you not be so loud?”

“....”

“... yeah. Yeah I can be a bit quieter”

“So you uhhh-”

Where do I even start - this man just - He just crawled out of a grave. What do you even respond to that with??? 

“...You come round here often?”

[name]. [name] what the heck was that. That's how you flirt with someone at a bar not speak to a living corpse.

“No, I don’t really?”

“Yeah, I figured. I -”

“Are you alright?”

“Look I’m just a bit overwhelmed, I was separated from my group and dropped here then you- You crawled out of a grave and now I’m just?? I’m just stressed and this is only things that have happened today. Now I know that you’re probably more stressed for obvious reasons, but I’m just - I’m sorry for screaming.”

He took a step closer to me at that, not trying to be intimidating, but more cautious. Asking for permission to touch me with an invitingly open outstretched arm, one that seemed to promise some sort of salvation from all the stress I’ve been feeling. One that I was embarrassingly quick to accept. His touch - His hold, is so warm for someone who should really be so cold, there’s definite comfort in feeling his heart beating as well something that proves he’s alive. It didn’t last for long though, as he pulled himself away, reluctantly if I were being bold in how I was to describe it. His fingers lingered, resting on my arm in such a teasingly wanting way. He’s definitely a link thats for sure, that helps me to be more comfortable around him than I would have been with anyone else. He looks like he’s about to start crying.

I - oh god I’m the first person he’s seen since he came back to life. 

“Are you alright link?”

Was that the wrong thing to say? He hasn’t introduced himself to me,  I shouldn’t have said that. It seems like now it’s his turn to look confused - more so than he already was. 

“you how do you know my name?”

“I just guessed, the group I was with before they - well they all looked similar and went by the same name ‘link’ so I just assumed it was the same with you. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

“No it doesn’t.” Why is he reaching for my face? He’s got such a soft look on his face, do I remind him of someone? He’s been dead so it could be possible I guess, but it feels like there’s more to how he said it than just something that simple. 

“Oh my dearest love...”

His hands are so soft… it’s hard not to just lean into his touch and stay there, but there are more important things to be dealing with right now. As much as I’d prefer to not have these questions answered. 

“What do you mean by that link? I don’t - I don’t think I’ve met you before.”

He’s so warm, I hate the fact that he’s most likely going to stop holding me when he realises I’m not the person he’s really ever going to want in a relationship. 

“You haven’t but, I can already tell that you’ll be my beloved soon enough.”

“I’m sorry? We’ve only just met how can you tell s- ACK”

This has to just be a link thing. What is it that makes them fall so quickly? But to hold someone so tightly when you've only just met them - when you’ve only just come back from death?  That doesn’t seem like a healthy thing for him, not in the slightest. 

Is my shoulder wet?

Why would it be wet - he was tearing up earlier and - no there it is he’s sniffling as if he’s trying his hardest not to cry. Even if he’s mildly delusional how cruel would you have to be to not help someone go through something as tough as this clearly is. It’s not hard to gently rub his back as he cries onto me, it’s not hard to hum to him as he clutches me like a lifeline, it’s not hard to be here for him when I have to do so little for him. 

“Link? Would you like to talk about it? I don’t know you but - but I’ll be here to listen to you.”

“Thank you. It’s simply that I - I don’t know why or how I got here, It’s simply that I woke up in there after everything then I saw you -”

“[name]”

“[name] and well you know what has happened since. I have to thank you for being here though, there’s something about you, some kind of energy that just feels like a part of myself that I lost. You feel like home to me [name]”

With that last sentence, he burrows his head even further into my neck seeking what I can only guess is comfort. He’s probably just desperate for another person's touch right now, rather than him having fallen in love with me from the briefest interaction that didn’t even go that well.   There’s no harm in waiting here with him for a moment though. What could go wrong in this amount of time?

[sickandtwisted01]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x AFAB!READER

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warnings/tags: pre-discussed and consensual somnophilia, no pronouns other than you, slightly unsure Simon, uhhh idk how to spell it but Simon’s being a munch rn

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Simon was a man of great self restraint– it was something he’d always seemed to pride himself on, even from a young age, he’d always had that sense of being able to stop himself in even the most tempting situations. Self-discipline was one of the top things on his list that kept him from doing anything reckless, stupid or idiotic. However, coming home to find you like this… that was unexpected.

You were sprawled out on the bed, blankets wrapped in your limbs like a ribbon with spots of exposed skin in just the right places, your stomach, your upper body, one long leg. You had on a tank top, a pair of rather skimpy black underwear and nothing else– it was almost like you’d planned on tempting him and of course, this was a conversation you’d had with Simon. He usually came home early in the mornings, around 4:30 or 5:00am, when you were still wrapped up in the loving embrace of sleep. There were other circumstances that’d brought the topic up, though. How Simon’s low sex drive fluctuated and the urge to be buried deep inside of you hit at the most random times, usually just as early as his returns home.

That was how the conversation was brought up and you were the one to mention it. “You know… you could just…” Your voice trailed off, eyes shifting Simon’s face for a moment before darting away.

“Just what?” Simon questioned back, gaze lifting to meet yours. “Oh, don’t be nervous, lovey.” He cooed gently, sensing the anxiety radiating off of your body. He pulled you closer, into his lap. He placed three gentle kisses against your face lovingly, humming as his arms wrapped around your torso, “What could I just do?” He hummed against your ear.

While his loving reassurance was kind, and seemed to ease some of the anxiety in you, it didn’t all leave. “You could just… fuck me while I’m asleep, if you wanted.” You told him softly, not daring to meet his gaze.

At first, the idea was one that Simon just seemed to laugh off. It felt… too close for comfort on the lines of what he thought was right, or wrong. Taking advantage of you– even if you’d given previous consent, in a state where you felt safe, vulnerable and comfortable just wasn’t something he really was interested in doing.

But… now, taking in the frame of your body, the way your face was completely relaxed and as beautiful as ever with the moonlight shining over your body from the window to the right of the bed… he was seemingly rethinking this. The man leaned over, placing his duffle bag down beside the entrance of your room as he came over to the bed.

Gingerly Simon reached out and gripped the edges of the plush blankets that kept him from taking in every inch of you. He hesitated for just a moment before pulling it back, taking a moment to bask in the glory that was you, your body, your presence. It all filled him as soon as he peeled the material back– this was new for him, slightly exciting, a bit nerve-wracking. You’d asked him to do this. That was what he had to keep reminding himself in an attempt to calm the nerves that had now taken place in his stomach and he hadn’t even really done anything yet.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, springs groaning and creaking under his weight. He reached out slowly, brushing hair from your sleeping face. He hummed gently, hand cupping the side of your face for a moment as his thumb ran along the height of your cheekbone. He stayed like this for a second or two, simply watching you and allowing himself to feel comfortable enough to do what he really wanted to.

Dark eyes raked over your body, his hand following the movement until his hand and gaze rested on your abdomen. You didn’t stir– always such a hard sleeper, which, he supposed was working to his favor at this moment. He crept lower, into the waistband of your underwear. The man let out a gentle exhale as his fingers found the heat of your folds, index finger prodding at your entrance while his thumb brushed teasingly at your clit. Testing the waters, seeing how you’d react. Your body twitched, a pleasured sigh escaping your parted lips. This was enough encouragement for a bit of confidence to well in Simon’s chest. He removed himself from the invasion of your underwear, moving to sit between your legs. His fingers hooked into each side of the thin layer of fabric restricting his access to you, slowly pulling them down your legs. Warmed palms followed, tossing the material aimlessly behind him.

He hummed, large palms parting your thighs gently. He took a moment to drink in the beauty of your unclothed frame before his tall frame leaned down, licking a broad stripe along your core. The sound that escaped your still sleeping body was like music to his ears, only more encouragement for him to continue. The second your taste hit his tongue, he was to work. His tongue is latched onto your clit, eye fluttering closed as he allows his instincts to take over.

Simon’s hands stayed rested on either of your thighs, placing a minimal amount of pressure as he held them open to keep his access to your body, despite your beginning stages of movement– which was not something new, you were just as squirmy for him while awake and conscious. He swirled his tongue around your clit, humming gently against the bundle of nerves. A wicked grin spread across his lips as he felt your hips start to roll against his face a bit, small whines and whimpers escaped you.

You were stirring, and by the way you were moving, Simon could only assume you’d be awake sometime soon. The wet muscle that was providing your unaware body with so much pleasure dipped down, finding it’s way into your entrance. The moment it did so, a quickened breath caught in your throat. Your hands reached out, lacing into Simon’s short locks. Your eyes opened to slits, brows furrowing lightly. “Fuck… yes…” You hissed out, back arching lightly as you basically forced poor Simon’s head to stay buried in your sex.

Your head lifted a bit, breathing out heavily as his tongue plunged in and out of your body, hips bucking against his face. “Please, Simon, please– fuck, don’t… don’t stop.” You managed out, voice breathy and still filled with the grips of slumber. Simon was more than happy to oblige, your broken words and hiccuped noises only seemed to encourage his actions.

The familiar heat of orgasm coiled in your abdomen as his tongue pressed into that perfect, sweet spot nestled deep within your body. Your brows furrowed, eyes squeezing closed as you let out a gentle groan, “That’s it, right there…” You spoke, moaning as Simon’s tongue thrust inside of you as deep as he could. Your back arched further, fingers pulling lightly at the strands of hair zipped between your grip. Your orgasm ripped through your body, a harsh breath escaping first and then the reverb of your moans. Simon’s assault on your core stopped, but he stayed between your legs, still suckling at your clit to help ride out the lingering waves of the orgasm crashing over your body.

It was two minutes or so before he stopped, and you’d let your tightened grip on his head go. He hummed gently, fingers stroking along your abdomen as he looked up to you. There was a small smile on his face as he reached out, placing his hand back against your face. He moved so he was atop of you, hovering over your body. His mouth was glistening with your juices but that didn’t seem to phase him, he brought his free hand up to wipe against his mouth, “Sweet as ever.” He spoke softly, leaning up to place gentle kisses against your neck and jaw.

You hummed back, arms wrapping around his shoulders loosely. You basked silently in the kisses, humming as you tilted your head towards him. Your eyes closed slowly, “Missed you so much…” You tell him softly, fingers toying with the back of his hairline.

He leans down, forehead resting against yours. “I missed you, too, lovie.” He whispered back, kissing against your cheek twice before moving to lay next to you. He pulled you against his body, covering you both up. “Get back to sleep, yeah?” He spoke gently, running a hand along your back. “We can continue this in the morning…. let you rest up a bit.”

There’s a small huffed laugh that escapes your throat, but you don’t have much fight. You nodded against Simon’s chest. “Yeah…” You muttered, “That sounds… like a really good idea.” You whispered out softly, eyes closing as you nuzzled your body against his side.

[soobadnoonecanstopher]

Can I Stay? (A Baekhyun Story) Part 18.

Pairing: You x Baekhyun

Rating: M (Mature)

Word Count: 8K

Warnings: uhhh. smut (aka the real plot) and not much else. Dirty talk I guess. Just a couple of sillies being silly at work. Fraud.

A romance between two adults with an unspecified age difference between them, an English story that uses the word Noona for lack of another word in English that carries the same feeling, if you don’t like this, then don’t read this story.

Tag list: @andimoon @his-mochi-cheeks

Links: Part 1, …., Part 17, Part 18, Part 19

You were full. You were absolutely filled to the rim.

Baekhyun’s hands had a tremble of unsteadiness when he pulled his fingertips away from your left hand and those fingertips moved to touch so lightly just over your face. More so than the connection, his delicate touch on your cheek felt more like confirmation that this was real; that you were really standing here in front of him wearing the ring he had just put on your finger and, oh, you were filled. You were overwhelmed to the tipping point.

You could burst at the seams.

You had to close your eyes. You had to hold your breath and his fingers slipped along the skin of your face moving so slowly that the silence in this closed-up office magnified the feeling of his warm palm as he laid it on your face.

“Thank you,” a small whisper from his lips pulled eyelids open. You found his eyes watching your face and deep within them, a dreamy far away focus that flitted over your features but never quite sunk down, “for loving me the way I love you. I —”

He pulled in a sharp inhale and his eyebrows trembled over his eyes, “I don’t know what would have become of me if you hadn’t.”

What you felt then was a culmination. You hadn’t been able to touch him all day and here he was, at last, within reach of your fingers, your hands, your lips.

You lifted a hand to his face, feeling deep inside your chest just as he must have felt when he lightly touched your face.

This beautiful man was yours.

The first few touches of your thumb were light as you outlined the shape of his bottom lip, along the edge with a slow and careful whisper of a touch. You felt the shape of it. The clear edge that you followed with the pad of your thumb. You felt the warm puffs of air from his parting lips when he opened his mouth and when your wandering thumb pressed, the soft flesh of his lip gave so easily; his lips parted further and the slight dampness of the inside of his mouth before you felt the hint of a nibble; wet teeth biting into the flesh of your thumb. The warm and wet tip of his tongue touching where his teeth released and the only sound from your chest was the stuttered breath as he did it.

Baekhyun moved into you then. He gripped your hand inside of his own; dipped his face, he pressed a warm kiss into the palm of your hand.

Your mind recognized that the spot his fingertips gripped, where the tight hold of his index finger and thumb held, was where that metal ring encircling your ring finger.

His soft lips opened and once again you felt the smallest pull from his mouth when his teeth bit down onto the heel of your palm. He let go instantly, leaving behind a path of moisture as his mouth moved.

He held your hand securely within his own and he lifted your hand up while his face dipped again as he moved his lips lower; trailing kisses on your inner wrist and another dip gave way to another kiss on your forearm. You could weep from the want you felt building inside of your belly.

Baekhyun stepped into you, one hand holding your arm against him and his other arm slipped firmly around your waist and he pulled you into his body. You felt the unimaginable warmth of him over the front of you and with the step he took you were out of places to go. And that hand, still gripping your left hand, the hand that wore the ring, firmly held up over his shoulder — he still held onto you in so many ways with that iron grip of his.

The hard edge of your desk dug into your hips. And his eyes, they feasted over your face with a familiar hunger that you’d also been denying yourself all day.

You felt yourself melting into him and his intentions; however forbidden they might be. You’d give him anything he asked of you right now.

His hand wandered down from the small of your back, sliding down over your hip as he moved you gasped when he hooked his fingers behind your knee; pulling up roughly; making your gasp turn into a whine. Such a small yet telling sound. This man couldn’t possibly be prepared for what he was doing to you right now. You were pinned between his firm body and the desk. Your knees parted as much as your skirt allowed and his hips pressed into you as he leaned in and you knew, you knew the incredible danger of this situation. Your mind screamed out an alarm that you shushed quickly on the grounds of your very recent presidentially granted immunity. On the grounds that you wanted him and everything else outside of this room could be damned.

Had your skirt been looser at the knees you know you would have parted fully for him. You knew, had your clothing allowed it, you would relish in this fully; maybe even encourage this — you were even prepared to beg for it. Right now this skirt was your only real link to reality and you cursed the stupid thing for getting in the way.

It felt like a slow dance; he placed your left hand over his shoulder, letting go when he was satisfied that you would keep ahold of him there.

He had you in a trance. He left your hand on the back of his neck and your fingers wandered through the hair at his nape. Your mind whirled as you searched his face for the darkness you were sure to find in his gaze. His eyes were closed though; as that hand moved down the length of your arm, traveling slowly as he moved past your shoulder, running even slower over the side of your breast with a deliberate thumb that passed over your nipple; then down your ribs to your waist where at last he remained. When he bit down on his lips, his whole body tensed and tightened around you and he picked you up, placing you in front of him. He could have you here. You felt worked up enough to let him.

You were made to sit before him atop of your own desk in your own office, placed there by your own assistant, your knees still constricted by the tightness of your skirt but not enough to be unable to feel his hips placed just between them. Not far enough. The overwhelming warmth that had built up between your bodies took your breath away.

A few things were evident at once.

You wanted him to kiss you. You craved it like the oxygen you also craved. He didn’t. Like your lungs that refused to cooperate; the man also made no moves to close the distance between his lips and yours. You wanted him to push your skirt up higher on your thighs so you could feel him closer to you. You wanted those hands running up your bare thighs; slipping off your panties, gripping your ass roughly as he pulled you into the hardness you already knew would be his current state. Oh the relief you could have with him pushing inside if you.

He didn’t move.

His hands remained fixed stubbornly on your waist and all over his body, every muscle seemed tensed up and rigid — and his eyes, those stayed closed as he refused to look into your face. If he looked, if he only just looked he would see and he would know just how badly you craved for him to do something.

“I think I need to leave this room right now.” His words came out through his tightly clenched jaw and his pulled-tight lips.

As soon as the declaration was out, he moved.

He took his hands off of you and held them up, took a step back and away, breaking the connection with a wince on his face and a low groan that came from somewhere deep within his belly.

The room spun. He was gone. You felt insane. Your hands were empty and you had to set them on the top of the desk to keep from toppling off without him holding you.

Honestly this felt like an out of body experience.

You definitely didn't feel like yourself.

Why? Why did he have to go? Didn’t he need you as badly as you needed him?

Baekhyun had already made his way out of the area behind your desk, had turned his back to you, and was standing facing the bookshelf that lined your wall, no doubt collecting himself as best as he could.

You knew he was right to stop this. You even tried to tell yourself this and if only these words could break through the burning have that surged up hot inside of your belly, perhaps one day you may even accept this.

If only your rational mind had been anywhere to be found, perhaps you would simply let it go, let him leave your office to go find something else to occupy his time and his body and his hands.

Instead you looked down at yourself as you sat here atop of your desk with a glance at the expensive outfit you wore, from head to toe, even underneath, down to the underwear that lay hidden below the skirt. Even the shoes on your feet; the makeup on your face; and the final, opulent touch — the several carat-sized diamond ring that adorned your ring finger — all of it, everything that touched your skin had been from him. It was all Baekhyun. He was everything and he was everywhere except for where you wanted him to be and you could feel a genuine ‘petulant child who hadn’t gotten her way’ fit brewing up hot inside of you.

You felt as if you had become a completely different person and the urge to speak loosened your tongue, filling your lungs with air and pushed forward with the sudden curious mood, you opened your mouth to call out to him.

You heard the ire. You felt too far gone to be embarrassed by it.

“Assistant Byun.”

This was very unlike you. The sound of your voice using his title in this way pulled his posture straight and his head ticked in your direction, not turning around fully as he did it and definitely not looking at your face.

You were acting like a brat. You lifted your arms and crossed them over your chest with a puff of air from your nose and a serious frown growing on your face the longer you let this nasty mood sink in.

It was the sting of being denied all day long. The burn of being so close to getting what you wanted only to be denied again.

“Don't get mad,” Baekhhyun said, “I’m sorry I got carried away.” His words pacified but there was something else happening just under the surface. You knew him inside and out by now and you could hear it. It did not help the mood.

His tone felt teasing. Despite the apology said with his words, you could hear the amusement in his voice. Whatever fit you were throwing right now seemed to stroke the right part of his ego. You could see the concealed smile on his face now that he had turned around to look at you again. With the spin of his body, he gave you his full attention again and he took a step closer to where you sat stewing on this desk of yours. He was close enough that if you so wished, you could reach forward, grab him by the arms and pull him back into you. Your mind played all sorts of these scenarios for you and you had to shake them away.

“I’m not mad,” you said with a defensive lift of your chin and a purse of your lips. You had uncrossed your arms now and you let your gaze fall down over yourself, holding your left hand out in front of you into the sunbeam that filtered through the blinds; watching the way the diamond sparked and threw flames all around the room as you did it.

“I’m just worried that I might actually fail my assignment. I heard she’s wearing your ring.” You kicked your feet, pointing your toes as you showed off the heels you wore. You tilted your ankle and loosened a heel, following with your eyes as it fell off your foot and tumbled to the floor. Feeling reckless, you ran your left hand over your skirt lightly, slipping your fingertips below the hem and allowing the fabric to pull up higher on your thigh as you did it. “In fact, she’s even wearing the panties you bought her. She’s covered from head to toe…by you.”

“What are you doing? The door isn’t even locked, Noona,” Baekhyun said in a matter-of-fact tone with absolutely no confusion in his eyes about what your little act was about. His eyes narrowed in your direction and you shot him a mirrored expression.

“And what would you do if it was?” You looked into his face as you asked him this question. You felt the tiny twitch as your eyebrow danced up on your forehead. This was a challenge now. The message was clearly received but he did not make any movements at all.

He stood his ground and watched your face and his small smile settled into a flat line as his quiet staring went on.

Baekhyun was quiet for so long that you began to feel the first real hints of doubt creep into your mind.

Maybe he was right all along to resist this.

This was a bad idea. You were the wrong one.

This was you giving into your every weakness when it came to him and perhaps it was finally time for some bad ideas to be retired. After today he wouldn't even have any reason to be in your office with you, much less be in here alone with you. After today the chance for this kind of mistake would vanish. After today these sinful fantasies of yours could finally be laid to rest.

His slow blinking was interrupted by a quiet exhale from his open mouth and with the breath his eyelids sank half closed before he pulled his upper lip in between his teeth. He bit down as those same eyes flitted closed. It was such a subtle change yet you knew, you knew. This was acquiescence. You caught the bob of his throat as he swallowed and his lips parted again before he spoke just under his breath.

“You know what I would do. I told you about it last night.”

This came out as a whisper.

It hit you square in the chest.

This man belonged to you in more ways than perhaps you’d even known. He would give you whatever you wanted, in spite of yourself.

Somehow, harnessing every bit of self resolve you had left, you managed to keep his dark eyes held tight with your own long enough to push your body off of this desk and stand on your own two feet before him.

Something must have snapped inside of you when you took the first step. The second step had a wave of motion rolling through his body. He lifted a hand to rub his palm over the entirety of his face and rocked back and forth on his feet. When you turned away from him to make your way toward the door, you heard the smallest breathy moan come from somewhere behind you. That sound heated you from the inside.

Locking the door was easy. All it took was a single flick of the wrist and out rang a click that resonated through the now private space. You felt that click within your chest. It sent a wave of goosebumps over your skin.

The moment you locked the door and turned back around to face him, that rush of courage that had propelled you to do this had changed into something else. Something more desperate.

Baekhyun watched you as he leaned a hip against your desk. His posture sagged; a stance not unlike defeat if you had to name it something. The man had lost. His pretty hands hung down between his parted thighs and his head lolled to the side with half closed eyelids and his mouth, that pretty mouth, with the corners that turned down naturally, pink from his teeth biting down, had a tremor that moved with each labored breath that left his lungs.

This look on his face — you’d seen it before, countless times in the quiet intimate moments when you had him completely to yourself — but to see it here, in this place — your hands were quick and you reached for the blue fabric of the tie that hung around his neck.

You’d been doomed from the moment he sent that girl away. From the second he closed himself up in here with you with nearly every other staff member having already left for the day, save for maybe the lonely cleaning person. The sun outside of your window had sagged low on the horizon and you’d had enough of going without his lips, his hands, his love, to last you for the rest of your life.

You weren’t rash about it. You didn’t yank or pull him down into you by the tie. You didn’t need to. The moment you held onto that strip of fabric his eyes slipped down to touch upon your hand and then for the briefest of seconds you had his eyes cradled in yours. Even that was brief. The view of him blurred when you tugged gently; catching his lips with your mouth. He moved into you so easily and the second his lips touched yours you felt lost.

His mouth was hot. It was wet and it was demanding. His hands reached for your face and he held onto both of your cheeks as he kissed you, angling his face as his tongue pushed inside. Pulling on your bottom lip with teeth. Coming back again and again until you both shook and trembled and gasped for air.

Eight hours, while a completely reasonable and normal time to go without someone, felt like an eternity now that you finally had him to yourself.

You had him pinned to your desk and out of frustration you’d managed to pull the skirt up just enough to straddle his thigh.

His hands wandered over your ass. His fingertips dug in hard into the backs of your thighs and when he pulled you down onto his lap his thigh muscle tensed hard between your legs. This felt too good. With as turned on as you were, the pressure of him pulling you hard into his thigh again and again had you writhing.

In the back of your mind, you recognized that this should be quiet. Sure much of the office should be empty by now but there was no telling who might wander by and fall within ear shot.

The problem was your boyfriend had a way of making you forget yourself. One particular pass over his thigh hit exactly in the right spot between your legs and your small whimper might have come out a little too loud. The sound that escaped made him move. It had him hissing out a shushing sound and you felt his lips cover your open mouth at the same time as he wrapped strong arms tightly around your waist.

You felt the world spin curiously. Man-handled might be the right word for this. You certainly had a man all over you.

Baekhyun had you sitting on top of your desk again. Only this time there was no restraint. He was pressed up well between your legs, you could feel every bit of the hardness and heat and arousal against you. He pushed against you, desperate for the friction the action brought. Your conscious desire for discretion faded more with every new push. His forehead was pressed up against yours and when he pulled his lips off of your mouth, it was for a purpose. This man seemed to be the more in control between the two of you. Between the rough kisses came small gasps for air and from his mouth he came a whispered shushing sound. “You need to be quiet,” he whispered into your open mouth. “You are going to get us caught,” he threatened between wet kisses.

His hands were moving at the same time though and the heat from his palms made his words feel so far away. You felt the change in temperature as he pushed at the fabric of your skirt high up on your thighs. You felt the cold wood of the desk under your ass. You had to reach a hand down to try and shove a few papers out of the way, not quite liking the way the thicker folders scratched your skin but before you could be annoyed by the single sheet of paper that remained stuck to you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you forward roughly, covering your mouth with his again when you threatened to make another sound.

Baekhyun had hands on you. He had a hand around your waist and one between your legs and you trembled when he slipped aside your panties and you felt the first rubs of his thumb within your wetness, over your swollen center. Each pass had you a whimpering and moaning mess, you always felt so weak to him; so easily affected by everything he did. He knew where to touch you too. Always listening to your cues; always watching your face too closely. Each touch brought involuntary sounds and each sound from you had him shushing, silencing, telling you how very important it was for you to keep quiet; again and again, inside your ear when he wasn’t stealing his air directly from your mouth to physically stop you from making noises.

“Do you know how hard you make me? How badly I want you? Shhhh….Fuck, you are wet. Shhh… You make me fucking crazy — with how much I want you.”

Despite his frantic attempts to keep you quiet, the whispered confessions spoken into your face as he looked right into your eyes had the opposite effect on you. There was nothing silencing about his words. You felt out of control.

“Baekhyun,” you breathed out into his ear, gripping tightly around his shoulders, you let your fingernails dig into him over the dress shirt he still wore and you gasped out loud to feel him shifting himself between your legs. You lost one of his hands as he flipped his necktie over his shoulder and then you heard the buckle of his belt — the quick zipper of his pants and the movement of fabric and when the feeling of his warmth returned rather than his teasing fingers you felt the smooth hardness of his dick as he slipped passed the panties, slipped easily into your wetness, and he pushed inside of you completely in a shockingly rough single motion.

It took your breath away.

Your mouth flew open and as soon as he entered you, a hand landed squarely over your wide open mouth, muffling the sounds you could not help but make.

“All I do is want.” He was shaking. It was the effects of you that you could see written all over his pretty face. He had gone motionless with his eyes rolling back; feeling too much at once and fighting to keep himself from making a sound. His breaths came out short and stuttered. He was reeling and he was struggling and then he was moving. He needed the motion. He needed the friction.

“All I do is want,” Baekhyun said again. He was pushing. You rocked into him.

And he was pushing roughly. “All I do is want you.”

You felt yourself losing. Losing the fight to keep quiet, losing the desire to even give a damn about where you were as he fucked you.

But his hand over your mouth was too tight. His hips pushed hard with a quick rhythm and even if you had wanted to cry out; this man wouldn’t allow it to slip. He was speaking to you again just as you let your eyes drift close, you heard his labored whisper.

“Open your eyes.” His voice was low and rough. You found his dark eyes watching you. He was whispering directly into your ear, every single word of his no louder than a gnat buzzing around the room.

“This is what you wanted, right, Miss Manager? Look at where we are. Do you like being fucked at work? In your office — by your Assistant — with your team just outside?”

You could not help but obey. You looked across the room toward the door with its single, flimsy lock. Your eyes drifted over the closed blinds that lined the glass windows that sometimes looked over the floor of the office; where your team sat. Where they worked hard for you. Where they looked up to you and gave you their utmost respect and faith; their dear manager who would never…never…

The discord that surged inside of your mind in that moment was shocking. You closed your eyes to shut out the realization that perhaps you did like this. You liked this. You liked it enough to demand it from him. Perhaps giving into your darkest fantasies was part of what had you so very turned on and affected and absolutely desperate for this to happen — for him to fuck you here.

He felt the change in you. The way Baekhyun was able to read you was unreal. His lips were back at your ear, whispering, “I can feel you. You can cum. I’ll keep you quiet, baby, cum for me.”

He was a drug. You were lost to him; definitely addicted to his dangerous words and even more sinful actions and as he spoke you struggled to breathe through your nose as your eyes drifted closed again, losing yourself to the sensations that were overwhelming. Between his dick, his hands, and whispered truths, you were overcome and shaking.

The room was spinning. You could feel the after effects all over your body and Baekhyun’s rhythm and pace shifted as his efforts stuttered and grew shallower. You could already feel the mess between your legs just from your own body; but the idea of his mess too had a slight concern manifesting in your mind. You didn’t have another pair of panties. It wasn’t as if you had planned for this to happen. A tempting idea slipped inside of your head with his next push into you and you felt yourself smiling despite the hand over your mouth. His breathing was changing and you lifted a hand to lay over his, pulling it down so you could speak.

You had his attention; only just. His eyes were drifting. You had only seconds to say it.

You leaned, placing your lips right up to his ear, feeling the warmth from his soft skin against your cheek. You could smell the delicious scent of his warm skin and a light cologne fragrance he wore and you whispered the quiet request close enough to kiss his earlobe with your wet lips, “I want to worship you, my love — let me taste you.”

There was a pause amidst his trembling and through his small breaths from his parted lips, he bit down and you saw the smallest nod of understanding from him.

You heard his whispered curse that he could not help when you dropped to the floor in front of him. Your bare knees burned from the roughness of the carpet. The moment your tongue touched the tip of him he was just as lost as you had been. Just as addicted to the feeling of you. His hands gripped tightly over your ears and you tasted the culmination of every single forbidden sin that had transpired in this closed space with the two of you.

It was only a moment from when you pulled him inside completely and sucked down to when the tension inside of his body crested — every one of his muscles clenched tight and the tremors inside of him fluttered atop of your tongue. You swallowed every drop the moment the bitter taste hit the back of your tongue and even the man of absolute silence and self control, in that moment when he came inside of your mouth, with you on your knees worshiping every drop of him, he gasped out loud with a deep grunt from within his abdomen.

Oh no. It was loud. He had lost control and while you couldn’t help the undeniable flattery that came with his mistake, the reality also sent a flash of nerves straight through your chest. It was a sound that could not possibly be mistaken for anything other than sex.

You pulled back, wiping the corners of your mouth and looked up at him with alarm on your face. Baekhyun wore a silent shell-shocked expression that gradually turned into a wince on his face at his own slip. You heard a definite curse muttered under his breath. He looked toward the door for a moment and it seemed that the sex spell had been thoroughly broken with his release. You watched in amusement as he recovered himself quite instantly. The clarity in your capable and responsible assistant’s eyes returned.

He was moving quickly, slipping himself back into his pants and you raised your eyebrows with a small smile in his direction while you did the same with straightening out your clothing. Your balance was shaky and you rested against the desk as you pulled your skirt down over your thighs; hearing the rattle of a sheet of paper falling to the floor from where you’d been sitting on your desk.

Your ears sharpened and you held your breath as you listened for anything at all that might be happening outside of that door such as the sound of a priest or perhaps a cops’ siren. You even craned your ears for the sound of your own mother’s disappointed voice as if your sins in this room could conjure up any and all sorts of comeuppance you were past due for.

You heard nothing and after a few moments the distant sounds of a heavy duty vacuum cleaner sounded out somewhere quite far away. The cleaners only worked when the offices were completely empty. You felt as if you’d just gotten away with murder.

“Baek, that was a loud sound,” you whispered with a teasingly judgmental tone in your voice and you turned to pick up the things that had fallen. It was kind of a mess now. A few documents had definitely gotten wrinkled under your ass. You’d probably have to reprint some things.

He was fastening his belt. “You were so much louder than me,” he mimicked your whisper and his eyes followed the movement of the falling sheet of paper.

It only took you one good look at it for you to know what it was. The sheet of paper that had fallen, the very same one that you were sitting on as he fucked you and had gotten wrinkled and smudged and actually wet from the sex. It took only one solid moment of true focus and you reached down in an instant — snatching that achingly familiar single sheet of paper up and hiding it behind your back.

Oh no. Not this paper. Any sheet of paper but this sheet of paper.

Baekhyun was sharp. Baekhyun was intelligent and observant and Baekhyun, while easily prone to caving to your every whim, and very easily distracted by things like your lips or your hips or your boobs; he had been, in fact, for the better part of the year, your actual, honest-to-god Assistant. The very same Assistant had printed these things up for you to complete at the end of the project; as this was one of your many required duties as a manager.

He was watching you with furrowed brows and he was not moving. His lips were pursed in thought and he lifted a single hand to point his index finger toward you; clearly directed toward the wrinkled and wet sheet of paper that you foolishly thought you might be able to hide behind your back right now. The sheet of paper with his own complete legal name written very neatly at the top.

He made a questioning, humming sound and licked his lips; his finger still pointing you out.

“Did we just have sex on top of my performance review?”

You dropped your chin, dropped your eyes and bit down on your lip with a slight frown on your face. Of all the things for the sex to happen on —

“On my official employee performance review!?”

You weren’t quite ready to admit to it, but you had no choice. He’d already recognized what this was and, hell, he had been the one to print the stupid thing. That was his own handwriting at the top that had filled out his own name and employee number.

“The one that has already been signed and stamped and validated by the other department heads — did you —,” he dropped his voice, “cum,” whispering scandalously, “on my official employee performance review?

“Is that a wet spot on my official employee performance review?”

You brought your hands around to the front, gingerly holding the sheet of paper up with your fingertips by both corners.

It really was a mess. The wet spot had made it nearly transparent.

Baekhyun’s hand flew up to cover his open mouth and he gasped out loud in genuine shock.

“What do we do?” You asked through gritted teeth and you felt your face scrunch up into an exaggeratedly worried pout.

“We?” His eyes were wide and his words came out muffled from below his hand, “We?” He asked again and your pout deepened as you held the paper up higher. Baekhyun’s hands extended toward the sheet and he stopped halfway, retreating back into himself and you heard the first stifled snort of a laugh break free from his chest.

“W-We?” He laughed again, harder now. It seemed to take over his words entirely even though you got the gist of what he was saying. His one word, that indignant question he asked only emphasized what you already knew. This mess was definitely your own making. This document was supposed to have been filed yesterday and the only reason why it was even still here was because you were so distracted by having tons of sex with your boyfriend that it simply slipped your mind.

You reached out an index finger and touched the paper. It really was very wet and the moment you poked it with your fingernail, a small hole tore through. It was in the spot with your Director’s signature.

Baekhyun had gotten his breathing under control for a moment but when you held the sheet up and looked through the hole you heard another loud snort and he was covering his face with both hands and laughing again, very loudly.

“We need to make another one. Are you any good at forging signatures?”

You were thoroughly in crisis mode now and Baekhyun’s giggles settled down only long enough to answer your ridiculous question.

He looked into your worried face and his expression settled into one of absolute determination. “I am … amazing at forging signatures.”

You heard a curious excitement in his voice and he spun on his heels, and made his way around your desk; pulling out your office chair and sitting down as he logged in to your workstation with your password and even grabbed your cell phone; unlocking it with his own thumbprint so he could enter the two-factor access code.

You watched him with a mixture of amazement and horror as he seamlessly navigated through your computer to find the blank file. A few seconds later your printer was working and he leaned back in your chair with a sweet, innocent smile on his face.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “How long has your fingerprint been able to unlock my phone?”

He lifted his eyebrows and glanced toward the printer with a small lift of his chin, motioning that you should focus on grabbing that fresh sheet of paper instead of asking silly questions about your dear boyfriend’s complete lack of boundaries.

“Chop-chop, Miss Manager. We have to evaluate my performance.”

He was right. This was an urgent and time sensitive matter and any other points you had to make with him could wait for another time.

So you gritted your teeth, not wanting to somehow imply to him that him taking these sorts of privileges with you was just okay, and you reluctantly turned to grab the paper from the printer, returning to his side at your desk expecting him to get up so you could sit down and fill this thing out.

Baekhyun didn’t move, but he did make himself seem even more relaxed and comfortable in your chair.

You looked down at him in question and after a few moments he lifted a casual hand and patted his knee.

You looked down at his knee and back up into his face.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

He laughed and reached forward, gripping you by the arm and pulling you into him. You stumbled exactly where he wanted and found yourself sitting right on his lap. He was warm. He smelled nice.

“I’m not the one who made the mess and now has to make her boyfriend an accomplice in some light fraud.”

His tone was playful but his knees were boney and hard. You wiggled some, moving yourself up higher into his much softer thighs and he wrapped an arm around your waist and leaned around your shoulder to look down at the paper you slowly began filling out; keeping the ruined original right next to it making some attempt to match the words you’d originally used.

“So how was my performance, Noona?”

You glanced to your side to catch his playful eyes and shrugged with a light smile on your lips. You had a bit of a hunch that he wasn’t talking about the performance review, but you played along anyway.

“I said only good things, and I meant all of them.”

“Mhmm,” He nodded his head and his arms constricted around your waist. It didn’t really feel as if he was paying complete attention. You felt his nose nuzzle into your neck lightly and he inhaled a slow breath taken from the surface of your skin.

The exhale heated your skin quickly and your pen slipped. You made a mistake. The original document was perfect and this one now had a completely different letter.

You groaned out an annoyed sound and he lifted his face and looked over your shoulder again with half curiosity, half amusement.

“Baby, just write a different word. Consider this the beginning of our life of crime together. Write down that I made you cum three times.”

“Baekhyun. I came once. We are at work, why would I come three times, at work?” This brought out a loud laugh from deep within his chest and he was shaking you so much with his laughter that you had to lift your pen up into the air to keep it out of the way of the form so you didn't make any more mistakes. His silly mood had infected you and you felt uncharacteristically playful as his giggles below your lap jostled you about. With as much as he was moving his legs, you were pretty sure he was bouncing you on purpose.

“Oh, all of a sudden you have a conscience? Are you listening to yourself? Why are you seducing your engaged assistant at work in the first place? You maniac. Say four times instead. Go big or go home. I’m a sex god and they need to know it.”

You turned to look at him again, nodding your head twice slowly before you leaned back to give him a kiss on the lips to placate the silliest, and loveliest man in the whole world.

When you were done with the form you started to get up so he could work his forgery magic with the signatures but Baekhyun had other ideas, of course. You found yourself trapped by him as he simply wrapped his arms around you, caging you in entirely as he careened his neck to see both forms in order to get the forged signatures to look identical; all while keeping you on his lap, inside his embrace and within squeezing distance.

When he was finished it actually looked pretty damn good and out of an abundance of caution, you both exited your office (den of iniquity, he called it) one at a time, just in case anyone might be in the vicinity.

The building was as deserted as you hoped it would be and you’d made it halfway toward the elevator alone when you felt a warm body step in line beside you. You were ready for the polite head nod, the half casual glance in his direction and the friendly farewell as you wished him all the best in his future role and endeavors.

What you hadn’t expected was the warm arm he draped around your shoulders and the way he leaned in to place the smallest kiss on your cheek.

This was outside of your office (sin den), this was outside of what was safe and what was okay and you eked out a gasped of shock as you took a step to the side, removing yourself from under his arm.

“Nobody is here,” he said defensively, with a wide smile on his face, “I just want to walk with my woman.”

You were too weak to that smile of his. His teeth were pretty and his pink cheeks popped as his eyes beckoned to you. When he pushed his lips down into the smallest pout you let out a single long sigh. It was all he needed. His smile returned wide and beautiful and you just let him rest his arm over your shoulders as you both walked side by side to the elevator door.

He leaned forward to push the button first and he was talking now as you both waited. Telling you about his plans for the wrap party and about how he had to be out during the day tomorrow for an appointment somewhere but he would see you there. He asked about what you were wearing and you told him it was a surprise. You had long ago picked out your dress, a sexy flashy little thing, and you didn’t think he needed to know the details about it before he actually saw you in it.

You’d never before been so damn excited about one of these events, but the mere thought about seeing him there, dressed up in his fancy suit or maybe even a tux, getting to dance with him together, it all filled you with a bubbly anticipation.

The elevator dinged and you had been so lost in the thoughts of things to come that you simply forgot about the comfort of the man’s arm so casually draped around your shoulders as he leaned in close to your ear, giggling, and quite obviously flirting next to you. You’d simply forgotten. Just as you had simply forgotten to submit his performance review yesterday.

The doors open and to your horror a real life human being was standing inside of the elevator, clearly on their way down to the ground floors, or in this case to the sub-level where his own private car would be waiting to drive him to his Presidential sized mansion and you have never, in your entirety of existence moved so quickly.

You let out a poorly disguised, very loud fake cough. It was some explosive sound designed to disengage and confuse all parties around. It was not your best acting job but it was all you could come up with.

Baekhyun was quick and his arm moved to pat you on the back roughly, a bit too roughly in his haste. His quick thumps stung.

He was laughing awkwardly and you were looking up with what you were sure was red hot embarrassment on your face into the eyes of President Byun, Baekhyun’s father.

“She swallowed a bug,” Baekhyun said abruptly and you looked over at him with wide eyes and a crazed forced smile on your face, unable to disagree with his ridiculous excuse, but also … really? A bug? — Before you looked back into the completely blank and passive face of President Byun, who seemed to just be waiting for you both to get into the damn elevator so he could go home already.

You had to get in. Baekhyun stepped in first and followed with your face pointed downward avoiding the potentially dangerous eyes of either of the two men who stood inside this elevator with you.

The ride down was silent. Your ground floor exit dinged before President Byun’s sub level exit and you had no choice but to say your quick farewells to the old man. Baekhyun nodded once to his father and followed you quietly out of the elevator and in the split seconds before the door closed, you caught the smallest smile on the man’s face and against your logical mind, you were nearly positive you heard him say something akin to a farewell to you both.

“You both watch out for —” the doors closed up on his last words and you shook your head as you tried to replay his words inside your memory. Beside you though, Baekhyun dropped his chin down to his chest and let out the longest most defeated sigh you’d ever heard from him.

It seemed that Baekhyun caught the last words from his father.

“What did he say? Watch out for what?” You whispered, absolutely puzzled and needing to know what the man said to you.

Baekhyun only lifted his hand to rub over his tired looking eyes and shook his head.

You reached out a finger and poked him in the ribs to get him to talk.

After a minute, he scrunched up his face and looked across the long hallway that led to the exit of this building, inhaling a deep breath before he spoke.

“Love bugs.” He sounded defeated when he finally said it.

You must have been so caught up in your own denial that you simply refused to accept that those two words actually came out of his mouth. You shook your head back and forth in his direction.

“He didn't say that,” you said, lying to yourself. “There’s no way.”

“Yep. He knows,” he said, pausing his forward steps for a moment to respond to you again, “he definitely knows,” he said before resuming his journey toward the exit of the building.

[To Be Continued]

Links: Part 1, …. Part 17, Part 18, Part 19

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Heyyyy…

hey im still figuring out what i wanna be called but for now u can call me Jamie if u want I’m genderfluid as fuck [they/she/he or whatever idegafatp]

some typa aroace spectrum probs grayace & demiromantic also omniromantic - in general I have nothing figured out

so a simp w like a slight preference for men ig but kinda ace most of the time but sometimes very not

neurospicy bitch

writing request status: OPEN FOR MICROFICS RN

I’m a rosekiller loverrr but also a multi shipper so u never know what ur gonna see ig [but probably Rosekiller, Wolfstar, Dorlene, Starchaser maybe some sunkiller if I’m in the mood etc] for the record just bc I don’t ship smth doesn’t mean I support hating it even as a joke [translation: prongsfoot is chill leave them be]

if u don’t like smth, just ignore it, if u send me hate I’ll reply w shitty jokes probs

my dream job is to be an actor [screen actor specifically]

Media I like:

Fav TV stuff: Challengers, Gravity Falls, Cruella, 10 things I hate about you, into the spiderverse

Fav author is @neil-gaiman also that man is my idol so I’ll probs reblog him a shit ton [do u think he’ll like…mind that I tagged him? Sorry if this bothered u Neil!!!] Music [uhhh changes all the time tbh but for rn]: The Neighbourhood, Olivia Rodrigo, Conan Gray [Kid Krow phase rn], Chappell Roan, Renée Rapp, Green day, Ricky Montgomery, NOAHFINNCE, MARINA and Hozier

Spider-Man. Fucking love Spider-Man.

One thing to note about me tho: obvi I love recommendations but I find starting literally any new forms of media really fucking daunting for no reason [this is everything: songs, movies, books etc]

e.g. I fucking love spider verse but I still haven’t watched movie 2, same w latest season of young royals, same with even like ONE song alone I find it rlly hard and really scary

so if u give me recommendations and I don’t get back to u about them for ages it’s not bc I forgot or i was ignoring u but bc I find it scary so pls be patient :)

also same w please don’t like assume I’m knowledgeable about like any of the music artists I named earlier bc tbh I don’t rlly listen to artists I listen to songs [im still a fan of a lot of music artists ofc but the artists I listen to ≠ the artists I’m a fan of]

HI! welcome to my crazy blog, I love making friends im not at all scary I promise :D

Btw my inbox is ALWAYS open for spam, ship ramblings [even if it’s not smth I ship], info dropping about ur hyperfixations, venting, questions etc. [the only thing is no illegal ships bc it will be ignored] also sorry pre warning im shit with the inbox chains [‘send this to ten people who…’] so often I won’t answer those sorry, anything else I will make sure to answer but the chains I sometimes just forget about sorryyy

Barty Crouch Jr & James Potter kinnie

got a FAT crush on Evan Rosier [he’s the loml he just doesn’t know it yet] and also a crush on Dorcas Meadowes

I write sometimes:

I fell for you like glitter on stage - rosekiller band au, this was a microfic series on tumblr that I posted on ao3 for convenience [words: 4548] [this is my fav thing I’ve ever written lol]

we are all just prisoners here of our own device - Jegulus, a oneshot on ao3 based on the song ‘hotel California’ by the eagles. [Words: 6162]

Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins? - ON HIATUS. Roman Empire Jegulus au with side Rosekiller, Wolfstar and Pandalily on ao3 [words: 6141] [currently I don’t want to write Jegulus - the hyperfixation hath faded]

also I’m in a marauders RP as Barty and u shld follow it bc we’re all super cool and funny and amazing and awesome and yeah @bartythebabygorljr

tags you’ll see on my page:

me and my old black biro > writing tag

Im in love with that Rosier boy > [this is a new one] me having a massive crush on Evan Rosier

the most boring soap opera > my life tag

I have an online diary called @miseryoforpheus if ur fascinated by my charming and irresistible personality

[The song at the bottom of my intro post changes all the time depending on how I’m feeling]

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