#also man that model is so fucking gorgeous and beautiful damn

[cicaklah]

i've got a job interview tomorrow morning which in hindsight is my own fault for scheduling it then but it means i've had to look at a model instead of writing more fanfiction.

[loulovingho]

If you’re still taking prompts: bucktommy + jealous Tommy

This gets a little explicit for a hot second, so hope that's okay!

This was a new feeling for Tommy. He wasn't sure if he liked it.

He'd been jealous before, sure. Plenty of times! Jealous of the things other people had, the things he wanted to have. Jealous of the people who weren't afraid to be their authentic selves. Jealous of people who had healthy families, or found families.

Maybe envious was the better word for those times.

But this... this was jealousy.

Because Buck was on the other side of the park, holding Jee's hand, talking to another man for a good five minutes now. He was being so expressive too. His free hand moving about as he chatted this other man up.

And the other man was gorgeous. A damn model, probably. A damn model who could eat all the carbs he wanted and not work out and still look like that. At least, that's what Tommy decided as he watched.

He straightened his posture, crossing his leg and holding onto his ankle with his hand.

It was dumb. He had no reason to be jealous. What he and Buck had was solid. The most solid thing Tommy had ever had in his life.

But now gorgeous model man took a step closer and who the hell even needs to be that close to talk? The park wasn't even crowded. Absolutely ridiculous.

He should go over there.

But also going over would be insane.

However, Jee was probably bored and wanted to go play and here was Buck and model man just yapping away.

Still, Tommy stayed on the bench. Watched as Jee tapped Buck's leg, asked him something, then ran off to the swings.

Tommy rolled his eyes. He knew it! Knew Jee wanted to play instead of stand and listen to two beautiful human beings have a boring, lame, stupid conversation.

The problem was now that both of Buck's hands were free, and he was so damn expressive with his hands, flailing his fingers around as he spoke and smiled and laughed.

A part of Tommy wondered what this obviously AI generated man would say if he went up to him and told him how those fingers were inside him last night. Three of them, to be exact. Slowly working him open, making him moan and beg and plead for more.

How Buck then used those hands to grip Tommy's waist as he fucked him so hard he swore he saw stars. How he whimpered and told Buck to keep going, “God, Evan, don't stop,” even after he came. How Buck came in him, groaning as he bit down on Tommy's earlobe, then worked his way down Tommy's body and licked the cum out of him.

Tommy's eyes widened as he came back to reality. This was very much not the time or the place for those kinds of thoughts.

He cleared his throat, glanced over to make sure Jee was alright. She had already left the swings, opting for the seesaw with another little girl.

His eyes moved back to Buck just in time for Buck to turn to him, pointing towards him and smiling brightly.

Tommy smiled back, did a little wave to look polite while he called model man a "boyfriend stealing dickwad" in his head.

Model man smiled, patted Buck's shoulder- asshole- and walked off.

Buck called out to Jee as he headed over to Tommy. “Whoa, you're going so high!” he said as she giggled on the seesaw. “I'll be over in a minute.”

He sat beside Tommy, took his hand. “He was in a car accident a couple weeks ago with his wife, by the way. He remembered me.”

Tommy eyed him. Noted the smirk on his face. “Shut up,” he muttered.

Buck snorted out a laugh. “You don't hide your jealousy face very well, babe.”

Tommy groaned. He felt embarrassed now. “I'm sorry,” he said, squeezing Buck's hand. “You just look really good today, and he kept talking to you, and he...”

“Looks like he walked directly off the stage of a Chippendales show?”

“Exactly!” Tommy exclaimed, thrilled that Buck understood. “Anyway, sorry.”

“Don't be. It's hot.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“To know my boyfriend likes me enough to glare daggers into a random man's eyes until said man asks if I'm being stalked? Yeah. Hot.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Oh God.”

Buck smiled. “I'm gonna head over to Jee. Now, there is a woman over there that I, uh, I see here occasionally. She may talk to me, but I swear I won't leave you for her.”

Tommy looked across the park to see a woman in her late 70's minding her business and working on some knitting project.

“I don't know,” Tommy said, shaking his head. “Looks like she could make a mean scarf.”

Buck wiggled his eyebrows as he got up. “Oh, she does.”

Tommy shook his head, then paused. “Wait!” he called out. “She's made you a scarf?!”

[bloodstainedsaint]

noises in the bedroom with ron, lew, lieb, luz, and shifty

word count: 770+

warnings: reader has female genitalia, degradation (only in ron's), praise, teasing, i call nixon a whore for the reader (it's true)

notes: i couldn't include babe in this one cause i just decided that i would write for him (and therefore i must do Research) but hope you guys enjoy anyway !!

ronald speirs

big on praise-degradation, like 50/50 on it

unless you managed to really set him off (ex; make him jealous on purpose, tease him, be a brat, etc.), then don't expect very many kind words

he can be so mean and unfair when he wants to, but by the end of it he’s worshiping you like you're a deity

he’ll call you a slut but his slut, yk?

could not care less about who hears — no one's gonna confront him about it anyway with his reputation, and they're definitely not coming up to you either since they know ron is going to be death glaring them the whole time

he groans and grunts huskily + openly and encourages you to not cover up/muffle your sounds with your hand

(quickies are, of course, the exception since that would be unsafe, and if higher-ups are around, obviously he's about to care; in any other situation though, no one is safe from hearing the two of you)

lewis nixon

somehow his moans are louder than yours???

LIKE that's not a bad thing, it just means he's enjoying it just as much as you but he's just so vocal about it, saying your name or princess, doll, sweetheart like his life depended on it

(he's such a whore for you, especially when he goes down on you. you're gonna be feeling the vibrations of his groans bc omg is he obsessed with eating you out…but that's another story)

this is mostly because he also does not care who hears (same exceptions as ron). i imagine dick having to come talk to you all flustered, his face matching his hair and his eyes cast to the ground, asking you guys to keep it down

…nixon definitely didn't get any play for two weeks after that

despite being the #1 slut for you, he still manages to tease you, saying things like, “tell me how bad you want it.” (as if he doesn't want it just as bad)

joseph liebgott

he's probably the biggest pottymouth out of the five

anything he does is followed up by a hoarse “fuck, doll” or “shit, (y/n)”

he's trying to cover up the fact that he's a bit of a whiner/panter

he’ll kiss marks onto and around your breasts to muffle the sound of his moans

definitely says “yeah, you like that?” or “that feel good, baby?” during foreplay, smirking down at you while you’re begging for more (he's a little cocky with it)

becomes soft during and afterwards; he's scared to be vulnerable but he can't help telling you how pretty you look, how good you feel, and how much he loves you

will probably confess some of these things in german so he's not as vulnerable, but you still get the gist either way (and if you do understand german, he's screwed)

george luz

honestly he's just kind of unserious, like this man is giggling he's so happy to be with you (and his laughter and smile are infectious so now you're laughing too and telling him to shut up)

he’ll praise you with jokes, telling you you're prettier than any pinup model

“rita doesn't have anything on you, beautiful.” cue you rolling your eyes with a smile and telling him he’s cheesy

he's a little bit of a cusser too (especially when you play with his hair), not to the level of lieb though

“damn, (y/n), i'm lucky you're all mine.”

eventually the jokes and goofiness dissolve into him straight up telling you how good you feel around him and that you're especially gorgeous like this

+ him confessing his love for you when he's still catching his breath

“(y/n), have i ever told you how much i love you?”

“maybe 100 times today, george”

“oh so not enough then” you kiss him before he can remind you again

shifty powers

loves to praise you (and be praised honestly)

like he swears up and down that you're the most perfect girl alive

he can't believe that you're his and he's yours

kind of shy about his moans but he can't stop himself/hide them well enough because he moans at the slightest touch (he's so in love with you)

whimpers when you say he's making you feel good and “don't stop”

he's definitely asking if you're sure about anything and everything, reminding you that you don't have to go through with this if you don't absolutely want to

you just have to be like “darrell c. powers, please just take me” and lord will he oblige you with the brightest goddamn smile on his face

-

taglist: @mads-weasley, @ronsparky, @dcyllom, @malarkgirlypop, @joetoyesbrassknuckles101, @samwinchesterslostshoe

[liaarxse]

hi! main tr boys with a taller s/o? like 6'

I'm baaack !!!

I get this struggle. I'm around 5'10, and I sucks simping for someone who's like 5'7 or below

This also includes real-life

FEE FI FO FUM

Characters: Ryuguji Ken, Hakkai Shiba, Keisuke Baji

Warnings: None, crack

A/n: I'm so sorry for this unannounced break I took, I just truly needed it <3

— Ryuguji Ken

When he first saw you, he was FLABBERGASTED

Why the hell are you so tall??

As if he isn't walking Mount Fuji over here

Bffr

But he never made fun of you

He actually admired you

Why?

You were rocking the height

And slowly, he started falling for you, and your just as big personality

That's how you ended up dating Ryuguji

And to be frank, you couldn't be happier

You knew the kind of environment he was raised in, and the fact he grew to be such a smart and responsible teenager was one of the things you admired most about him

And you always reminded him of that

Which only deepend his love for you

<3

He also likes to slap your ass

BABAHAHAH

It wouldn't be me if I didn't ruin a sweet moment 🫶

He's also very VERY protective of you

As if you aren't a walking mountain as it is

But there still are assholes who could try to hurt you, and you both knew it

And Ryuguji will be damned if he let anything happen to you

If someone, somehow, ended up hurting you, don't worry

Toman will be at their doorstep

Escorting the people who tried to hurt you to the ER

Like goddamn y/n

All jokes aside, the last thing Ken would be looking at are your looks. You could be half his height or half over it, and he'll still love you regardless. <3

The first time you visited the brothel, the girls were amazed

Like

Beauty and height all in one?

Did a model just enter this place?

Would befriend you on the spot

And would, of course, watch what they say to Draken from now on

Would make sure no man comes up to you with the wrong intentions

More devious than Draken himself frfr

Your big sisters love you as much as your big boyfriend <3

Even though you're taller than them <3

— Hakkai Shiba

Baby boy

Will love to be dominated–

–Whilst cuddling

Get your head out of the gutter y/n

But only if he has had a bad day

Good luck trying to little spoon this big boy on a regular basis

Loves to hug you from behind and hide his face in your neck without having to sprain half of the bones in his body

Would be shook when first meeting you

Like

Holy shit they're tall

To this day he's still trying to calculate how much milk you drank as a child to grow this much

And you?

You are too

Because why tf are you this tall?

This ain't jack and the beanstalk y/n

The first time you met Yuzuha she was shook

She knew you were tall but not THIS tall

She loves you regardless

Also babies you both

Why?

Because you're her babies

Her 6'0+ babies

Hakkai wouldn't be as protective as Draken, but will be possessive

Not the yandere psychopath kind of possessive but the kind that would cuddle up to you if you're talking to his sister on the couch

Would also keep a close eye when you're around his brother even though Taiju wouldn't harm you

Also forget about fighting

You might be double the height of his enemies, but you're staying double the distance away from them

Just stay away from fights

Boy only wants to keep his girl safe and sound y/n. Don't be an asshole

Nonetheless, Hakkai will make sure you feel at ease with your appearance no matter what because in his eyes, you were the most gorgeous person he's laid eyes on

And he makes sure you know it

— Keisuke Baji

BAHAHAHAHAHH – Mikey and Smiley

💀 – Mikey and Smiley 2 minutes later

Keisuke does not CARE about height

He'll treat you the same way as if you were half his own

Does not give a fuck if you're tall, he fell in love with you and that's final

Nobody messing with you from now on

You've had bullies? Wanna visit their graves?

A car almost hit you even though you're taller than siren head? Wanna see him light it on fire?

Baji solos your favorites

Wait Baji is your favorite?

Baji solos himself

LMFAO

Bonus points if you like cats

Because who doesn't like to play with cute little pussies?

Especially the big ones

Wanna know Baji's favorite big pussy type?

Black tigers

UGH I LOVE THEM

What did you think I was talking about huh?

HUH?

You nasty

Speaking of cats, Baji loves it when they climb on you

You'd be minding your own business, waiting for Kaisuke to get ready so you could finally go out when you felt something tug on your pants

When you looked down, you saw one cute little black kitten climbing up your pants

Swear to God your heart melted

You started baby-ing the cat, encouraging it while making sure it doesn't fall

Keisuke entered the room, wondering who the fuck you were talking to and when he saw this scenario unfolding before his eyes he deadass dropped to his knees in front of you, encouraging the kitty as well

You were both ecstatic when it managed to reach up to your top, and Baji took a quick family picture, which is now his wallpaper and would beat anyone who made fun of it <3

Jokes aside, Keisuke adores you and will never let anyone or anything make you feel any less

You're perfect inside out in his eyes, and that's more than enough

Just accept the love because there isn't any other way out of this

You're loved

[that-1-gay-writer]

Harvey x Trans!man reader (HEADCANONS)

A/N: BY CONTINUING TO READ YOU ARE ABY CONTINUING TO READ YOU ARE ALLOWING YOURSELF TO READ NSFW CONTENT AND THAT IS ONES ONLY WARNING, THANK YOU, AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN. ALSO I GUESS CALL THIS A COMING OUT POST BECAUSE FOR 3 YEARS I SUCESSFULLY HID THAT IM A TRANS MAN. NOW IM UNVEILING THAT TO YOU ALL. SO YIPPIE I GUESS. ALSO SORRY FOR JOT REALLY GETTING TO REQUESTS OR FINISHING OTHER DRAFTS. HARVEY IS LITERALLY ROTTING MY BRAIN-K🍃💚

Disclaimers: readers genitalia is called "boy cunt," or "boypussy,". Praise kink, size kink, hand kink, roleplay, uhm there might be more but idk. I did not proofread this before posting it. I just wanted to make content

EDIT ♡♡ (5/28/24):

I have proofread and edited it even adding more there you go loves

SFW: AFTERCARE HCS ARS UNDER THE NSFW STRIP

-Harvey was proud of his beautiful husband. No matter what people tried to say about him. Harvey loved his beautiful boy.

-he definetley kisses your hand in public, he will take you on cute dates too.

-if you wear binders (so before top surgery) he will definetley remind you to take it off, and he will help putting it on. He also buys you new ones when the time occurs.

-he always helps with T-shots, but if you use T-Gel then he just helps put it on your shoulders. He dosent touch it because he knows it could mess with his T levels too.

-he bakes for you, and cooks for you. If its been a long day and he was just making model planes and hasn't seen you all day, he makes sure you have dinner ready for you; along with a shower, freshly dried clothes, and bed sheets.

-on days where your dysphoria is very bad, he compliments you, and will provide you large clothing, such as his own.

- "Please my handsome boy, don't say that about yourself. You're a real boy, and I see you as such. You're my husband and nothing will change that." Definetley accompanied by many kisses inbetween his words.

-he helps you shave. Since hes experienced with it. Your first shaving experience on your face was with Harvey, and he provided comfort, support and help the entire way through.

-Harvey is the tallest man in the valley so clearly he was taller than you. He enjoyed how small you where so when you and him cuddle he coddles you in his arm and caressing your face as he kisses your cheeks, forehead, and nose.

NSFW:

-The first time he fucks you was your wedding night, and damn it was a great first time on your end.

-the foreplay was crazy, the way he teased your boy cunt made you tremble and shudder.

-"Oh pretty boy, this pretty boy pussy is taking my fingers so well. Do you think you're ready for my cock?" Oh and you know his voice was so condescending, so teasing but all for you.

-he enjoys giving rather than receiving, and when he eats you out, oh his words are dirty, he laps at you like a starving man. Always claiming about how wonderful you taste, how gorgeous you look.

-"Oh god, my love. You look so gorgeous. I just want all of this beautiful boycunt, its so pretty. It tastes as good as it looks, and my God I can't get enough." He groans out, as his hands on your hips start moving, making you grind against his tongue. He knew it made you see stars.

-he is older, so his stamina is pretty well however when he cums, it takes him a while to recover. He gets so very sensitive. And will start moaning and begging you to make him cum again if you start teasing him.

-when you ride him. God his green eyes are rolling back. You had to check in on him a few times because of how good you were doing.

-"fuck darling I'm gonna cum inside of you're pretty pussy. Oh god the way you roll your hips. I cant take anymore," he wines out and trembles. He tries to look like he's okay, but God he feels like he's in heaven.

-he fucks for you. Like he never had a real sex drive, sure he experminted in college and what not. But you changed that completely

-he kisses all over your neck, shoulders, face, and chest when he fucks you. Anywhere his mouth can latch. Trust it is, he loves kissing all over your body.

AFTERCARE♡:

-he is an absolute king of after care. Like bath ready you don't have to do anything he will do everything for you.

-if you show any sort of hence of pain he will start slowly massaging whatever it is that is in slight pain

-he cuddles you, and spoons you. He loves you with every fiber of his being and he only wants the best for you, and will give the best to you.

-constantly reassures you about how good you did for him and how wonderful he feels, and about how he lobes you for more than just your body.

-"Even as wonderful as it is, your body is not the only reason I love you. I love you for you, and for every part of you. Head to toe, inside and out, I love you, my pretty husband"

[theraggedygirl11]

Kad nemam tebe sa mnom su moji demoni

Part 1

SUMMARY: Kris is a succubus, but he hates what he is and what he's forced to do for his demon sire. Then he meets a photographer, Damon, and something special blooms between them.

PAIRING: Kris Guštin/Damon Baker

WARNINGS: (kinda implied) drug and alcohol abuse, implied non-con (not between Kris/Damon), sex (not too explicit), hurt/comfort, angst/fluff, swearing

WORDS COUNT: 2.434

LINK: AO3

NOTES: Before diving into the first chapter of this short fic, I'd like to thank @anxious-witch for beta-reading it and giving me really good advice while I was writing it and @lahobbitdiazeroth for fangirling with me, even if she's not in the fandom (kinda).

This is my first ever work I publish in English. I got inspired by Hazbin Hotel and Damon's photoshoot with our guys, and I had to write something.

I'm sorry for the angst you'll find in it, but you know who to blame.

If you want to listen to the song that inspired me, here's a link. There's also an English version (and maybe one in your own language, this series got translated into many languages). Keep in mind that it mentions toxic relationships, abuse and trauma.

È un inferno tutto mio (This hell is all mine)  

Me lo sono scelto io (And I chose all of this)  

Tu sei il mio veleno (You are my poison)  

Dammi il tuo veleno (Give me your poison) 

Non possono farne a meno (I can’t help it)  

Mi scivola in gola e va giù (It slithers into my throat and goes down)  

Veleno, ne sono pieno (Poison, I’m full of it)  

Anche questa notte per me forse è l’ultima (This night could be my last one too)  

Dimmi che ti piace, baby (Tell me you like it, baby)  

Sono tuo, fa ciò che più ti va (I’m yours, do whatever you want)  

Un giorno tu mi ucciderai (One day you’ll kill me)  

Col tuo veleno (With your poison)  

“I took enough pictures.” Said the photographer after a couple of hours, smiling at his model.  

Kris looked at the guy in front of him, hair almost as black as coal and deep dark brown eyes, then stood up from the ground. He was used to being alone with other men, but the more he was with this human, the more he felt a weird feeling growing inside of him. He didn’t know how to name this sensation.  

“May I go, then?” Kris asked.  

“Yeah, sure. I’ll call you when the pictures are ready.” The photographer nodded. “If you need to recompose yourself, you can stay here, I’ll give you some privacy.”  

“No, don’t worry. It’s ok.”  

Kris glanced at the human, then went to the wardrobe area to change his clothes. He felt his eyes on his body. Why was he feeling so uncomfortable? God damn, he was a fucking succubus, he shouldn’t feel like this when a human was staring at him! Because that photographer was enchanted by his beauty, right? He should be.  

But Kris  perceived this specific human in a completely different way because he was looking at him differently, like he wanted to analyse him. Look right into his soul. If only he still had one.  

* * *

Another night, another lover, another soul to bring closer to damnation. It didn’t matter if it was a male or a female human being. He still enjoyed the physical proximity, the skin-on-skin contact, the moans. He was still a demon that fed on pleasure and sexual intercourses.   

But that night his mind flew to another place, even if the man above and inside him was extremely gorgeous and he liked how he moved and his attention on him. For a moment he saw that photographer instead of this random human. He didn’t even remember his name. But, just for a second, he imagined he was there, with him, loving him.  

He closed his eyes and let an intense moan out. No, he needed to focus on this other man, on his soul, his job was to corrupt it. Thus, he closed the image of the photographer in a small and secluded corner of his mind and gave all his attention to this stranger.  

At the same moment, not so far from where Kris was, that same photographer, whose name was Damon, was checking the photos he took of that beautiful and young man. His mind went back to a couple of days before when he had met him in a cafe in the centre of Ljubljana. He was alone at a table, his glance was wandering around observing the people in that place. Damon had noticed a trace of sombreness in his bright blue-greenish eyes.  

He decided to approach him, talk to him, be friendly to him before asking him to take some pictures. The guy seemed kind, but there was a trace of sadness even in his voice. And he could see it even more in his photos. Kris, that was his name, was trying to be seductive, but that gloom was still perceivable behind his piercing look.  

Damon stopped his scrolling on a photo where Kris was standing against a wall, head slightly tilted on a side, hair covering one of his eyes, an arm raised and bent behind his head. He was wearing a simple white shirt with long sleeves. His golden necklace with a purple heart was visible around his neck. The heart was hidden by the shirt, but he knew it was there because he had seen it.  

Maybe he could contact him and try to talk to him to see if he could help him in some way. He seemed like he needed to talk to someone.  

The next morning he tried to call him. Someone else answered the phone, he didn’t recognize the voice.  

“Hello?”  

“Hello. Is... is this Kris Guštin?” Damon asked.  

“This is his phone, yes, but I’m a police officer.”  

“A police officer? What happened?” He pressed, apprehension in his voice.  

“The guy was arrested yesterday evening. He started a fight in a pub. He was completely wasted, high and drunk.”  

Damon’s eyes opened widely. His face paled. “Is he still at the police station?”  

“Yes. Are you a friend of his?”  

“Kind of, yes.”  

“You can come and take him away, if you want. He won’t be charged, he’s an habitue here.”�� 

“I-I’m coming.” He quickly replied, then ended the call. An habitue? Drugs and alcohol? Was he so that deeply stuck in his bad situation?  

He immediately went to the police station, without thinking twice about it. Kris was locked in a cell, alone and with handcuffs on his wrists. He looked like a model even in that moment, back laid against the wall, vacant eyes staring in front of him like he was lost in his own world. And that usual gloom in them.  

“Your friend here came for you, Guštin.” Said the police officer.  

The demon turned to look at him and was surprised to see the photographer. He stood up and got closer to the entrance of the cell. The police officer freed him from the handcuffs, then gave him his phone back and let him go with Damon.  

“Thank you.” Whispered Kris once they got out of the police station. He let his phone slip inside one pocket in his trousers, then put his hands in his jacket pockets.  

“I know you don’t know me, but what happened? Is... is everything ok?” Damon was more than worried, Kris could hear the concern in his words.  

“Yes.” he replied. “Everything’s ok.”  

“You used drugs. You drank, a lot. That’s not ok.”  

“I’m fine.” He almost snarled at him, turning his head towards the photographer. “Why did you come, anyway?”  

“I wanted to talk to you.” Damon explained. “You seemed lonely and sad. I was worried.”  

Kris blinked and winced a bit. He was truly worried? His senses weren’t wrong, then.  

“I’m... fine, I told you.”  

“I know you don’t know me.” He repeated then continued. “But I’m here, if you want to talk to me.” The human smiled shyly, yet he could see friendliness in his eyes. He didn’t perceive any lust coming from him.  

“Thanks.” He murmured.  

* * *

In the next weeks Kris kept doing his job as succubus. Almost every day he had at least one new lover, male or female it didn’t matter. His sire chose each new prey for him and he couldn’t refuse.  

But he also started going out with the photographer. He learned his name, Damon. He was a lovely person. He didn’t talk much, however he compensated for it with his presence. His closeness was uncomfortable at the beginning, but after a few times the demon started appreciating it.  

The moments spent with Damon quickly became the most awaited ones for the succubus. He started laughing at his jokes, he talked more, he even shared some bits of his life, obviously he kept them pretty vague. He couldn’t tell him he was a demon. He needed this friendship. He missed being human, having friends to hang out with.  

Kris loved when Damon talked about his job. He could almost physically touch the passion he radiated when explaining his art and his vision.  

“And you saw all of this in me?”  

“Yes. And even more.” Damon nodded, then looked at him. “There’s a whole world behind those sad eyes and I wanted to eternalize them.”  

“A world behind them?”  

“Yes. I see that you are happier since we started hanging out, but there’s always a shadow in them, sometimes it’s nearer, sometimes it’s in the back, but it’s always present, lurking around. There’s something in your life that makes you feel sad, that maybe you’d like to change but for some reason you can’t.” He gently touched one of Kris’s hands.   

The demon was petrified. How...? He read right through him like an open book. Was it because he was an artist? Did artists like him have a different way of seeing life and people?  

“I want you to know that I’m still here for you, if you want to talk about whatever is making you feel this lost.” Damon looked right into his eyes. Kris felt his heart falter.  

He wanted to scream, to say out loud that he didn’t want to be a succubus anymore, that he was tired of being a slave and following every order his sire gave him, that he just wanted to become a human again, go back and not say “yes” to that contract. His mouth opened to speak, but no sounds left it.  

Damon was human. He wouldn’t understand. He would probably think that he was crazy, that drugs and alcohol destroyed his mind and his ability to think with clarity. He was his little happy bubble in between a huge red and black world overruled by pain, suffering and damnation.  

“It’s... complicated, Damon. Too complicated.” He whispered in the end, closing his eyes. A tear ran down his face, but never reached his chin because a gentle touch caught it.  

“When you are ready, Kris.” Damon murmured with a tender voice. “Only when you are ready. I’ll wait, even years, if it’s necessary for you to be comfortable enough to speak about it.”  

Kris startled and sobbed. His heart was hit by an invisible dagger. How could a human soul be so kind? How could two creatures so different like them meet? Damon behaved like a blessed soul from heaven with him, a damned soul transformed into a being of corruption.  

Damon took Kris into his arms and gently stroked his hair. The succubus grabbed his shirt, he was his safety net and he didn’t want to let him go.  

But he had to. His sire called him that evening and he punished him for behaving like a pathetic child with that human. This time he had three lovers, three muscular men. He felt stronger, the energy radiating from them was so delicious and so invigorating that he had to close his eyes because his head was spinning, but they were rough and violent with him. And so went on for seven days.  

Damon saw Kris again a week after their last afternoon together. He appeared in front of his door during a night storm, completely wet and with a tired, distant look in his eyes.  

“Kris, what happened?” He immediately asked.  

“Can-can I come in?” Kris replied, his voice was trembling and his entire figure was shaking. He wrapped his own arms around his body.  

Damon let him in, closing the door behind him, then rushed to get a big towel from the bathroom. He put it around Kris while guiding him to the couch. He sat down next to him.  

“Dear, what happened?” He asked again.  

Kris slowly showed his trembling arm, the interior part of his forearm was filled with small red holes, clearly signs of syringe pricks. His hand was twitching. Damon turned white.   

“Who did this to you?” He pressed, extremely concerned. “You need to go to a hospital, right now, you could have an overd-”  

“I’m fine.” Kris managed to say. “I-I will be. Few hours.”  

Kris moved his arm nearer to his body, but Damon grabbed his wrist with care. “You could die.”  

He shook his head vehemently. “I won’t die. I can’t die. Not like this.”  

“Kris, you are a human being, drugs can kill y-”  

“Stop worrying about me!” he shouted. “I will be fine.” He repeated it like a mantra. If he kept saying these words, they would become true eventually, wouldn’t they?  

He closed his eyes. “P-please, I just need a safe place to stay. You... you are the only person I know here.”   

Damon let him take a shower, a long and hot one. He also lent him some dry clothes and prepared some food for him. Kris ate without saying a word while keeping his eyes low. His hands suffered less spams, the drugs’ effects were dissolving pretty quickly.   

Damon continued observing Kris. The summer storm outside didn’t give any sign of wanting to calm down, in that moment there was a bright lightning and a loud thunder. The thunderbolt lighted up the whole room and Damon noticed a weird shadow around Kris, like he had some sort of wings closed behind his back. He shook his head, he must have been tired to see things that didn’t exist.  

An hour later Kris was sleeping in Damon’s bed, his face was more relaxed. Damon was totally awake on the other side of the bed. He was observing the younger man. He didn’t see anything else weird on him, but he remembered he noticed some weird shadows in some of the pictures he took months ago.   

Damon grabbed his laptop, opened it and searched for those photos. He observed them attentively and he saw something indeed. In some of them the “wings” were barely visible, but they were there. In other pictures he saw weird horns rise from his forehead. In some others there was some sort of tail around Kris.  

They were just shadows or reflections, but those elements were there. Was this possible? Or was it a weird coincidence? Kris didn’t have wings or a tail, or even horns! He turned to look at him while he was sleeping. Should he ask Kris what was that?  

Damon put away his laptop and laid down, turned towards Kris. In the dim light of the room he examined him: he seemed relaxed and peaceful while he was resting, he couldn’t see anything weird on him. Could he really be some supernatural creature? While he kept thinking about this possibility, he slowly drifted off, the tiredness winning on his restless whirl of thoughts. 

[half-oz-eddie]

The Body Is A Work Of Art

Bartender Billy strikes up a conversation with a cute patron—an eccentric artist named Steve. He tells Billy his beauty inspires him and that he’d like to paint him, so Steve invites Billy over to his apartment. Billy has no idea that Steve’s "passion project" is a messy, fetish fantasy.

M is for Mess Fetish (Enjoying the mess created by sexual fluids. They may use the fluids as lubes, to drink, to “paint” on their partner’s body.)

This is the 13th fic in my Harringrove Kinktober ABCs

A series of 26 unrelated ficlets about Billy and Steve, each one written for a kink that starts with every letter of the alphabet.

@harringrovekinktober

A young man, likely in his mid 20’s walked in with a smile and energy that could light up the room—even a dimly lit bar like Billy’s.

“Hey there!” He greeted Billy as he sat on a bar stool, swiveling from side to side. “Nice bar you’ve got here.”

“Thanks. What can I get you?” 

“Hm…maybe a whiskey? I just sold a piece that took me a year to finish, so I’m kinda celebrating.”

“Congratulations.” Billy smiled. “You an artist or something?”

“Or something.” The artist laughed. “I’m more of a hobbyist who got into art by accident and learned that this shit kinda works for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do, I just didn’t think anyone else would.”

“Got any samples?” Billy curiously asked as he poured his drink.

“Sure.” He took out his phone and showed Billy a photo of his gallery.

“You did all that?” Billy raised his brows, impressed. “You’re damn good.”

“Thank you. I-I really appreciate that.” He sipped his drink. 

“So why’re you celebrating all alone?”

“Ah, my best friend’s away on her honeymoon. Usually we’d go to dinner or something nice after I make a big sale but…I’m all by myself.”

“Not completely. You’ve got me.” Billy winked.

“That certainly counts for something. So what’s your story, Mr. Bartender?”

“It’s Billy. I’m a bartender by night and lifeguard by day.”

“A lifeguard, huh? Makes sense.”

“Does it? Why’s that?”

“Your physique. I was about to ask if you were a model.”

Billy laughed, bashfully turning his head away. “No, I’m not a model. Never considered it, honestly.”

“No? You’re gorgeous, though. I’d love to paint you.”

“Paint me?” Billy echoed in surprise.

“You could be my muse. I’d love for you to be the subject of a passion project of mine.”

Billy had been flattered before, but never admired in such a way that he’d be seen as art. The thought thrilled him. 

Billy shrugged. “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”

“Great!” He handed Billy a card. “Text me when you’re free and you can come by my studio—which is...also my apartment.” He nervously chuckled. “Hope that’s okay.”

Billy grinned. “In this economy? It’s fine…” He read the name on the card. “Steve.”

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[fanaticsnail]

meant to send this yesterday but the sleepy got me so....

Off to an amazing start with my dad coming up behind me during opening credits/music and asking if I'm watching Tom & Jerry.

Thats such a pretty frame!

I wasnt expecting singing!! But hell yeah!! Sing your funky songs, bug man! - Ooooooh, is that a watercolor background? So pretty!

THE 🏹 BLACK ⚫️ FOX 🦊 - "Good friend Griswold from the north" Snail, is there something you'd like to sbare with the class?

Also, the costuming! I havent seen this many men in tights since Romeo and Juliet!

Sword Fight⁉️

Quick aside; his daughter looks so unbothered. Also, what is she embroidering? Is that a map? - "You marry griswold" -girl, I CACKLED

The King X Griswold- 20 k slowburn, friends to lovers - The singing should not surprise me as much as it does. I was practically raised on bollywood, so its not like im not used to it, maybe its because this is Hollywood not Bollywood, so I'm not used to it here? - Wearing his clothes is one thing, but did Hawkins make 6 additional Fox outfits for his friends? I'm starting to see the Buggy comparison you were making

I've always been under the belief that every weird little man needs a weird little child. So far, I'm not disappointed

Pretty sets, pretty people, what's not to love? - UGHHHH this is so soft, I love itttttt

question: did he do his own singing for this? singing for yourself isn't common in Bollywood so idk. - ONE BED? ONE BED!!??!??!!

Damn, no song in the swiss Alps, but worth it to see this little nerd short-circuit around a pretty girl. Ripe for the fic writing, this scene.

Me and who? ME AND FUCKING WHO?

Couples who commit crimes together stay together. Nothing like some good old treason to set the mood. - waitwaitwaitwaitwait she's actually a witch????

If Jean and Hawkins aren't endgame I'll cry - This movie is like if the Princess Bride and Once Upon A Mattress had a child and made Monty Python and the Holy Grail the godparent - JEAN 🩷✨💋 (she didn't do anything, I just think she's pretty) - Snail! Snail, why haven't you written this fic yet??? - I-I don't think that's how lightning works......could be wrong tho, who's to say, I've never been struck by lightning.

They're both the same flavor of stupid, bless - HIS FUCGKNG HEAD!! - That white shirt 🫦 That orange dress 🫦🫦 - THE 🏹 BLACK ⚫️ FOX 🦊

What the hell is going on???????????? - UGH, what an icon - okokokokok so the king is on the throne now but he's still....yk a baby. Give me a 10k fic about Jean being a girl boss and running the kingdom while Hawkins sits there like the goof he is and just admires her. 10k words of him being the biggest simp in existence.

-♡♡

Me at you right now:

"With your permission, my lady. I'd like to go round again."

I love Danny Kaye and Basil Rathbone. The fact that Angela Lansbury is there too as a gorgeous young, sassy princess is just my favourite thing.

"If it pleases me, you will marry Griswold." "If it pleases you so much, you marry Griswold." -> yes, queen. Get it. She is going to be the model for the type of sass Sir Crocodile's Sapsorrow is going to need to endure.

Your commentary is everything. The shipping of Griswold and the King is just hilarious. I need it 🤌.

Hawkins x Jean is beautiful. The whole plot is simply the best: failing forward incarnate. The masquerade trifecta. The disguises. The songs. The wenches. The silly dancing. Danny Kaye can absolutely sing, and his voice is gorgeous. His speciality was reciting tongue twisters.

My favourite line in the whole movie is: "Sometimes tenderness and kindness can also make a man. A very rare man." Coming from a strong woman who had to claw tooth and nail to become the pinacle of her rank. In the 50s.

Again, I love this movie to much that I got a tattoo of it.

I hope you liked it. It's an odd one, I'll give you that. It's one of my childhood favorites.

[neilelliceslittlewifey]

A Mingyu blurb😁 cuz he's literally everywhere and I can't take my mind off of him.

🥺🥰😾😾

(please ignore the errors it's my first time writing❤️)

You finally saved enough money to took some time off from work and chill for a bit. And where is the best place to chill? Beach!

You arrived at a resort and rest the moment you step on your room. You woke up in the middle of the night hungry so you went to a convenience store to buy some midnight snacks.

You're inside the 24/7 store putting delicious foods on your basket but then you hear some giggles in the corner of the store where people would usually eat.

As you approach that corner to get some more food, the giggles you hear is getting louder except this time, it comes with tiny moans.

Now you see it, a young couple - in the corner of the store during midnight, probably sneaked out on their parents to see each other, hugging really close and covered in their big jackets obviously NOT touching each other there.

"great." Your face literally didn't hold back showing your scrunched up face.

When you turn around you faced a BIG chest right in front of your eyes.

"o-oh sorr-"

Jesus Christ

That's god's favorite right there.

A tall man. Gorgeous, tan, handsome, wide..

Look at those biceps it's bulging from his tight compression shirt... oh woww.. me likey..

God he's so sexy...

Fuck look at those tits.. that would feel so good in my palms-

"sorry" you said in a tiny whisper and blown out eyes still looking at him like he's some kind of miracle that suddenly appeared.

He didn't say anything. He just looked at you, smiled, and move to the side so you can walk.

JESUS FUCK HOLY SHIT HE'S SO **********

You walk to the counter still dumbstruck at the beautiful man you just saw.

I'm not dreaming right? I saw him. He's real and he smells so good.. my nose almost touch his big chest holy fuck..

You're trying your very best to not look back and get a glimpse of that sexy man you just saw.

maybe he's a model.. or an actor.. he looks so-

"that would be 87.50$"

maybe he's a really famous guy I just don't know ye-

Tap tap tap

Oh? You looked back at the person who tapped your shoulders and surprise surprise it's him.

"I think he's calling you" he said with a deep voice and that damn cute smile of his.

You looked at the cashier and realized you're daydreaming because of that man behind you.

"Oh sorry. How much is it again?"

FUCK THAT IS SO EMBARRASSING

You walked out of the store embarrassed like crazy. How long he's been behind me fucking shit. Did he see me daydreaming ARRGHHHHHHHH

You walked at a small park and decided to eat the food there. The resort is still bustling despite being at 2:16 in the morning. You sat down at a bench and start eating looking at your foot

"I also wonder why are they doing those in a public space."

You look at the voice and almost screamed when you saw him. Again.

WHAT IS HE DOING HERE HOLY SHI-

"Can I sit here?" He said.

"Yeah s-sure no p-problem.."

"I don't bite I promise." He joked with a sexy chuckle.

Gosh, everything he does is so fucking sexy..

You moved to the side to give him enough space to sit.

It's not enough apparently.

The bench is enough to fit two people without any space between. And he's a huge man so yeah, you're sitting with him. Your knees touching his due to lack of space.

"They got caught by the manager and told them to get out." He said.

"O-oh that's great.."

"Are you sure it's fine for me to sit here?"

"YES.. I-I mean yeah... There's no problem or anything hahaa...."

Great now I'm talking to him.

He laughed and looked and went back to eating his food.

"It just annoys me you know" I said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah it's annoying. But it's funny too."

"Yeah, you could say that." You replied looking everywhere except at him.

"Mingyu." He said. Holding his hand out for you to shake.

"Y-y/n".

You touched his hand expecting a handshake but when you touched his hand he brings your hand to his face and kissed your knuckles gently.

"pretty name" He said with a small smile.

He let go of your hand gently and chuckles at your reaction. He then stands up dusting his pants off the crumbs from his food earlier and looked at your startled expression.

"Nice meeting you y/n. See you around." He said with a smirk.

OH MY GO-

Next morning

After that having that wonderful time earlier this morning, you woke up with a big smile across your face. You decided to explore the resort more and maybe see that man again. (hehe)

After a few minutes of walking two men approached you.

"Hey can I interview you for a second?" He said, holding a tiny mic in his hands.

You agreed and they starts to ask you questions.

"What is your type in men? What do they look like?"

"I don't really have a preference when it comes to physical appearance haha..."

"Really?" The dude asked.

"Yup."

"Ok then! I'll just gonna show you pictures of two men and tell me who do you think is more attractive ok?" He then showed you two pictures with different man. The first one is a light skinned man with an angelic face, slim nose, and fluffy hair who look like a prince of Uk or something. And the other one-

HOLY SHIT IT'S HIM! THE MAN LAST NIGHT!

"Oh, who is this man?" You said pointing at the second picture.

"That's Mingyu and Vernon from the kpop boy group SEVENTEEN."

SO HE'S FAMOUS????!

[jvstheworld]

My Ted Lasso Re-watch: S1E4 (part 1)

For The Children

We start off with a fight between Roy and Jamie. Surely this is normal with how much they hate each other.

Ted is not a fight club fan. Fair. There's nothing about him that would suggest he was.

Roy asking Jamie to call him old one more time reminds me of Peter Dinklage's character in Elf asking Buddy to call him an elf one more time before they start fighting.

Ted's little head shake to Jamie, he knows not to try it. But it happens anyway.

Rebecca only cares about the horse after hearing about someone she knows being hit by one. That's how you know someone really dislikes a person. You care only for the animal and not the human.

Ted loves to rhyme. It's a trait of his. No wonder the press wants to destroy him.

Let it be known, Rebecca will look stunningly beautiful in anything, because Hannah Waddingham is a fucking Queen! Anyone who says differently will be charged with treason.

Rebecca does end up choosing the dress Ted likes and wears the hell out of it, because Ted actively encourages her to do and compliments her. Unlike Rupert.

I want to hear Ted's story about how he got arrested whole wearing pj's to prom. I need to hear it. Mostly, I just like hearing him talk, but I am intrigued by the premise of the story.

It doesn't surprise me that Ted doesn't know who Robbie Williams is. If you don't know, he is a former member of a boy band called Take That. They are big in the UK. Robbie went on to have a successful solo career, but I don't think he was big outside of the UK and Europe.

Keeley being great at branding because she has had to do that for her own career. Being a model you have to be able to market yourself to different companies, so it gives her plenty on insight in how she can help market Jamie.

Also, Keeley looks gorgeous in her dress. Again, saying otherwise is treason.

Ted is in a suit. God help me, Ted is in a suit. My little bisexual heart can only take so much.

After the phone call with Michelle in episode 1, Ted is scared of saying 'I love you' to her because he knows she can't say it back. My need to hug him has come back.

Ted helping Nate look his best for a fancy party is him being a good friend. I maintain that every adult should have a good suit/formal outfit. You never know when you might need it.

Most of the team is there just to look good for the photos, while Sam is just happy to be there and even thanks the photographers for taking his picture. Why is he so adorable?

Keeley is the best hype woman, teaching Rebecca how to pose and shouting out how fit she is to boost her confidence. Get friends like Keeley and Ted.

Even Rebecca is stunned by how good Ted looks in a suit. Hell yeah, he looks damn fine.

Roy Kent is a whole mood when it comes to the photographers, and I respect that. I hate having my photo taken too. So I get it.

Ted knows when not to walk into a trap. He is a smart man, just walk away and avoid it at all costs.

The woman who plays Jane is also a writer for the show, Phoebe Walsh. She wrote 'All Apologises' in season 1 and 'Headspace' in season 2. Her character's full name is Jane Payne, which is a little on the nose for her relationship with Beard. But this is coming from the show that name one character Will Kitman, because he was the new kitman after Nate became a coach.

Rupert Mannion make a guest appearance. To the surprise of everyone. Played by Antony Stewart Head who played Rupert Giles in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. He isn't a colossal twat in that (well, not until season 6 and 7 anyway). I was actually watching Buffy as I was watching this for the first time and it was weird going back and forth between nice Rupert in Buffy and controlling, manipulative c*** in this. But he plays both Ruperts so well.

[princess-tulip-writes]

if someone hasn’t requested already can we please get azriel princess treatment 🥺 - 💞

princess treatment with azriel

- the sweetest man alive, let me tell you

- he literally worships the ground that you walk on

- praises everything that you do

- even if it’s something as little as putting plates away.

- “ you’re such a good girl, baby.”

- i feel like he gives back pats as an appreciation thing.

- like he pats your back whenever you do something good.

- kisses your nose too

- will 100% rub your feet for you

- they don’t even have to be sore, and he’ll rub them

- just wants to make you feel really good, is all.

- “my baby looked so pretty today”

- is always calling you pretty.

- you can’t escape it

- “my pretty girl”

- “come here, pretty one”

- all that stuff

- thinks that you’re just so damn gorgeous and pretty

- and you just hear the thoughts that he can keep to himself

- he thinks about how beautiful you are plenty more

- he just is very secretive

- kisses you a lot

- your hands mostly

- makes you train

- “i have to teach you how to fight, princess. you’ll need to learn to protect yourself when i’m not there.”

- but if you refuse, he’ll be a little more stern about it and explain to you why it’s so important to learn to fight for yourself

- doesn’t ever like to make you lift a finger, but this is the only exception

- makes cassian take it easy on you though, because you’re still his little princess

- usually is the only one who spars with you, in fear that someone else will be too rough with you or make you uncomfortable

- like amren

- but cassian does too, more often than anyone else tbh

- he just has to go easy or else azriel will be breathing down his neck

- you hate it

- but he does it because he loves you <3

- likes to tease you by training with you while his shirt is off

- you get so worked up and usually end up begging him to fuck you somewhere

- he loves it so much

- “what’s the matter, precious?”

- your face is all red

- “i cant help you if you don’t tell me.”

- holds you all of the time

- arm around your waist type of guy

- also really loves to fly you at night

- it’s actually kind of a night routinely thing

- really just loves to hold you as close as possible and feel your whole weight in his arms while you look at the stars, mesmerized

- there’s nothing better, he’s convinced

- buys you everything you could ever want

- there’s a dress he saw you staring at? bought it

- a necklace you like? bought it

- shoes? bought it

- and you better believe that you have a very extensive collection of lingerie in your favorite color, pattern, and material

- yes, he does like when you model them for him

- but only if you wish to

- “you’re so ravishing, princess.”

- boob guy

- not even sexually, just generally speaking

- loves to lay his head on your breasts at night, holds them for you throughout the day, kisses them if sore, ect.

- just really really loves them

- he’s definitely the type to lotion you up after a bath

- you have so many lotions in your favorite scents, it’s not even a joke

- he goes based off of which one is more moisturizing when choosing them

- so intentive

- if you like to read, get ready for plenty of books

- also, he really likes it when you read to him

- his head in your lap as you read a passage out of your favorite book to him, is so relaxing to him

- just really likes to hear your sweet voice

- “i can see why that’s your favorite book, baby.”

- if there’s someone in the inner circle that you simply don’t like, he tries to reason it out but if there’s a much deeper meaning behind it, he tries his best to keep you two away from each other

- his heart melts whenever you kiss his hands

- that’s more of a dating-him-in-genral thing but still

- has your scent memorized

- like, whenever he smells a flower that smells like you, his heart palpitates

- thinks about you 24/7

- how much he loves you, if you’re safe, if you’ve eaten, what you may be wearing that day, ect.

- you occupy his mind all of the time

- is the type to really enjoy doing night routines together

- by that i mean brushing your teeth next to each other, washing up, and a soft nightly makeout session

- will get a little sad if he comes home late and you are asleep and did everything already.

- but understands

- if you haven’t, and just fell asleep whist waiting for him, he’d politely wake you up to finish off the night

- “hey, hey, it’s just me, baby. come on, let’s go get ready for bed. i’ll carry you.”

- really loves to carry too

- he’s a very strong guy, and can handle so much weight

- tells you that it’s dumb that you think he can’t lift you, because he can

- and without strain everytime

- overall, a really great guy

[nikosamaki]

Part1: What’s your reaction when you see them getting changed? In their normal body, not in their Demon form

{Time for getting a bit naughty 😉…. Or MORE!}

Part 2

Lucifer:

Bloody Hell! He’s tooooooo much HANDSOME for these worlds –his MUSCLES are gorgeous! You just want to bite them…*Evil laugh* (I don’t guarantee that you’ll be alive after that). But you can see some wounds on him –one pair of them are on his back and they’re associated to when he lost his wings in The War… (Always when you see them, your heart aches and say: ”That was cruel”) and the others are trivial against those- but they don’t matter for him, anymore (That’s not true… If you remember he NEVER let his skin to be showed, even when he wears SWIMSUIT :/// So, he doesn’t like to everyone see them –but baby, you’re special; because you ARE SEEING them, NOW!!)

His skin is a little bit pale –A BIT… Ok? I don’t mean like Sebastian from Black Butler. I meant his skin is lighter than normal.

Mammon:

Man…You cannot stop watching his body, FASCINATING! –of course he IS, because he’s a SUPER MODEL (Didn’t expect that?)- but he’s a bit skinny -with muscles but not that much muscular like Lucifer and Beel. Also he has some wounds –like Lucifer, but not that much enormous- on his abs, back and shoulders –related to The War. In addition, he really doesn’t CARE about them; actually I guess he proud of them (Don’t know why it feels like this)

As you saw, he has tanned skin –the only brother who is tanned.

Levi:

I know you don’t believe he has SIX PACKS, because he’s an otaku or a couch potato (I REALLY didn’t mean anything 🙏🏻); but GOD DAMN him… Just imagine he’s lying in his bath and you… Dammnnnnnnnnnnn, Why am I thinking about it??? (I just leave it to your BEAUTIFUL & WILD imaginations). Just like Mam and Luci (I got tired to write their full names), has wounds but not on his shoulders.

His skin is normal –eggnog color (I don’t know what we call it🤣)

Satan:

Just MEOWwwwwwwwwwww….

Ugh. I don’t have anything to say for Satan –he’s like Levi or more muscular-; just he doesn’t have ANY WOUND on his body –you know why, right? (If you need explanation, just comment and I’ll explain in the next post)- but he has some scratches on his hands, because of CATS.

Also his skin is same as Levi – only Luci and Mam have different skins.

Asmo:

Well, first of all; he is NOT muscular at all and doesn’t have six packs

(I know he has it in the ANIME, but having six packs does NOT suit him :/ Don’t kill me😅) –he’s well built -but not in muscularity way. He has very small wounds on his arms but aren’t much visible –he took a lot care of them to make them disappear.

His skin is very shiny and is normal.

Beel:

Oh GOD… Ohhhh MAN, he’s too much fucking HOT and MUSCULAR –even more than Luci!! He does a lot of exercises every single day. Just look at his ARMS, ABS and PASS OUT! (He IS NOT for this world)– you just wish to hug him and sink into his arms or…(Your imaginations, BABY… I can see you have VERY NAUGHTY thoughts 😈). About wounds, he has a lot on his body –like Luci-, because he was –and is- the strongest one and always in wars to help others (He was like a SHIELD for them… That’s SAD)

He has the same skin just like the others –except Luci and Mam.

Belphe:

About his body condition, he’s like Asmo but more muscular –something like Satan but less than him- and unlike Asmo, he maybe do more exercises – thanks to Beel (But dear, don’t expect a lot from him. After all, he’s avatar of SLOTH).

His skin is as same as Beel.

Diavolo:

Well… I have NOTHING to say! I said everything above and there are similar in most of subjects :/

He’s like Beel but I guess stronger more than him!!! –imagine a BIG MONSTER. (But don’t forget that Dia, Luci and Beel are BIG guys among them… Which it means SEXY THOUGHTS *Too much Evil laugh* -I HAVE DIRTY mind, …

Barbatos:

His body is stronger than Satan and less than Luci. Don’t worry, he HAS six packs and muscular body –he’s the butler of the future king, so he must have that body. Unfortunately he doesn’t show his GORGEOUS ABS or more… That’s so MEAN of him.

His skin is like Levi and Luci –but not as same as Luci, a bit darker.

This life is too much CRUEL and UNFAIR, because they all are SEXY, GORGEOUS and I can't touch them or.....

I JUST WANT TO DIE

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭 ~ 𝐇.𝐋 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Based off the prompt:   “𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭. 𝐖𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.”

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𝐖��𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Swearing

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: Family always came first to you. That’s why you moved to Tokyo with your baby brother despite being miserable every single day, until you met him.

If NYC was the city that never slept then Tokyo was it’s younger sibling who was constantly trying to outdo the elder child. You ignored your younger brother who sat beside you in the taxi, leaning your head against the window and admiring the bright neon lights that stood out against the black of the sky.

No stars were visible, and the noise of the city was audible from inside the taxi, grinding against your ears. You hated it.

“Y/n.” You yanked my head from the cool glass of the window, leaving it foggy in your absence as Sean gently called your name. “We’re here.”

It was then you noticed the taxi had come to a stop, in front of a small looking building.

“This is it?” You asked, only getting a nod and sigh in response as the two of you exited the small vehicle, him sighing loudly as he picked up the bags.

You approached the door and knocked, waiting impatiently as the city air bit and nipped at your rosy red cheeks and nose.

It opened, revealing the man you recognized to be your father. You took a step back, turning the volume of the music in your ears up and letting Sean do the talking. You observed as their mouths moved, and the door closed on the two of you, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion before relaxing as it opened again.

This time he was fully clothed and a woman quickly scurried out from behind him, not giving any of you a second glance.

You pulled the earbud out, looking between your brother and father.

“Who was that?” You asked, following the two of them into the cramped building.

“A friend.” Your father responded sharply, before going over the ground rules and showing you to your rather small rooms.

The sleep was terrible that night. Unable to get comfortable on the thin mattress, and longing to be back at home in America. After all, you weren’t the child who had screwed up.

                                                  【~~~】

It took about three days for the reality of the situation you were in to settle in.

You were living in Tokyo. And you wouldn’t be returning home any time soon.

It was quite a rude shock when it finally hit you, and that’s when the tears every night started to pay visits.

You sure as hell weren’t the one who had fucked up, destroying not one but two cars, illegally racing and crashing through the frame of a house waiting to be built. No, that was Sean. But as usual you also had to pay for his mistakes and so off to Tokyo you went with him, leaving behind your friends, your family and your car.

It wasn’t like your mother was expecting you to live here forever with Sean. After all you were almost nineteen and very much so capable of making your own decisions.

She had wanted you to go with him for the first month though, not wanting him to be completely alone with no one but your father there for him, and by painting it out to be some exotic holiday she had convinced you to tag along.

It was a mistake.

Sean had started coming home later and later every night, adjusting well to life in the city. You on the other hand, had absolutely no friends, and despised your days with every fiber of your being. You had begun marking days off your calendar, counting down eagerly for the month to be over and for you to return home.

“I hate it here.” You shoveled food into your mouth, standing with your back against the counter of the kitchen as Sean absentmindedly filled a glass of water. “Why did I choose to come with you?”

“How would I know?.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling his phone out of his pocket as it buzzed.

“You know if you hadn’t been so-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” He cut you off, rolling his eyes. “I get enough if that from Mom and Dad. Don’t need it from you too.”

His accent was far stronger than yours, and you mocked him, feeling defeated when he just rolled his eyes and turned back to his phone.

He read whatever was on the screen with a small smile on his face and nosily you leaned over, wanting to get a look.

“Fuck off.” He shoved your shoulder, still smiling.

“What’s got you looking all happy?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

He looked at you, a mischievous smile on his lips as you waited.

“How do you feel about going out tonight?”

                                                 【~~~】

Bodies crammed together in the parking garage, all surrounding the hundreds of cars parked in the lot. The immaculate paint jobs shined in the harsh neon lights, and most of them had their hoods up and their incredible engines on display, leaving your jaw on the ground every time.

You stuck close to Sean and Twinkie, feeling safer with your younger brother and his best friend. You felt intimidated by the gorgeous women who surrounded you, not that you were there to impress anyone. You were there for the cars.

The shitty 1990 Accord you had back in the states was nothing compared to the beasts that were parked in here.

You could feel vibrations in the ground, from the music and cars and it brought a small smile to your face as you walked through the swarm of people.

Sean’s eyes were scanning the crowd intently, clearly searching for someone.

He finally located who he was after and pulled you and Twinkie in the direction, his smile growing.

“There are some people I want you to meet.”

You were introduced to some faces you knew you wouldn’t remember, a gorgeous girl named Neela being one of the few you did.

You didn’t miss the way they looked at each other, or the way her boyfriend would possessively interrupt when you were talking to her, much to her dismay.

“And finally,” Sean said as you approached a man leaning back against his car, a small smirk on his face. “The one and only, Han.”

You flicked your eyes up to meet his, ignoring the way your breath slightly hitched in your throat.

He stuck his hand out to grasp yours, and you gripped it back with the same smirk he was wearing.

“Y/n.” You introduced yourself, not missing the way his eyes slowly traveled up and down your body. “I’m sorry about what my brother did to your car.”

His eyes returned to you, a smile on his face.

“It’s fine. Plenty of others sitting in that garage.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, his smile turning into a shy grin.

“Better keep Sean away from them then.” You teased, turning to your brother only to realize he had left.

You noticed him standing by Neela again, walking around her car while her boyfriend, Takashi, watched intently from afar.

“He’s in love. Has been since he saw her.” Han rolled his eyes, popping a chip into his mouth.

“Hard to see why he wouldn’t be.” You said. “She’s beautiful. Kind. Into cars.”

“And what about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you kind? Into cars?” He asked, following your eyes to Sean and Neela.

“You forgot beautiful.” You said with a small laugh as you moved to stand next to him, leaning against the Mazda RX-7 behind you. You were praying to god it was his car, otherwise the lucky owner would probably get very, very pissed.

“Nah.” He turned his head and looked down at you. “Don’t need to ask you that to figure it out.”

A blush crept into your cheeks and you couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face.

“Well, usually when someone is kind they don’t run around telling others about it.” Your eyes met his again. “And I love cars.”

He grinned at you, and you turned your head to look back at Sean.

A part of you wanted to play hard to get, but the other part knew that even after only five seconds of talking to this man you were fucking done for and he knew that as well.

“And what about you?” You copied his earlier words, elaborating when you saw his confused face. “Are you kind? Into cars? Beautiful?”

“Beautiful?” He scoffed. “Sweetheart I’m a damn model.”

You let out a laugh, feeling yourself relax.

“I was kind enough to not beat your brother to death after he totaled my car.” Han joked. “And as for cars-” He gestured to the garage, full of stunning, high performance cars capable of stealing your heart in a matter of seconds. “-I probably wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like them.”

“Yeah I suppose that was obvious.” You let out a content sigh. This was the first time you had forgotten about your little countdown, and also the longest conversation you had had with someone who you weren’t related to.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, admiring the cars that surrounded you for a few minutes before he turned back to you again.

“What are you doing here Y/n?”

Your head turned to his, your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, you think Sean doesn’t gush about his amazing older sister every chance he gets?” Han rolled his eyes at you like you were stupid.

“No. I find that very hard to believe.” You let out a small laugh. “And you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Sean told me that you were eighteen, turning nineteen in a few months time. No one is forcing you to be here, in Japan.” Han explained, his dark eyes staring into yours. “And yet here you are. Living in Tokyo, miserable, because your delinquent brother couldn’t stay out of trouble in the states. Why?”

Your mouth opened, then closed, then fell open again. You turned your head away from the piercing dark eyes and glanced at your brother.

“Because that guy who destroyed your car is my baby brother. He’s the closest family I’ve got.” You watched Sean as he spoke to Neela, hearts in his eyes. “Family stick together Han. I couldn’t let him just up and leave to a brand new country, with no one but our father there for him.”

Han watched the way you spoke, feeling a warmth across his chest.

“It’s my job to protect him and be there for him, and I don’t care if I’m miserable the whole time I’m doing it. I’m going to be there.”

His jaw almost dropped as your words hit him like bricks.

“You know,” He started. “You remind me of someone I used to go way back with.”

You scoffed light-heartedly.

“How old are you?”

He just grinned. “Too old for you.”

“Well luckily for you, my age is too young for me.” You said. Despite your tone being confident your body was completely betraying you, bracing itself for rejection.

Instead he just laughed and ran a hand through his hair.

Both of your heads snapped to the right as someone called his name, and you felt your heart fall when you realized that he was probably going to leave.

He sent a quick wave to the person who called out and pushed himself off the Mazda, gazing down at you.

“You know,” He started, a shy smile creeping onto his face. “If you ever get bored during the day you should come by the garage. I think I could make it worth your time.”

You let out a small laugh.

“We’ll see.”

                                                【~~~】

“You made friends pretty fast.” Sean said teasingly as you entered the kitchen, your hair sticking up in all kinds of directions.

“Yeah and so did you apparently.” You sent a sarcastic smile back in his direction. “Pity she’s taken.”

The smile on his face dropped instantly and he went back to his breakfast, ignoring you.

After a few minutes of silence between the two of you he spoke up again.

“So are you gonna?”

You looked up from your phone and coffee, furrowing your brows.

“Am I gonna what?”

“Swing by Han’s garage?” He had a knowing smirk on his face. “He told me all about your little conversation.”

You just shrugged casually, not wanting to let him know how you really felt inside.

“Maybe, if I have the time.”

“All you have here is time.” He scoffed. “All you’ve done for the past few days is buy food, eat it, then sleep. You may as well.”

You let out a sigh and finished what was left of your drink.

“Yeah, and for your information Sean, it’s been great.”

“You know you wanna Y/n.” He teased, a grin on his face.

“How about this,” You started. “Let me know next time you head over there. Maybe I’ll tag along.”

“Sounds good to me.” Sean said. “Especially given that I’ll be there tonight.”

Your cool demeanor dropped and your eyes widened.

“Tonight?”

“That’s what I said.” He grinned. “I’ll be sure to let him know he can look forward to seeing you there with me.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.” You whispered under your breath.

He just shrugged his shoulders.

“You’d be doing me a favor if it meant I’d never have to see your gross face again.”

“What are you? Five?” You asked.

“I’d say that’s about right.”

You just scoffed at him, heading back to your room.

Not that you’d ever admit it to Sean, but you were glad that he’d be heading over to the garage tonight.

You would definitely rather die than tell him that though.

                                               【~~~】

You shut the car door behind you and stepped out into the cool evening air.

Sean had come by to pick you up after he had finished school, and you had been anxiously waiting all day.

Now you were finally here, and still very, very anxious.

“This doesn’t look like a garage to me.” You furrowed your brows, looking out at the water.

“That’s because it’s in there.” Sean pointed to the large brick building. “We’re gonna stay out the front, this is where Han’s been teaching me how to drift.”

“Oh.” You managed to get out, following your baby brother to a group of people who were all sitting down by stacks of tires.

All four faces were familiar, but you only remembered the names of two of them.

“Y/n.” Han greeted you, nodding his head with a smile as he casually held the bottle in his hand.

“Hi.” You smiled back at him, your nerves starting to melt away.

Sean gestured to the empty seat beside Han, and you took it.

The others tossed you friendly smiles which you returned, and Han looked up at Sean.

“Go get your sister a drink.” He said.

Sean did as he was asked, reaching into the cooler that had been brought along and handing you a bottle of something.

“Are you gonna have one?” You asked your brother as you opened it and took a small sip.

“Can’t drink and drive now, can I?” He smirked, digging his keys out of his pocket and heading back towards the Evo.

“Well that’s a first.” You scoffed, and you heard Han let out a small laugh beside you.

“I’m guessing the cowboy doesn’t wanna fuck up another one of Han’s cars.” Twinkie said, watching Sean as his climbed into the car and started it.

You looked over at Han.

“That’s your car?”

“Yep.” He nodded proudly, watching Sean as he started his usual route around the dock.

“How many more have you got hiding in that garage of yours?” You asked with a small laugh.

“You’ll have to come see for yourself.” He shrugged.

“Maybe.” You shrugged as well, missing the way Twinkie and the others looked back and forth at each other.

“You know,” Han started. “If you haven’t got any other plans tonight, I could take you out for a drive, grab some food. Maybe come back to the garage when everyone’s gone.” He said the last part quietly enough for only you to hear.

You looked over to Sean in the car, able to make out his face of concentration despite how far away you were from him. He wouldn’t miss you for one night.

“When do we leave?” You asked with a smile.

He grinned with a surprised laugh, and you could tell he had been expecting you to say no.

“Now, if that works for you.”

You looked back at Sean, wincing at the sound of the tires screaming against the road.

“Sounds good.”

                                              【~~~】

The two of you had ended up getting cheap food from a side-of-the-road vendor, eating in silence in the car before making small talk about everything, from your life back in America to what kind of animals you thought you could take on in a fight.

You were laughing when you stumbled out of the RX-7 and into the cool night air, following Han into the garage which wasn’t that much warmer.

You didn’t know what you had expected when you walked into the garage, but it definitely wasn’t what you saw.

Han gestured for you to follow him up some stairs to an open second story, furnished with a small kitchen, table and chair, and living area.

“Wow.” You mumbled under your breath, realizing he must have some serious money to be able to afford all of this. Not to mention the cars in there, some of which cost more than your house, car and life savings combined.

“It’s my pride and joy.” He pointed towards the sofa, and you took a seat, sinking in to the plush material as he opened the fridge and called out to you. “You want a drink?”

“Yeah thanks.” You smiled, and he pulled out two of the same bottles you had been drinking from earlier.

He took a seat beside you, on the opposite edge of the relatively small sofa, and the two of you sat in silence for a moment, reflecting on your night, before you spoke up.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, and he looked at you in confusion. “For what you’re doing for Sean, I mean.”

“It’s not a problem.” He brushed it off. “He’s a good kid, the kinda person I want to be around.”

You let out a scoff.

“Well I wouldn’t go that far.”

He chuckled at you.

“Thank you.” He said, and this time it was your turn to be confused. “You might not realize it. but coming out here with Sean has made it so much easier for him. He probably won’t ever tell you, but he’s grateful as hell and crazy lucky to have you in his life.”

A small blush crept up onto your cheeks, and you almost didn’t notice as he crept closer towards you. Almost.

“Yeah well he’s also crazy lucky to have met you.” You said quietly, your eyes meeting his as the two of you drew closer and closer. “I am too.” You whispered.

“And why’s that?” He asked, his tone matching yours, and you swore the room got hotter by about twenty degrees.

“You’re kind,” You started, remembering back to last night when you met him. “Into cars.” You continued, and he nodded along, agreeing with you.

“You forgot beautiful.” He whispered, just inches from your face now, and you smiled cheekily.

“You’re a damn model sweetheart.”

He grinned, his eyes flicking down to your lips briefly and before you could realize what was happening his lips were on yours.

Your hands instinctively went to his hair, pulling him closer to you as you laid down flat on your back, feeling his hands roam up and down your body.

You felt butterflies erupt in your chest as your hands wandered from the back of his head, and so did your mind.

Sean’s face flashed in your mind and you inhaled sharply, pushing Han off of you and sitting up, breathing heavily.

“Shit.” You hissed, moving to the edge of the sofa and holding your head in your hands. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Han asked, also breathing heavily. His tone sounded confused, and guilt racked through your body. “I’m sorry.” His voice changed to apologetic. “I thought you wanted to.”

“I do.” You whined. “I want to, but I can’t. We can’t do this.”

“Why not?” He asked, placing a hand on your thigh.

“Sean.” You turned to look him in the eyes, and his face dropped.

“Shit.” He said.

“Shit.” You agreed.

The two of you sat in silence, still trying to catch your breaths, and trying to think of a way to fix the now incredibly awkward situation.

“I think I should leave.” You said, pushing yourself up off the sofa.

“Y/n don’t go.” Han protested. “It’s the middle of the night and you’ve been drinking. Neither of us can drive and I’m not going to let you walk home or get into a taxi with some creep.”

You let out a sigh, not letting him see how the fact that he cared that much made you all warm and fuzzy inside, or how the fact that it made you all warm and fuzzy inside made you want to gag.

“What do I do then?” You asked.

“Take my bed.” He nodded towards a door that you were assuming led to his bedroom. “I’ll take the sofa.”

“No way.” You protested. “This is your home Han, you aren’t sleeping on that tiny ass sofa. I can, it’s no problem.”

His eyes looked like he wanted to argue, but he kept his mouth shut.

“Ok. I’ll go grab you some blankets.”

“Thanks.” You smiled, laying down on the sofa.

It was undeniably comfortable, and you let your eyes close before Han returned, vaguely feeling him place a thick blanket over the top of you before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, leaving you with butterflies.

Your mind started to slip out of consciousness, and you let it, forgetting about how you were sleeping in Han’s garage, and planning on being out of there before he woke up the next morning.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Just a fun little something that took me about a week to finish writing! Hope you like it and requests are most certainly open <3

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Bewitched, Enchanted - Lee Minho

Synopsis : you attended your brother's wedding just for formality, but found someone who got bewitched by you, someone who will stay unforgettable forever.

Word count : 5 k?

Warning : dom! Minho, smut, strangers to lover?, Oral sex, slight degradation, manhandling, penetration.

Minors don't interact.

This is all imagination doesn't describe anyone in real life.

You were bored. Weddings were this much boring you didn't knew, everyone looked pretty , expensive and gorgeous and that overwhelmed you. You were groom's sister,the only close family which you wish you weren't. You too looked boring or you thought. Wearing a simple blue gown with a fake diamond necklace. Everyone was flashing each other the widest fake smile possible, you were familiar with almost everyone present there but you didn't wanted to talk with anyone. They all probably had some burning questions in store for you , you would rather drink poison than satisfy there curiosity.

"Y/N", you heard someone calling your name from behind, you cursed under your breath before turning behind , it was your brother, he looked good , but in your eyes he will always have the ugliest heart.

"Hi, Congrats on getting married", you said trying to sound as genuine as possible , you looked at his side and fuck damn. He scored, his soon to be wife was the most beautiful and eternal women you ever saw, how the hell he found such a pretty girl, you questioned yourself.

" Congrats you too, you look so pretty", you said to her, not holding yourself back from complimenting her, not even remembering what was her name. She smiled at your words and your heart stopped , she was like an angel you wanted to stop her from getting married to this asshole.

" Say something about me too ", Sein your brother whined out and you rolled your eyes .

" You are ok too", you responded, a sudden urge to walk away from this awkward conversation took over you , you are seeing your only family after almost eight years and the things you wished to forget were resurfacing after all this years, it wasn't healed. The simple conversation you were having contrasted the suffocating voices inside your head. You wanted to walk away and as if universe was by your side, your wish fulfilled.

" Sir!" Sein shouted loudly, giving your ear drums trauma. . Both Sein and his spouse attitude completely changed , they seemed like employees who never miss opportunity to appear appealing infront of thier boss. You looked at the direction he was shouting and you swear what you saw was masterpiece A human so dazzling , eternal , protagonist straight out of anime, it was unfair how your brother knew so many enchanting people. The exquisite suited, prince like man walked towards your direction , even the way he walks gives him main character vibes, with each second he was getting closer and your soul was travelling to heaven.

" Good Evening Sir, Thanks for coming at our wedding", Your soon to be sister in law said enthusiastically , Sein too buttered up something which you didn't decipher properly as you were busy checking out thier so called boss from head to toe, he had the perfect waist and body proportions, a model you wanted to walk away but also wanted stare at him a little longer.

"Congrats both of you", the man said out, voice so deep like ocean but his tone not carrying any bit of enthusiasm . You were about to walk away from thier conversation, as they both forget that you existed but you felt that mysterious man staring at you .

" Hello thier", that unknown man greeted you, slightly moving his hand in "hi " emoji , giving you a formal smile, his smile was dazzling you wondered how beautiful the real one must be.

" She is my sister Y/N, Y/N this is head of our department Lee Minho", Sein introduced you both to each other, a little too late .Even his name was alluring you said inside your head. Minho bought his hand infront of you, offering a formal handshake, you hastily accepted his hand and goosebumps appeared your body , today you were overreacting a little too much inside your head.

" Y/N, nice to meet you, will see you around " Minho said before pulling away , your hand felt cold , his warmth disappearing, he excused himself but Sein didn't let him go away , they were talking about somw buisness nuisance and again after many years you still felt embarrassed due to his behaviour, you walked away from them, leaving a helpless Minho to get devoured by the hungry employees.

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Wedding vows were the most boring shit possible, you don't know what kind of spells the priest is blurting out since last few minutes, it seemed more like a funeral this time, dead silence . You wanted to survive just a few mins , till the marriage is done and food is served but it wasn't compulsary to sit through whole thing right? So you yeeted yourself silently from the hall, walking straight up to the backside of garden from your memory thier was a bench there, so you walked up there and indeed there were two benches and no one around. Perfect.

You looked once again at surroundings before sitting on the bench and fetching up cigarette and lighter from bag, you weren't a chain smoker, Just sometimes on special occasions, the butterfly lighter cames to light. You burned the front of the roll before bringing it up to your lips and taking a breath in.

" So you smoke?", You got startled by a familiar voice from behind, a figure whom you were busy drolling infront of you. You coughed badly , feeling the smoke getting somewhere in windpipe. Minho came towards you , taking away the cigarette and destroying it by his foot, he softly tapped your back to calm you down, you were embarrassed that you ruined your reputation already.

"I am fine", you said in between deep breaths, still feeling the burn inside your throat, but a little lesser. You looked up at Minho, he was so close to your face , the soft moonlight shining over his delicate yet sharp features, you looked into his eyes and immediately got shy, your lack of social skills making you look down at ground. Minho sat next to you, his hand still moving up and down on your back, sending shivers down your spine, his touch was magical.

" You okay? I am sorry for appearing out of no where" , Minho apologized, his tone sincere, you were about to answer but a sudden epiphany hit you. From the second you saw Minho, you were busy admiring him, the way he walks, talks, carries himself and just maybe , maybe you were victim of disease known as ' Love at first sight'. You shook your head internally , cringing at thought before speaking.

" No , it's not your fault. I am fine now", you replied , trying hard enough to not stutter, halting his hand moment,Minho let out a sigh in relief, and even his breathing sound was hot--- you wanted to throw your brain into dustbin.

" by the way, why aren't you inside?", Minho asked you, a little curiousity visible on his face.

" Got bored", you replied honestly..

" Same" , he continued "I was forced to come here " Minho said sounding like a tortured victim.

" forced by who?", You asked him, trying to keep up with the conversation. The atmosphere was calm, some insects chirping and moon light, the climate of falling in love.

" by the groom and bride", Minho answered, squeezing his eyes shut as he recalled his victim origin past.

"I am sorry on thier behalf", you whispered in embarrassment, feeling like disgrace to be related so close to that asshole. Minho opened his eyes almost immediately moving his head in disagreement.

"no, not your fault, I am sorry if I offended you, I didn't meant too", Minho rambled on at this point you both were talking in circles.

"I am not offended Mr. Lee, I know how embarrassing and shamless my brother can be ", you said trying to clear up misunderstanding, not caring if you bitching about your blood or not, blood wasn't thicker than the sexual attraction you felt towards Minho.

" You not close with them?" , Minho asked you after few seconds. ,he was indeed curious about his employees life you thought.

" Well yeah.. ", you said not going into any deatails , the past was embarrassing and pure cringe to you. There was silence for few seconds before Minho spoke again, your interaction skills were down the drain . You don't know how so much time passed , you felt talking to a old friend .

"Your age?", Minho asked.

"twenty four, you?", you replied and asked praying that he wasn't any younger than you.

" twenty six", Minho answered. You both heard loud claps from Inside, indicating that the shit was over finally. You talked with Minho quite a lot , feeling giddy and happy after a long time.

" Y/N, you don't stay in this town right?" , Minho asked you nervously getting up from bench , standing right infront of you, his hands trembling slightly.

"Yes, why?", You responded , suddenly feeling something else in your heart.

" Where will you stay?", Minho asked you another question , what you found in this short time was he wasn't as confident as he appeared to be, he will spend his whole life in interrogation rather than straight coming to point.

"perhaps... Are you asking me to stay in your home?" You asked getting up and coming straight to the point, it was now or never opportunity, if just for a one night you could have someone as hot as Minho all for you , then there isn't any issue. Minho got speechless for a minute after your bold assumption but then smirked, looking like a evil sin.

" What if I am ", Minho answered your question with another question . " Will you stay?", Taking a step forward he whispered in your ear. This escalated from 0 to 100 really quickly.

" I am your worker's sis ", you replied playfully, running in circles just having fun at this point.

" So what? That's least of my concern. " Minho breathed out , moving the back of his hand on your cheek, his breath was fanning over your neck, you didn't remember when was last time you felt so hungry for man's touch. If anyone walked in the scene ,they will obviously think two people are making out, the distance between you two was disappearing by each passing second .

" Right now, I can only see you as a women who has bewitched me, me finding you here isn't coincidence; I followed you" , Minho confessed without hesitating slightly, too many different thought trains ran through your mind, him finding you beautiful was the sentence you believed the least, you had a really bad image of yourself and someone like Minho hitting on you with such words felt no less than a dream. You tried to find lies and mock in his eyes but all you could see was sincerity and a want to have you. Minho was someone who could have anyone , his aura made you feel that so why was he luring around you? questions like this rising in your head.

" Why me though? Are you into average people?", You asked him, now the air around you both wasn't only sexual but strange too. You didn't planned on having a long ass conversation, if this is how one night stands were supposed to be, you won't ever do it again . Minho let out an exaggerated gasp , tilting his head to side to stunned by the fact that you found yourself 'average'.

" Girl are you serious, you are a fucking rare beauty, I am holding back myself badly from kissing you right here and now" Minho exclaimed, sounding helpless and honest. Every word he spelled made your heart flutter like never before, you felt like becaming a main character in a romance novel, Minho was the kind of men, you used to read about , poetic cheesy shit made you completely swoon. You were about to have him , even though it was for just one night , you could have him.

You gave Minho a bright smile , your eyes forming cresent moons, feeling wanted and throwing away all your insecurities and just focusing on the man infront of you, for the first time he saw your real wide carefree smile, his heart was pounding loudly.

" Kiss me then ", you whispered against his lips and as if your words were command for him, he obeyed in milliseconds. You felt his lips against yours , softly leaving a peck. He brushed his thumb against your lover lip, staring at you with such an intensity that you could melt, he left a peck one last time before devouring your lips into a passionate kiss, fireworks sound erupted inside your brain, feeling like you won in life, his lips were perfectly made for you, his hand cupped your cheek tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss, you felt goosebumps all your body as his tongue entered your mouth exploring deepest corners inside you, he could still taste the cigarette smoke from you and it fueled his sexual desires even further. Minho pulled away , intaking deep breaths as he pressed his forehead against yours.

" Please come with me, my home is just minutes away", Minho requested you with such desperate tone that even if you wanted to reject the tempting offer you won't have. You gripped his hand which was on your face and mouthing 'lets go' with a smile, which he reciprocated.

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" Nice car" , you said while doing the seatbelt around you , the chilled air making you slightly tremble. Minho smiled at your compliment.

" Thanks", Minho replied as he turned off the cool the sources of cool air, you secretly smile, you didn't care if he did it for himself or for you, but you felt giddy over small gestures.

" let's start our Q n A section , shall we? , Minho asked you trying to suppress his laugh, he knew how exhausted and done you were due to his consent silly questions, he found you cute all annoyed like that.

"God not again", you whined, sinking down the seat as the car got all ready to fly to it's destination.

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" I survived death that day seriously", you were trailing off to a tale of your childhood, you got to know Minho more so did he, through the whole car ride you both were laughing like there's no tomorrow and stealing kisses at every chance, neither did you or Minho remembered the last time he felt so light headed and happy .

"We are here, Honey", Minho said as he stopped the car infront of tall building, he opened the door for you and tossed off the keys to gaurd, you looked around the surrounding in absolute aww , that shit was classy and pretty. You gazed up on him and already found him looking at you.

" Damn rich, Honey~", you teased him breaking out in small giggles, Minho rolled his eyes playfully before helding your hand and walking down with you, his every action was harmful for your poor weak heart. You entered the elevator with him, you saw him pressing on 25 th floor, the door closed and immediately you found yourself getting kissed by Minho, the more time you spent with him the more you realised how much of a great kisser he was, he knew how to suck someone's soul out perfectly .

The door opened at 16 th floor , a random women entering inside, you immediately pulled back yourself from Minho, staring at your right side awkwardly , not having courage to see expression of the lady who spoiled your little moment, Minho had the same reaction as you, licking his lips and asking the lady which floor she wanted to go and die and it was 28 th, she didn't reacted much and it made you glad .

" That was embarrassing", you whisper yelled as you got off the elevator with him .

"So you ain't into Exhibitionism", Minho asked you , a little smile dancing on his face, you rolled your eyes at him .

" Are you?", You asked Minho hoping for a negative response from your whole soul.

" Not really, I don't have to display something that's all mine", Minho said, a little possessiveness in his tone, only contributing for him to sound even more hotter. He held your hand again , walking towards some apartment, the corridor was long enough to have a jogging track there. Minho stopped infront of a black door, probably his house, he putted the password in haste haste, he opened the door and gestured you to enter first.

"Wow, this is really--". Your sentence got cut off by Minho, pushing you against the wall and capturing your lips for the nth time at night for kiss, but this time it was different his pace , there was some roughness in his actions which you clearly didn't mind. Your hands pressed against his built chest, you could feel how well built he was through even though fabric was separating you. tried to keep up with his pace but it was getting hard, spit pooling at corner of your lips as he entered his tongue, the wet muscle making you dizzy, biting onto your bottom lip messily. His hand on side of your head and other one gripping on your waist tightly. You pulled back , feeling hazy from from the lack of air in your lungs . You took few deep breaths , your eyes closed as you felt feeling intimadated by Minho's darker one's.

" let's move to bedroom", Minho breathed out , loseening his top shirt buttons, his suit already lying on the floor which you didn't noticed. You nodded your head at his words. Minho started walking towards right , you removed your heels before following him like a lost puppy, now that his black blazer wasn't there , you could see how hot his back profile was. It was going to be a long night.

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" Aah , fuck Minho", you moaned out, as Minho was eating you out well and good, hand gripping on your thighs, pushing them harder on to the mattress , his another hand working on stimulating your clit, moving thumb in circles and pinching it with just perfect pressure with him middle and index finger. Tongue going deeper and deeper into your clenching heat, toes curling at pleasure, your fingers moving through his head, as he was looking at you with hooded eyes, feeling too proud of himself to turn you into a blabbering and hot mess.

"fuck.. cum please , let me", you cried out incoherent words , your body drunk with pleasure by Minho's skill mouth and fingers. His pace increased at your words , wanting to give you orgasm as soon as he can. He kissed over your wet mound before , bringing his hand to slap over it roughly, bits of your arousal leaking out at the impact, you cried harder at the sudden hit, feeling much more sensitive now. He put his mouth again where it was slurping your cunt like you were the last meat. With a loud whimper your orgasm ripped off through you, leaving you shakin under Minho's hold, he growled while sucking up your juices, not wanting to waste any drop, you were a broken mess by the time Minho was done licking you dry.

He got up on his knees, detaching himself from your harm pussy, you caught a glimpse of Minho's face, he looked almost so filthy , his lips plum up red by sucking you out , mouth covered by your slick , tiny drops dripping from his chin, he looked at you, he thought he was looking at masterpiece, the hottest girl in world , crying on his bed due to his solely mouth and fingers.

" You gonna take this dick right, my love?", Minho asked you sweetly voice dripping with honey in contrast with his actions, he slapped your breast mid sentence, addicted to your small whines. You nodded at him, almost going dumb not caring he was a stranger just few hours ago.

" Fuck me, please", you begged, sounding so broken and helpless, Minho's lower half was still clothed while you were all naked at his mercy. His guts stirred up on your words , his dick was already rock hard in his slacks, crying to get freed.

" I will baby, gonna fuck you all nice and good", Minho grunted as he removed his pants along the boxers, freeing his dick finally. You whimpered at his size, he was the biggest you ever had in your hole. His brain filled up with pride at your reaction as he moved down at you.

" Never took a real cock honey?", Minho asked but sounded more like he was asserting himself. He put his cock on your pussy, moving the tip up and down gathering up your slick before finally pushing all his length inside you in one swift motion, you moaned , the loudest you ever as his cock ripped your insides, giving you no time to adjust only aim to stuff your cunt full of his cum not caring about the aftermath, his lips circled around your nipple, sucking it well and good while , pounding inside you without any mercy.

"so deep, you are big" you cried out feeling your second high approaching you, Minho's rentless thrusts never stopping, wet squeaky sounds echoing in his big room, his grunts were animalistic, you were sure no one could ever fuck you like this man and this night will always be unforgettable.

" Baby, you will be all loosed up and useless by the time I am done with you" , Minho breathed out and you know Minho was a man of true words .

part 2

[missskzbiased]

The Things We Don’t Tell

Summary: You were sure your life was written and directed to fit a sketchy Rom-Com and nobody could convince you otherwise. First, your boss was too hot to be true, and burning with desire didn’t even begin to explain the tingling sensations he left on you. Second, your coworker (a.k.a. Ex-About-to-be-FWB) insisted in turning your life into a living hell, which wasn’t the exact kind of hotness you were into. And if having these two hot men around you every single day of your life wasn’t enough to prove it, maybe the threat of your slutty secret identity about to be busted would be… But you couldn’t let this happen.

WC: 7,5 K

Genre: Smut, Humor (?)

AUs: Office, Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X Fem!Reader X Bang Chan  

(Not really a love triangle as Hyunjin is the Lead. However, Reader wants to Bang Chan)

Rebloggable Masterlist    //   Main Masterlist   //   Tag List

Warnings: Language, Thigh riding, Public space (Office), Exhibitionism, Possessiveness, Pet Name (Baby girl), Sir Kink  

[If I forgot anything, please let me know! I’m kinda sleepy right now]

Notes: There will be at least one more chapter but I won’t do a tag list post for now, only if someone wants it, cuz I’m too lazy to think about doing it right now. This fic is an attempt to experiment with some writing style things that I’ve been wanting to try. I don’t think it worked, tho SUHAHUSAUHSUHA But that’s life

- I’ll quite possibly change the title in the future-

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  You are a superhero.

    Okay! To be honest, you may be exaggerating a little bit ─ a tiny harmless little bit ─ but that was how you felt every single day of your life, alright? You had this glorious and mysterious side of yours that you hid from everyone else in the world… That mask that you couldn’t let come to the ground and would fight for dear life to protect… That side to your persona that no one was allowed to meet… The fierce, bold, and dark aspects of your soul that—

    “Y/N! I want those papers on my table!”

    “Yes, sir!” You shrieked in an embarrassing (not even slightly bold) way.

    — That you couldn’t show at your work.

    Yeah… So maybe no one actually thought of you as a superhero, but you really believed someone should start to. Was there something that different between your life and those low-budget TV shows people seem to enjoy so much? You didn’t think so.

  To be fair, sometimes you felt like someone wrote a questionable script and poorly directed your life to fit you as the leading lady of a sketchy rom-com. As if they just focused on checking out every point on a bullet list made up with rules for a successful superhero office drama that wasn’t even that good…

    … And speaking of which…

    Rule Number One: The stern (maybe kinda attractive) boss!

    If you had to define Bang Chan with a couple of adjectives, you would choose undeniably beautiful ─ extremely professional of you because the right words to describe him were fucking hot ─ and committed. Fortunately, it wasn’t an “I have someone waiting for me at home and a bunch of kids I must put to sleep” kind of commitment, which would destroy your hopes of having this man one day. Unfortunately, it was an “I’m better than the header and gonna run this company by tomorrow night” kind of commitment, which destroys your hopes of a peaceful day at work.

    Now, it’s not like you don’t want to do your job! It’s just that you didn’t sign up to be Bang Chan’s perfect little toy ─ definitely not the better words to describe it ─ and you didn’t expect to be joined by the hips ─ really? ─ with him or any of your coworkers. The thing is that Bang Chan wants to be on top ─ someone has to stop you ─ and he believes the only way to get there is to work as a team and be as perfect as one can be. In other words, Bang Chan wants absolutely everything and everyone to be neat, tight, and ready to be used ─ again… Not the better way to put your thoughts into words ─, but this just wasn’t who you were.  

    It also wasn’t the point right now.

    The point right now should be the fact that Bang Chan was striding to his office looking like he owned the whole damn place… If this was a movie, the camera would be focusing on his expensive, black leather shoes before scanning all the way up to his waist in slow motion. The scene would zoom in on his fine ass only to go a little bit up and catch the shiny, black belt wrapping around his figure. The outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination, but you had a hell of a productive mind… You could think of a few things you shouldn’t really be thinking about right now.

    Bang Chan didn’t seem to understand he was at work either.

    He rolled his sleeve up in a sexy motion that should be illegal. It isn’t. You can tell by the way there are no cops bursting inside the building and arresting this gorgeous son of a bitch.

    The lack of any authorities to stop this atrocious moment had you lowering your gaze to your desk ─ a vain attempt to ignore the way his forearms flexed as he gestured and ordered people around. If you were a little bit less professional, you would have some ideas of how he could do it in bed. With you. But you weren’t some kind of creepy perv who would be fantasizing about riding your own boss from dusk till dawn.

    Not at all.

    “Do you need me, Sir?” His secretary asks politely.

  A question that you would love to ask him too… In a totally and strictly professional way, of course.

    Rule Number Two: The (extremely unnecessary) nemesis!

    The shiver running down your spine could mean only one thing: Hwang Hyunjin ─ your obnoxious coworker ─ was standing right behind you, just like a bloody damn ghost. There was no need to turn around. You knew he had his mocking eyes glued on Bang Chan’s figure, and you could feel the air shifting as he tilted his head in a silent sneer before leaning on your desk.

    You refused to turn around and acknowledge his presence; painfully aware that he would flash a wide grin while looking at you with a knowing glint in his eyes. You wouldn’t give him the taste of seeing in your face that he was right; that you were staring at your boss as if you were a starving vulture. So you did the only thing you could do in this situation: You started to work. The sheets scattered over your desk wouldn’t walk by themselves to Bang Chan’s room, right?

    And neither would you if it depended on Hyunjin.

    The attempts to swipe the papers in your direction and gather everything you needed ─ to finally get rid of Hyunjin ─ proved to be vain as his hand took root on the desk. You pursed your lips in annoyance while glancing at his prominent knuckles and slender fingers; wondering if he would be so collected if he knew you wanted to crunch them. Probably not. But he gets off so fucking much on upsetting you that he might just want to take the risk anyway.

    “What do you want, asshole?” You hissed; stopping your motions before turning around to stare blankly at him.

    The face of an angel was the most accurate way to describe the sight in front of you. Plump, pink lips molded into a sweet smile and dark brown eyes morphed into cute crescents. None of those features fit his true self, though. Underneath the angelic façade, there was a demon called Hwang Hyunjin ─ who was resting his free hand on your shoulder for no reason besides driving you crazy.

    It would be easier if he was just a pretty face, but Hyunjin had a good body too. The guy looked just like a model ─ slim, tall, and classy ─, and even though only his collarbones peeked out from down his shirt, you knew that there was much more than the eyes could see.

    Well, you never saw it, but you had felt it.

    As far as you could remember, each curve on Hyunjin’s abs was craft by God himself. The way his chest was built for you to caress would be forever craved on your mind. You might never forget how soft his lips were in contrast to his lap… How his thighs flexed just right when you pulled his hair… How reactive he was… How his moans sounded… And how he put everything to waste.

    “Oh, nothing” He shrugged. As usual, his voice was just like sweet, hot honey; still, you could wipe the poison dripping down his chin, “I was just wondering if you had enough time to do your job while fucking your boss inside your head” He clarified sarcastically, cracking you a smile.

    Sometimes you regretted not putting his mouth to good use… He really needed to learn how to shut up for a while and stop being so… Unbearable. The silence he met had him scoffing; body leaning even closer to the point his face was practically hovering over yours ─ smugness plastered all over it. You held his gaze to confront him; breathe mingling with his in a heated mix that matched the anger under your eyes.

    Was he licking his lips as he stared at yours? Oh boy… He definitely wanted to get laid. It was your time to scoff as the frown on your lips turned into a smirk; eyes twinkling mischievously as you looked into his in a silent teasing. As if sensing that he was in trouble, Hyunjin tilted his head to look even more obnoxious than he was; face coming closer to yours to defy your newfound confidence.

     “You know what? If you stared at him any longer, I think his balls might have fallen off…” He whispered in a tone loud enough for just you to hear “Unless he saw the way you were looking at him… Then I guess his dick would go straight up” He assured you with a ‘friendly’ pat on your shoulder as he finally let go of your papers and straightened his back.

    “Are you saying it from experience?” You sneered; grimacing at him.

    “Are you telling me that you want me to fuck you too?” He retorted gibingly; not even thinking twice about it.

    “No” You tilted your head, trying to stay composed, “I’m reminding you that you couldn’t even kiss me without getting a boner… Just like a teenage boy” He arched a brow at your statement; pursing his lips as he hummed in wonder “I’m surprised you never came in your pants like the pathetic thing you are” He laughed; poking his cheek with his tongue before squeezing your shoulder in a silent warning.

    “I must have been quite a sight if you can remember it so vividly” You pretended not to notice the way he sniggered, pushing away the urge to punch his face.

  Nemesis was just a classy way to call him a pain in the ass.

  Rule Number Three: The (plain and uninteresting) secret identity!

  It would be impossible to miss the moment Hyunjin’s devilish smirk morphed into a bright, friendly smile. The snarky comment on the tip of your tongue was swallowed back in a bit; grimace dissolving into a wide grin as if you weren’t about to throw your fists at him. He giggled as his arms spread open before snaking around your body to pull you into a tight hug; holding you close and rocking your body side to side as a soft huff fell from your lips.

    If you didn’t know any better, your knee would be buried between his legs.

  “Way to go, Y/N!” He chirped, loosening his grip to take a better look at your face; eyes smiling as if the both of you were the bestest of friends in the entire world, “You’re awesome! I’m so proud… I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you as my teammate” He pursed his lips; dimples showing as he offered you nothing but affection in his gaze.

    You did know better, though, and it wasn’t too hard to figure out who was standing behind your back as you opened your mouth to answer him: “There’s no one I’d rather be with!” You reassured Hyunjin in a sweet, mirthful tone; tilting your head to return the fondness in his look in an act worthy of an Oscar “We’re a team, you know? You can’t get rid of me so easily” He laughed wholeheartedly at that; ruffling your hair before leaning closer to you again, resuming the hug.

    “We’ll see about that” He whispered in your ear, making you scoff.

    “What are you gonna do? Cry to Daddy so you won’t work with me anymore?” You hissed back; breaking away from his hug with a tight grin before turning around to meet Chan’s gaze.

    The surprise plastered over your face was millimetrically calculated; just like the way you pretended to be flustered as you stared into your boss’ eyes to see the pride shining on them. You brought the papers closer to your chest in what was meant to be an innocent, coy way ─ a technique mastered over the months you worked for him ─, and Chan seemed to fall for it as he giggled in delight. The poor guy had no clue all of this was as fake as your camaraderie towards Hyunjin, and he wasn’t about to discover it anytime soon if it depended on you.

    Luckily, it did! You had taken some acting classes; just enough for your next words to be naturally convincing: “I’m so sorry, Sir! We’re just so happy that –” The words were deliberately drawled to give him enough time to interrupt you. Just like you knew he would. And it was a good thing that he did because you had no idea of how you were supposed to finish that sentence anyway.

    You were a good actress, not a professional improviser.

    “Don’t mention it” He cut you off giggly; detaching himself from the doorframe he leaned on as he watched the friendly scene taking place.

    The amount of cuteness this man could deliver in his smile wasn’t fair, and it didn’t match the sensuality a simple gesture of his overflowed with, enchanting you. You gulped down as he gave both of you a silent order to follow him into his room, wondering if the duality he had in the office was remotely similar to what he could do in bed ─ a thought that shouldn’t be having a place in your mind right now.

    Hyunjin seemed to pick up on it pretty quickly too, and as soon as Chan turned around to head to his office, he bumped his shoulder onto yours. The obnoxious action was followed by your elbow diving into his ribs; a retaliation that took you less than a second and, luckily, Chan ─ or any of your coworkers ─ didn’t seem to notice. Neither of you gave away your silent quarrel as Hyunjin closed the door behind him, smiling at you when Chan finally took his seat.

     “It’s good to see that you guys have such chemistry” He confessed, and you had to suppress a scoff when you looked into his eyes. He had no idea… The chemistry between you two was enough to make you want to blow each other, “You know what I always say, right?” He boasted on a sing-song; much more at ease than he seemed to be earlier.

    You weren’t about to put that on the line, though.

    “You can’t have teamwork if you don’t have a team!” You warbled in unison.

    “That’s the spirit!” Chan gurgled, heading to his desk in a visibly good mood.

    What was going on? He wouldn’t be so happy just because you and Hyunjin were being friendly… Were you missing something? He didn’t seem in such a peaceful state of mind when he came in… It had to be something that happened after that. Perhaps he got some good news from his secretary? Or maybe… You narrowed your eyes as you caught a glimpse of Hyunjin’s hands fidgeting in front of him; his foot tapping the ground rapidly but quietly before moving slightly to step on your toe.

     Or maybe Hyunjin had something to do with it…

    “As I said in the email, Sir, I happened to hear some stuff around and… KQ managed to get an exclusive with Han Jisung” The sentence sounded just like a normal introduction to a report, but you knew it wasn’t. Hyunjin’s eyes darted to meet yours, glinting with anxiety and despair. He was informing you of what was going on, not Chan, “And as we all know, Jisung is a rising producer star, which is bound to raise their sales and might get in the way of ours…” He continued, swallowing dryly and widening his eyes ever so slightly.

    He was definitely trying to warn you of something.

    “Yes, I read the e-mail, Hyunjin” Chan agreed sternly; smile disappearing as his fingers intertwined to serve as a support for his chin. He looked classy and incredibly sexy, but your mind couldn’t afford to focus on it right now. You had to figure out what the hell Hyunjin suggested to Chan before blowing everything up, “You also said that Y/N might have the solution for this…” Oh, so that was it, you thought when Chan arched his brow; eyes connecting to yours.

    And now what?

    “So?” He encouraged you, detaching his chin from his hands so he could rest them on his desk “I’m waiting” He smiled gently; a closed-mouth smile that was supposed to calm your nerves, even though you could see how tumultuous his gaze was right now.

    It was practically a silent threat.

    In a normal situation, the predatory way he was looking at you ─ resembling a wolf when you were nothing but a sheep under his radar ─ would get you… Thinking.

    Your job wouldn’t be at stake in a normal situation, though.

    The pressure on your toes increased; the subtle way Hyunjin found to snap you out of your mind, despite your silence hanging in there for just a few seconds. It was obvious that he was freaking out just as much as you were, and you couldn’t help but blame him for this. Couldn’t he have told you about it earlier? What the hell was going on inside his mind?! Instead of taunting you about wanting to fuck Bang Chan, he should have warned you about that shit!

    That’s not the time for this, Y/N.

    The muscles on your face tensed as you tried to not give away everything going through your mind; lips twisting in a tight smile as you looked at Hyunjin: “Yeah, he was right” You answered calmly, even though your stomach was settled on becoming an Olympic athlete right now, “As I was telling him before coming here, Sir, I have someone in mind…” The relief washed over Hyunjin’s face; a genuine smile adorning his features as he withheld a sigh, “I happen to know I.N, and I think I can get us an exclusive” You confessed, shifting your gaze from Hyunjin to Chan.

    “The writer?” He blurted out, astonishment plastered all over his face.

    “Yeah… They’re a friend of mine…” You trailed off, embarrassed to say it out loud “They’re in the top trending now since their novel will become a drama and…” You cleared your throat, lowering your head to avoid his gaze. There was just so much of acting you could handle for a day, “I mean- It’s… Adult stuff, right? But they never—”

    “I know! That’s perfect!” He beamed, getting up from his chair to walk your way “They’ve never been seen! Nobody knows anything about them, Y/N” He laughed ─ he genuinely laughed ─ while clasping his hands together “Han Jisung is good, but I.N is better! This is hot news… FrontPage… How come you never told me about that?” He chuckled, placing his hand on your shoulder “Rest assured that when I get my promotion, I’m gonna have you right here in this room” He promised you in such a serious tone that a shiver ran down your spine.

    Rule Number Four: The (kinda horny) true self!

    There was not a single soul in the office as you made your way down the hall; eyes focused on the mesmerizing view outside. The sky was colored in purple shades, so deep that you would have mistaken them for black if it weren’t for the dazzling, sleepless city and its dozens of skyscrapers lighting everything up. Not even the full moon would be able to compete with such a beautiful brilliance, but it wouldn’t be necessary either as your gaze was abruptly torn away from the night.

    The darkness surrounding you didn’t allow your brain to connect the dots immediately, and you couldn’t help but wonder what happened when you bumped into something. The surface was much softer than a wall, yet firm enough to have you wincing for the impact; eyes snapping to meet the unlucky bastard that stayed until so late. The moonlight kissed his skin just enough for you to recognize the sharp features of your boss; clenched jaw revealing popping veins that distracted you for a fraction of a second.

     Your eyes trailed the path from his jaw to his neck, and you couldn’t help but wonder how it tasted like; if you could savor it like the sins you wanted to commit with him. The closeness didn’t work in your favor, and the hint of his scent intoxicated your senses as you connected your gazes. Something must have given you off ─ maybe your hesitation, maybe the lust glinting in your eyes ─ because the next second, Cristopher had his hand placed on your lower back.

   The warm sensation grew to a burning feeling as his eyes darkened while diving into yours; his stern, cold gaze contrasting to the feeling of his touch and sending a shiver down your spine. Could he have noticed the way your legs trembled as his grip tightened around you? The look on his face was indecipherable, and the intensity of his gaze made you feel too exposed and vulnerable to keep looking for an answer, so you averted your eyes away from him.

    “Weren’t you supposed to come as soon as you got his answer?” The way his voice made its way to your senses had the embarrassment washing over you. The huskiness in his tone made you gulp down ─ throat dry from thirsting over him ─ and the calmness in his sentence alarmed you as it didn’t match the disapproval in his eyes “It’s so late that there is no one else here anymore” He added nonchalantly; mixed signals getting you confused to what he meant by it.

    Was it just a way to scold you or was it an invitation?

    “I’m sorry, Sir” Despite not having anyone around, you whispered the words as if you could be caught at any moment now, “It took me longer than expected, but we—”

    “We?” His eyes were sharp enough to cut you off but the real reason why you couldn’t manage to finish your thoughts was the way he pulled your body impossibly closer to his “Were you with him this whole time?” He hissed right into your ear, letting his hot breath fan over your cold, sensitive skin in a silent threat.

    “Working” You corrected, even though he didn’t say anything.

    “Working” He hummed in agreement; hand going to tuck your hair behind your ear “As in how we work late at night?” He sneered, manhandling you to press your back against the cold surface of the glass wall that separated his office from the rest of the place “Or is it as in how he wants to work you on his desk?” He scoffed; soft huff almost as degrading as the way he held your cheeks with one hand and guided your eyes to his.

    “Neither” You guaranteed breathlessly; voice quivering in excitement.

    “Are you going to pretend that you didn’t notice his looks?” He narrowed his eyes at you; his knee making its way to the gap between yours before slowly rising to your thighs, “That you don’t know how much he wants to fuck you?” He laughed humorlessly, shaking his head in disbelief, “You better not, ‘cause I know you love it” He warned as he kicked your legs apart.

    “He could never fuck me as you do” There was such seriousness in your tone that it had him chuckling, and he nodded in approval before burying his nose in your neck, “I-I’m yours only, Sir… I know my place” You promised quietly, trying not to give away how aroused his jealousy made you feel.

    “Yeah…” His raspy laughter tickled your skin, and you muffled a whine as he grazed his teeth over your neck teasingly “But you like being reminded of it, don’t you?” He taunted, taking in your scent in a way that made you feel too small and helpless. He groaned as soon as you let a whimper fall from your lips, and you couldn’t help but struggle to stay still while knowing what was about to come, “Do I have to spell it for you, baby girl?” He snickered before sucking on the tender spot of your skin that he knew too well at this point.

    “N-No” Somewhere inside your head, you acknowledged that your reaction was insanely humiliating. He just needed a couple of words spoken in a sultry tone and you couldn’t even form a proper sentence. That was the power he had on you. And you loved it. “Only yours” The rushed tone made him smirk against your neck, stopping his path of kisses for a second to look into your eyes “Sir” You panted; returning his gaze with just as much intensity as he had on his.

    “Claim your place” His order was so tantalizing that you didn’t even blink before you finally let your knees give away, losing the support of your legs to earn the support of his thigh, “That’s right… You do remember your place” Somehow, this sounded like the best praise he could ever offer you, even under his amused tone, “But you have been such a bad girl lately…” He pouted as he caressed your cheek; hand stopping to grab your chin gently “And I don’t like bad girls… You know that, right?” He let his thumb reach for your lower lip, fiercely staring at it before grazing his finger on your teeth.

    Your answer was as silent as his request; tongue welcoming his thumb before you sucked on his digit. He hummed in appreciation, pushing it inside your mouth as you looked at him with big doe eyes to show a coyness that wasn’t really there within you. The action was followed by a swirl around the tip of his finger; as if to leave in his mouth the taste of what he was missing and prompt him to give you what you really wanted: Him.

    If he picked up on your plans, he showed it by giving like for like.

   He didn’t say a word as he pressed his thigh against your heat; leaning closer to let his breath fan over your neck once more. He stood like that for what could have been seconds, maybe minutes, but nonetheless time enough for his warmth to creep into your senses. He was like a poison to you; the intoxicating presence clouding your better judgment and destroying any will you had to have him losing control. You didn’t even mind the way he scoffed as you started to grind his leg; brows twisting to shout out a needy plea for release.

    “That’s a good girl” He approved, catching your earlobe between his teeth. The moan that fell from your lips was muffled by his finger and he didn’t seem to appreciate it, “I don’t hear you, baby girl” He complained, moving on to your jaw with a path of open-mouthed kisses that weren’t enough to distract you from his other hand “There’s no one here… Be loud for me” He allured you as his hand found its way under your shirt.

      The temptation was great… Scream his name as he fucked you senseless in the office... No risk of being caught… Just you, and him, and your dirty little secret…

    Your thoughts were all around the place, and you had no hopes of grasping them back as his cold hand brushed your side, contrasting to the warmth under your clothes. The way he touched you made shivers run down your spine; his slow, delicate motion enhancing your senses to every single second of his caresses. You held your breath when his finger finally managed to reach its destination; grazing over your nipple to have you succumbing to his wishes.

    You fought it as you could, but you were never much of a fighter.

    It was too easy for him to have you under his control, and he knew it. You could tell it by the way he chuckled as soon as you gave away how lost you were at this point. The moan that left your lips came all the way up from your chest, sounding crystal clear in the room as you let your mouth fall agape. Sucking on his finger and following his orders were the last concern you would have for this moment. The only thing worthy of your attention right now was the fact that you couldn’t get as much friction as you needed, and you had to do something about it.

    So you grind on his leg for dear life.

    “You’re so needy” The mockery didn’t have much effect on your mind anymore, so you just kept sliding up and down his thigh as if that was the only thing that could keep you going “You’re not even listening to me, are you?” He huffed in disbelief; thumb leaving your mouth so he could cup your face “That’s all you can understand, right?” He taunted, pinching your nipple to get your attention again, “Are you still there, baby girl?” He leaned closer to whisper in your ear.

      “F-Fuck me” Was the only answer he would get.

      “Manners” He warned; licking the sweet spot next to your jaw.

      “Fuck me, Sir” You corrected yourself; wrapping your arms around his shoulders to look for some support as you practically bounced on his leg, “Please, fuck me, Sir” You repeated, forehead resting on the crook of his neck as you clawed his back, trying to bring him as close as possible to you.

      “Louder” He demanded, and you didn’t need to look at his face to know that he was grinning, “Louder…” He instructed in a tone so low that you could barely hear him over the rustling sounds of fabric against fabric. Your breath hitched as his hand gently caressed your hair; moving some strands away from your face to take a better look at you. However, he didn’t get to see your teary eyes, “Come on, baby… Look at me” He asked in a tantalizing tone, alluring you to try and meet his gaze.

    There wasn’t much you could see through your hooded eyes; vision too blurry for you to grasp what was going on inside his mind. You could tell he enjoyed it, though. He always did. That moment when he could pinpoint you had given up on your control, that you weren’t yourself anymore and would be willing to do whatever he asked… He lived for it, for that rebellious flame of self-control extinguishing from your eyes.

     For who you become when lust overcomes you.        

    The grip on his hair wasn’t unexpected, and Cristopher offered you a small, wicked smile before you connected your lips. The kiss was messy and hurried; tongues exploring every corner they could find while your hands were occupied on getting rid of your clothes. Neither of you cared about anything else but feeling each other’s bodies as you ripped your shirts. The cold breeze hitting your bare skin wasn’t enough to cool down the heat consuming you, but it was enough to have you squirming and whining.

      “Beautiful” Was the only thing he said before pushing your back against the glass and adjusting his grip to take your nipple between his teeth. The groan that escaped your lips was almost animalistic, prompting him to answer with a grunt of his own as he sucked on your skin. The vibrations ran from your flesh to your core, enticing another moan that seemed to fall into deaf ears, “Louder, baby… I want him to hear you…” He pleaded, letting go of your breast just to grope it and give you a kitten lick on the next second “To know who made you like this…” He added before sucking on it again.

    Perhaps it was the fact that he thrust on you, just to tease your senses and make you thirstier. Perhaps it was the fact you had to support yourself on just one leg as he pushed his hips against yours and you tried to seek for your balance by involving his leg with yours. Perhaps it was his hand sliding to meet your clothed core; finger pressing against your clit to add a delicious, needed stimulus for your orgasm.

    Perhaps it was the words that slipped through his lips.

    “W-What did you say?” You panted; hips faltering as you tried to keep riding him, but steading their pace as his finger circled your clit to goad you “M-Mhm… S-Sir” You cried; hand burying in his hair to pull it and translate the utter bliss waving down your body. The string of mewls and urgent pleas spilled from you like a chant, getting him more eager than before, “P-Please” You whined, even though you weren’t sure what you were asking for.

      “Hold it” He ordered; straightening his back to look right into your eyes, but failing as yours rolled back to your head. His hand made its way to squeeze your cheeks, forcing you to look at him with a soft shake to catch your attention “Look at me” It sounded like a warning; stern enough for you to try your best to focus on him, “You’ll only cum when he walks right through that door… Do you understand?” He searched for any signs of stubbornness in your eyes, but his smile showed he didn’t found any.

    “W-Who?” You managed to ask; body trembling as you tried to hold every single string inside your mind in place, even though each one of them was ready to snap and unravel the crashing pleasure that was building up.

    “Why does it matter?” He scoffed, quickening his pace as the unmistakable ring of the elevator sounded on the room “You love being seen, don’t you?” He chuckled, watching as your body shook violently and your knees started to give away to the sensations running down your body.

      “Y-Yes, Sir” You could bet your voice echoed inside the building, and Christopher seemed to agree with you as he grinned in approval.

    “So look at your guest, baby… And scream my name” He instructed, pushing your face to the side. The doors opened slowly, revealing the lights inside the small cubicle right in front of your eyes “Let him know who you belong to” He whispered in your ear; hand pushing your underwear aside so his finger could come in contact with your core.

    The mysterious figure detached from the corners of the metallic walls to finally reveal himself. You met his eyes for a half of a second; enough time for you to recognize the one who worked with you every single day of your life. For the past few years. Someone who would be your partner for years to come, and who would witness and engrave your face in your most vulnerable moment.

    You came hard; probably the most overwhelming orgasm you had ever had in your life. It was impossible to hold back your voice, and you couldn’t help but howl his name; legs shaking and body collapsing into your boss’ arms. You squirmed and whimpered as you tried to recompose yourself; letting him help you ride you out of your orgasm and occupying yourself by staring into your coworker’s shocked eyes.

    “Thank you, Sir…” You breathed out, gripping his arms for dear life while the shame sank into your soul.

    Rule Number Five: The (grateful and satisfied) fans!

    And… Post.

    Oh, well… You did it. Again. There was something about displaying your deepest fantasies for anyone to see that was kinda thrilling to you. Your heart raced inside your chest just like a drum ─ well, if a goddamn drummer decided to do a solo but was too offbeat, to begin with ─ and you couldn’t help but stare blankly at the page without a clue of what to do now. It was out there… Why didn’t anyone say anything yet? Was it that bad? Should you delete it?

    Well… People have to read it before commenting, you know?

    Yeah, right… You just posted it.

    Chill.

    You licked your lips before biting them; feeling the rush that was posting about your boss online when no one else knew about it. If you were being honest, the best part of this wasn’t having the chance to live your fantasies throughout your writing. No. The best part was knowing that only you knew the true identity of Christopher… Or what you really wanted to do to him while he walked down the hallway. The best part was that no one would ever figure out that you were the author of the bestselling novel of the moment… That this steamy romance between boss and employee was nothing but your rawest desire.

     Who would think that the boring, shy girl from the office would be a smut writer? Who would think that you would have a horny, interesting secret identity? No one else but you.

      And this was priceless.

     Or maybe… It was priceless.

    As far as you knew, every single thing you cherished about being a secretive horny bitch could go down the drain tomorrow. It would be all fine if it was just a… Well, actually everything would suck. How would you look at Chan’s face if he knew you were writing about having sex with your boss while he was your boss? What would you do if they decided to fire you because of it? What would you do with your life from now on?!

     Don’t panic, Y/N.

    You had everything under control… Tomorrow morning you would be going to Jeongin’s house and interview him as if he were you. No one would ever suspect you after that. You would save your ass, Hyunjin’s ass, and Chan’s ass. And that was it. The perfect plan. Nothing to worry about. Just trust Jeongin to follow your script and make sure everything would go as planned.

    Flawless. Totally safe. Perfect.

    That’s right…

    You just need to take a deep breath and rela—

    The sudden sound caught you off guard; eyes focusing on the screen once again so you could understand what was going on. All of your worries vanished away as soon as you saw the notification on the top of it; announcing that you had just got a message from a fan.

     Finally!    

    The weasel icon was so familiar that you chuckled while opening the message; a smile plastering over your face as you let your eyes wander around the words. There was nothing more fulfilling to your writer ass than seeing the way Weasel always had something to say about your story. Sometimes, he’d give you some feedback on your style. Other times, he’d freak out about how much he wanted to “try those things out”, as he usually said. There were also times when he’d just get excited over the characters and their conflicts, which always got you laughing.

    It was fun to talk to Weasel.

    He was just as mysterious as you… There was no name to his face, and also no face to his icon, but both of you were friends anyway. He had been keeping up with your stuff from such an early stage that it felt natural to have him around and getting his feedback. It was so comfortable, that you didn’t even mind when he slid in your DMs, embarrassed to let anyone else know that your smut made him… Feel things. There was no need to elaborate on what he did about those feelings or those things. But it was kinda hot to know he enjoyed himself throughout your fantasies.

      His fantasies.

    Well… For the number of times that you used them to write your stories, it was some sort of shared fantasies by now. As a matter of fact, you never intended to make Christopher a jealous character but Weasel made the idea seem too hot for you to ignore. Sometimes, he’d open up about that girl from his work that he really liked and how jealous he was of the guy she liked and then… Well, it felt… Interesting.

    The thought of being desirable to the point a guy would want to claim you as his like this? Not that Weasel did it. He actually just mentioned that he hoped she was into this as a kink. You couldn’t help but picture the way he would touch her in such a greedy way… The possessiveness blinding him for a second… The grip tightening… The mean words and the humiliation… Oh, the sweet humiliation that would crush you as he whispered how much you would cum for him… How he was the only one who could make you like that… How he would ask you to say his name… To tell him that you were his…

    You could drink holy water and still be shaking just by picturing it.

    “That was such a good chapter… I didn’t expect you to use her friend like that. I thought it was a given that she’d end up with Chris” You read out loud, chuckling when he reached for your DMs to talk to you “Will we get a threesome or something, miss? 😏” He joked on the next line and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at this “I’m waiting for it”

    “You’re just a horny bitch, aren’t you?” You typed, smirking as you stared at his messages “No spoilers for you, though, baby boy… You’ll have to wait like everybody else” Teasing him was always funny, and he never failed to amuse you.

      “I’m not the one writing porn online” He pointed out, and before he could write anything else you shot him.

    “Yeah but you’re the one getting off to it” You retorted, getting a whole set of gasping and shocked emotes that had you laughing.

    “I have no words to express how offended I am” You chortled, shaking your head in disbelief.

     “Alright, Drama Llama” Why was it so fun to mock him? You wished you could actually meet him offline and banter like this in real life “To fill your horny ass, I might write a dom!reader next time… I was thinking about torturing the 2nd lead a bit”

    “First of all… I don’t think I want my ass filled, thank you for offering tho” Why was he like this? “And I was just joking” You frowned at that, confused by what he meant “Don’t you think that a threesome doesn’t go along with the characters? Her friend likes her a lot and Christopher is just a kinky son of a bitch… I thought he’d just show him that she was his and be an ass as usual”

    “What do you have against Chris, dude?” You rolled your eyes, although he wouldn’t be able to see it, “He’s way better than her friend! At least, he does something about her”

    “I have the 2nd male lead syndrome! You know that!” You chortled, very aware of this, “And isn’t that the perfect opportunity for him to do something about it?! I mean… I don’t want to be nosey but having a threesome is way out of character for them” He pointed out, and you had to admit he was right.

    “No, you’re not nosey…” You sighed; shoulders dropping for a second “It’s just that I’m upset about something that happened at work today and you know that projecting my problems on those characters is my thing” You pursed your lips, staring at the keyboard for a few seconds before deciding to continue “Besides, I’m about to spend an entire day with a guy that kinda inspired the 2nd lead and… I don’t really want to think about a sex scene with him, you know?” You confessed.

    “But thinking about torturing and having a threesome with him is easy” He mocked you.

      “That’s because that threesome would never happen” You sent it before you could think about what you had just written.

    “Ooohhhh!” Holy shit… The amount of emotes he had just dumped on that chat couldn’t be a good sign, “So having sex with this guy is something you want?! And that could happen?! ” Great, now you would have a Drama Llama-Weasel trying to get some juicy gossip about your inexistent sex life… WORSE! Your sex life with your nemesis! “Why don’t you go for it? I’m sure he’s into you if he’s anything like his character” Poor thing… He had no idea.

    “Shut up, it’s not like that” You brushed it off.

    “If you say so” You could almost hear him snickering, even though you didn’t know how his voice sounded like “I’ll just have you regretting this for the rest of the night” You snorted, shaking your head in disbelief. He was unbearable! “I have work early tomorrow but I’m gonna come back with questions, Miss… Wait for me”

    “What I meant is that it’d be easier to happen than having a threesome, not that I want it to happen, moron” You defended yourself but he didn’t even get to read it as he logged off right away.

      Great… He would never let you live it down.

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Since we don’t know what Miruko’s agency is like, I’d love to request hc’s of Hawks, Aizawa, Bakugo, and Mirio going there only to see it’s full of gorgeous black women of all shades, hair textures, and varying quirks. Of course they meet and fall for Y/N, who’s Miruko’s assistant (but a room full of black women is heavenly asf). I think their reactions would be hilarious since they’re visiting due to hero work stuff but they’re distracted by all the queens around them.

Keigo (hawks) x black!fem!reader, Aizawa x black!fem!reader, Bakugo x black!fem!reader, Mirio x black!fem!reader

TW: Swearing

Note: I love love LOVE this, and I hope you like these bc I had sm fun writing this

For obvious reasons, on Bakugo and Mirios parts you're her assistant but you're still a student (assistant in training?) And you're there for your internship. You also go to shiketsu!

Also, you said black women so I just assumed fem reader but if you want gender neutral please tell me and I'll fix it!

KEIGO.

This man wouldn't know how to act

Of course he's gonna be respectful because he'd hate to make any of these beautiful women feel even a little disrespected

But he is most certainly doing double takes👀

Keigo is in awe of the diversity

Gorgeous dark-skinned women, brown skinned women, 3a to 4c hair, women with vitiligo, albino women, plus sized women, and even more!

And they all look like fucking models

He feels like hes in heaven, and if he is, he's beyond pleased with life after death

But he swears hes seen a goddess when Miruko introduces you

"This is my assistant, Y/n, she's been working with me for awhile..."

Keigos attention span pretty much dissolved when you waved and smiled at him and he stopped listening to Miruko

You follow him and Miruko around, and help Miruko further explain whatever it is that he's there for

And he honestly forgets he's supposed to be fucking working

Probably flirts with you a little bit too

Miruko probably gives him an 'Alright hawks... I see you.' Loook

By the end of it, Keigo didn't listen to a damn word anyone but you said and most definitely didn't get the work he was supposed to do done <3

But he did get your number, and that's all he cares about

AIZAWA.

Walking into that agency damn near broke him

Hes lookin around lost as fuck because he thinks he just died and went to heaven

There's no way all these beautiful ass women could just be all in one place and on earth

And lord have mercy when he saw you he said "God is a woman"

Dare I say he blushed???

Miruko had something to take care of, so she had you show him around a little, since that was pretty much all he was there for

This man could listen to you just speak for hours

And since you're alone together he takes his time to look at you

Your hair (no matter how short), your face, and most definitely the way you basically glow when you guys pass by a window (Miruko probably has a lot of windows at her agency for that exact reason)

By the time you finish showing him around, this man is all about you

"You guys already done with the tour? I hope Y/n treated you good."

This man was still in a daze and could only nod

Shouta didn't ask for your number, but he did look forward to seeing you during meetings and any other time he'd have to come to Mirukos agency

BAKUGO.

His parents are fashion designers, so he's seen all types of women and people of all colors

But why the fuck ain't he ever seen none of these women in magazines?!?!??

Literal models. Every single one.

And when he saw you??? He's never been so stuck in his life.

He turned red in an instant, and was completely frozen in place

"This is my assistant Y/n, she's the same age as you and she's here for an internship as well. You'll be working together most of the time– and from the looks of it you won't have an issue with that."

Miruko definitely peeps the way he acts around

And you both do that stare that black people give each other when they both feelin the same thing

Bakugo is stubborn though, and he acts like he doesn't care about you

But fails miserably

This boy is down expeditiously, and he knows it and so do you

Always looking at you, getting blushy around you, and very obviously trying to find ways to be around you

You usually smile if you catch him taking small glances at you, and it makes him flush pink 100% of the time

And just to mess with him, when he blushes you ask if he's okay or what's wrong

He usually ignores you because he knows you're doing it on purpose so why the fuck you askin, you KNOW whats wrong

He walks you home at the end of the day, and eventually he (forcefully) gives you his number

You're honestly the best part of his week when it comes to doing internships

But will he tell you that? Absolutely not <3

MIRIO.

He walks in and the smile on his face is wider than usual

Mirio loves black women more than anything, don't @ me.

All shades, shapes, and sizes

So seeing all the variety in there just made him start chessin

Even their quirks have variety!

Fire, electricity, light, air, and even hair quirks

He complimented all of the women that walked by him

"Hi! You look gorgeous!"

"Hello, I love you hair!"

But when he saw you he could not hold back

"This is my assistant Y/n, she's here on an internship just like you, you'll be working together pretty much all the time."

"Hey there Y/n, nice to meet you! I already know you're gonna be a ray of sunshine!"

Yeah, he ain't even try to hide that he fell for you on the spot

Cracks jokes all the time just to hear you laugh

Purposely tripped over his own feet in front of you once just to say:

"Oops, guess I'm falling for ya!"

Mirios jokes are always corny, but he's so precious that you can't help but laugh

Sometimes, he gets distracted when he's looking at you, and triggers his quirk without realizing

Ends up naked and halfway through the floor

"Mirio... you set off your quirk again."

He laughs it off but you're like 'Sir this is the third time today you've ended up butt ass naked and inside the floor'

But at this point you've gotten use to seeing him with his cheeks out, and its something both of you often laugh about

Though, it's still alarming when a 6 ft tall beef cake is suddenly through the floor at waist level

You definitely know he likes you, and you like him too because who wouldn't?

The entire agency is rooting for both of yall

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