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Boss Me Around. KNJ [m]

boss!namjoon x assistant!reader

Genre: smut; office romance

Words: 13.9k

Synopsis: You have been Namjoon's assistant for four years but something changes the day Namjoon tells you he is going to get married.

Warnings: sexual content; unprotected sex; public sex; sexual harassment (not from Namjoon); oral sex (f. receiving)

You try your best to smile through the unpleasant glance that is set on you. You can't say it's the first time you experience it but it doesn't mean that you're used enough to simply not care. Even if it were true, you don't want to 'don't care'. When you arrived at the office and saw Mr. Choi's name on the schedule, you knew you'd have a bad day. Every single time the forty-year old man — an important partner of the firm you work in — has a meeting with your boss, Mr. Choi always finds a way to flirt with you. You keep a professional behavior but his lewd eyes and disgusting smirk are hard to deal with.

Of course, you could tell your boss but you know that this business partner is crucial for Kim Electronics. So you get a grip on yourself and pray for your boss to come soon. A relieved sigh escapes your lips when you notice Kim Namjoon through the glass walls of the meeting room. However, your reliever doesn't last long: Namjoon's face is tensed and his clenching jaws are a clear sign of anger.

You've been his personal assistant for four years and a single gaze is enough for you to know what's going on in his handsome head. You mentally go through his appointments to guess what happened but you can't find anything that could make him angry. Moreover, he is not really the type to get angry easily. You look at him with a questioning glance but Namjoon is fully focus on Mr. Choi, so you leave to give them privacy while they talk business.

When you reach your desk, you look at the different things that are planned for today but nothing could get your boss in this grumpy mood. You can't help but worrying about him. You attempt to let that aside and do your work, waiting for Namjoon to come back so you can ask him properly. That might be weird for some people that you two talk about non-work related topics but you think that your relationship with your boss contains some kind of friendship too.

You were 23 years old when you started working at Kim Electronics. You were so excited to have your first real job and were willing to be the best you could. At that time, and even if his dad was the CEO of the company, Namjoon needed to prove himself to the board. He needed someone hard-working, dedicated and that wasn't afraid of working overtime — the exact description of you — to assist him. You feel proud when you look back: you helped him get promoted to Finance Director five months after you arrived, and, recently, CFO. It's crystal clear that when Namjoon's father retires, the board will elect him CEO. A warm feeling of pride fills up your chest when you think about it because, for you, Namjoon is a great boss and an even better human being. However, you can't help but wondering if he'll keep you as his PA or if he'll choose that Min Yoongi weasel who is currently his father's PA.

Lost in your thoughts, you haven't noticed Namjoon coming back until he slams his office door. You jolt and basically run to him. You don't bother knocking and enter. You see Namjoon, in his leather chair, elbows on his desk and his head in his hands. You get closer and pat his large shoulder — did he get buffer?

"What's going on?" You ask him gently but Namjoon only growls in desperation

Your heart squeezes to witness him being so distraught. Of course, in the past four years you've seen him in all kinds of mood: angry that an important contract was cancelled; sad when his granddad died; embarrassed when his legendary clumsiness made him spill his wine glass all over himself during a launch party; and so much more. But it's the first time that he just shut his mouth, not confiding to you. You frown when you can't find what to tell him. You don't like seeing him like that.

"I don't know what to do" He eventually whispers with a broken voice that actually breaks your heart, but you stay silent, waiting for him to keep going "You know that this company is my whole life. It's my family heritage and I've always worked my ass off for it... But I don't know if I'm willing to sacrifice my love life for it"

Your brows furrow at the last sentence. Is Namjoon seeing someone? He never mentioned something like that. Honestly, you don't even know how he finds time to date. You're with him all day, and some nights too when you're working overtime — which happens more often that you'd wished. Your job is the main reason why you're single: further than spending most of your time at the office, when you're free you're too tired to go out. And you know that Namjoon works even more than you.

"What do you mean?" You finally ask when you recover your mind

"My dad came to see me this morning. He wants me to marry Lee Ji-Eun..."

"Lee Ji-Eun as Lee Jung-Hwa's daughter? From TalkTive telecom company?" Your voice is higher pitch than usually from the surprise

Namjoon nods, defeated. It's no secret that arranged marriages happen in the Korean high society. Big firms tend to consolidate their business by marrying their children. However, since Namjoon is almost 31, you thought that his parents were going to let him decide who he wanted to marry. You thought wrong. That's when something like that happens that you're glad to be born in an average family.

"She's... pretty" That's all came to your mind to confort him and that's not brilliant

Namjoon scoffs and looks at you, raising one brow that says 'Is that supposed to make me feel better?'.

"If you want to marry your girlfriend, I'm sure your parents won't force you to be with Ji-Eun" You try with an unsure tone

"Well, I don't have a girlfriend. That's the problem. My dad asked me if I were dating someone. When I said no, he came up with Ji-Eun"

"I'm sorry, Namjoon" You gently tell him, and you're sincere

Your boss gives you a weak smile, appreciating your solace.

"I guess c'est la vie like the French say"

You wince as he does the same. You both know that it's not what Namjoon imagined for his future. Actually, you've never thought about him being with anyone because he hasn't had a girlfriend during the four years you've worked with him — occasional hook-ups with random girls met at clubs or fancy events don't count as girlfriends. Is that why some weird feeling you can't seem to identify presses your chest? It's definitely more than worry about Namjoon but what is it precisely?

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Knowing Namjoon like the back of your hand, you knew exactly what he needed: to keep his mind busy. That's why you've added more appointments for him this week. The side effect of it? You working overtime to support him. As the days of the week went by, Namjoon grew more irritated, knowing that on Friday he'll have to meet the girl. Oddly enough, you went grumpier yourself too. You tried by all means to schedule something for that night but Mr. Kim father made sure to cancel everything last minute.

So, here you are, in Namjoon's office, facing a defeated Namjoon, a few hours before his date with Lee Ji-Eun. He is just sitting in his chair and you feel bad for him. He truly is a nice guy: always smiling, caring, protective towards his employees. He is strict, which makes him a little bit intimidating sometimes, but he's right. You are very lucky to have him as a boss. Honestly, you wouldn't work for anyone else, especially when Namjoon is also your friend. But right now, it's like all his positive energy ran off.

"Should I call you in the middle of the date, pretexting an emergency?" You propose and you feel lighter when a small laugh — the first of the week — comes from Namjoon's beautiful lips

"I don't think it's a good idea, you could have some trouble afterwards. However, keep your phone close because I might call you to get wasted"

You offer him a genuine smile. Namjoon has always made sure to give you some credits when he succeeded at the firm, and he's always invited you to celebrate it with alcohol. Some kind of 'blow off some steam' thing as he calls it. It's not something awkward or a way to get inside your pants, but more like a team celebration. To be true, your relationship with Namjoon has never been ambiguous: he is your boss and your friend, nothing more.

Of course, you're not blind and you can see how attractive he is — and if you were in fact blind, your female colleagues have made sure that you know he's hot. However, you never felt any sexual tension between you, maybe because you've never set the right mood for that, and not that you're willing to set the mood. But why do you keep looking at his buff chest tightened in his white shirt right now? Your body heat increases when your brain drifts away towards some filthy thoughts about the softness of his lips and the hardness of another part of him. You need to escape his office to prevent yourself from marking a huge mistake that would consist of you kissing and fucking your boss like there were no tomorrow.

After you make sure Namjoon doesn't need anything, you leave the office, promising to support him after his date. But now it's 3 am and you still don't have any sign from your boss. To be honest, you thought that he would call you at 9 pm, cutting short his unwanted date. But you have seen 9, 10, 11 pm and so on passed in silence. Does that mean that Namjoon got along with Ji-Eun? It's a good thing, right? But you can't help but feeling an unpleasant pressure in your chest at that thought. Your brain is working like hell to make up every single scenario possible of the night. You sigh every time you imagine your boss kissing Ji-Eun. What the heck is wrong with you?

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Namjoon hasn't contacted you all weekend and you're kind of mad. You don't know the exact reason but you guess it's because he told you he'd call you but didn't. Yeah, your pride definitely took a hit. That's why you arrive all grumpy at your company building. You even feel more irritated when you see Namjoon's office door open. Even if you have mixed up feelings — for undetermined reasons —, you can't act unprofessional. That's why you make some coffee and knock before greeting your boss.

Namjoon's smile has returned but you are not as happy as you thought you would be. In fact, you frown when you notice his cheerfulness.

"Y/N, hi!" Namjoon welcomes you, taking the cup of coffee with thankfulness

"Hi. Did you have a good weekend?" You ask but you don't know if you really want to know the answer

"It was nice. The date with Ji-Eun went great. She is amazing: super smart and funny. And the rumors didn't lie, she is gorgeous" Namjoon gets all excited and his eyes sparkle when he talks about the woman he is supposed to marry

You stay silent for a moment, trying to prevent a grinning. Is this because of what he is saying? Or because of your weird feelings? You've never felt like this around Namjoon. You don't really like feeling like that. What kind of friend is not happy when their friends' date was 'great' ?

"Great" You finally say but there is no excitement in your voice "I have to meet the new interns so I've sent you your schedule by email"

It is quite a lame excuse to get out of Namjoon's office because, even though you actually have to meet the new interns, you still have a good 30 minutes before that.

Are you jealous? No, it can't be. Namjoon is your boss. Yes, he is friendly but nothing ever happened between the two of you. And nothing can ever happen. You can't have feelings for him. You don't. But the itchy feeling in your chest could say the opposite... You shake your head to push away those ridiculous thoughts and make your way to the lobby.

Once again, you sigh — maybe the hundredth time this morning — when you notice Min Yoongi. Of course, this louse is here. As the personal assistant of the big boss, he'll make a feedback on the new recruits to Mr. Kim who will decide if one of them will be offered a permanent contract. Even though you understand why Yoongi has to be here, you're annoyed. A sudden urge of murder titillate your fingers. There is no secret that you two don't get along. At first, you didn't have anything against him but then, you noticed how haughty he was towards you. Is it because you're a woman? Or just because you're working for a less important member of the firm? You don't know but it doesn't change anything.

You roll your eyes, passing in front of Yoongi, not greeting him. Why would you when you know that he'll blow you off. It's kind of a shame because the man is surely charming physically. His raven long hair makes him charismatic and creates a real contrast with his white skin. His features are delicate but his dark eyes are a little too beady not to be scary. Perhaps it's also because he never smiles.

Some other employees are here to welcome the interns, too. You look at them with kindness: all those five young people are stressed but willing to do a good job, just like you four years ago. You still remember clearly your first day at Kim Electronics and your first encounter with Namjoon. At the time, you weren't used to wear feminine cloths and usually put on some jeans with a t-shirt. But your job gave you the confidence you needed to wear cloths that suit you, not afraid anymore to be noticed. Sure, your first day was full of mistakes from you, so much that you were afraid that Namjoon would fire you at the end of the day — you even spent your lunch time crying in the restroom. But Namjoon smiled at you and told you 'I hope we'll get to know each other better, then we'll be the best team work of the company'.

Your boss, who was 27 years old, was way more mature and intimidating than you. His charisma made you blush and stutter, and it didn't help that he was extremely attractive. When you started working with him, he was not as brawny as he is today and his hair was blonde and long while it's now short and in a beautiful brown cinder color. However, his smile has always been perfect with his cute dimples, making him less daunting. Actually, his smile is the thing that you love the most about him, not only because it makes him so goddamn handsome but because it's always sincere, almost loving.

The five young and enthusiastic people in front of you bring back all kind of memories to you. Among them, you spot a guy with a very unique style: he is tall and very handsome with his black hair and eyes. His features are so perfect: doe eyes, cute big nose, plump lips with a little silver ring matching his eyebrow piercing. But what catches your eyes is the black tattoos escaping from his cream-color suit. His right hand has some inked patterns and you can easily imagine that the rest of his arm is no different. If he weren't wearing a classy suit with a light blue tie, you'd think he is a rockstar. More than his unique look and handsome face, he has a strong aura. It's hard to get your eyes off of him.

"You're going to sexually harass the interns now?"

Yoongi's annoying voice and comment reach your ears and a shiver of disgust runs though your back.

"What kind of sick fantasies fill your brain?" You bark at him

"I'm not the one literally eye-fucking them"

"Don't you have someone else to bother?" You ask while rolling your eyes

"You get so easily annoyed, why would I look for a better prey?" Yoongi smirks

Honestly, you want to slap him in the face but you're not sure that your bosses will appreciate it so you just take a step away from him, hoping that it will make him forget your existence. It does someway since the little fucker—you mean Yoongi stops talking.

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"Hi, I'm Jeon Jungkook, they told me I'll be with you this week"

The handsome intern you noticed earlier is standing tall in front of you. His sweet voice and his bunny smile are the opposite of his look. He seems kind despite his intimidating piercings and tattoos. As they say, never judge a book by its cover...

"Hi, Jungkook! I'm Y/N, Mr. Kim's assistant. How are you? Not too nervous for your first day?" You tell him with a genuine smile

"I'm okay, I'm actually eager to know more" Jungkook responds, scrunching his nose

Cute. You instantly grow soft on him. Something about him really reminds you about your old self, at the beginning of your career. Namjoon has guided you all the way through it and you perfectly know that things would have been way harder without him, so you are willing to do the same for Jungkook, hoping that he'll feel as untroubled as you when Namjoon was around.

"Let's introduce you to Mr. Kim then"

You knock on Namjoon's door and enter with the intern by your side. You're surprised to see your boss on the phone but not for a business call. You tense when you hear Ji-Eun's name. You grow even more annoyed that Namjoon has a bright smile on his face. What the hell? They've known each other for five minutes! You wish you could roll your eyes but don't. So you just clear your throat, making Namjoon finally realize that you're here.

He straightens on his chair and hangs up. He looks at Jungkook with a questioning look so you take on yourself to introduce them. Some mundane civilities are exchanged and you can finally exit Namjoon's office. The good thing about having Jungkook working with you is that you don't have time to question your weird feelings. Jungkook is actually pretty good and works with his heart. You'll make sure to talk positively about him at the end of the month when Mr. Kim decides which intern should work at Kim Electronics. You spend all week explaining to him how things work and doing your usual job as Namjoon's PA. You don't have an extra minute to think.

Well, that's what you thought until Friday afternoon. In twenty minutes, you will eventually be able to enjoy the confort of your couch, doing nothing but binge-watching Netflix's new series. Your mood is a little lighter than the rest of the week — maybe the new light pink blouse you're wearing is helping too?

You're humming while entering Namjoon's office with a new hot cup of coffee for your boss. Even though you'll clock out soon, the same thing cannot be said for Namjoon who still has to meet a business partner tonight. You see him standing up, a file in hands and his brows furrow. You love seeing him like this: it's his 'work face'. The one he is making when he's fully focus on his job. His whole energy changes, making him a true successor for the CEO post. You could even say that he is more handsome like that.

Namjoon is so focus that he hasn't noticed you yet. You step closer to him but it is a really bad idea because at the same time, Namjoon raises his hand to push back his brown hair. As a result, the whole cup of coffee slashes your — unfortunately new — pink shirt. Thankfully, Namjoon doesn't like boiling hot coffee so you don't burn yourself. However, you're completely stained in brown color liquid and the fabric sticks to your bra and skin.

You wince and Namjoon's eyes widen. You don't really have time to feel embarrassed, even though Namjoon is clearly aware of your curves right now.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N! Let me help you" Your boss exclaims, already grabbing some tissues on his desk.

"Namjoon, it's okay, don't worry" You try to stop him but he is already wiping the liquid off of your shirt — or trying to

Actually, he is making things worst, the tissues crumble in small white particles on your shirt without even absorbing the coffee out of you. The gesture might be kind but Namjoon's movements are nothing like gentle. He is pushing hard against your chest, almost painfully. At every wipe, your shirt is stretched. He is definitely not aware of his strength...

"Namjoon, be gent-"

Your sentence is cut off by a loud noise of ripping fabric. You look down to measure the disaster: your pink shirt is totally open, result of all the little buttons popping. Your white bra is now visible for everyone and especially for Namjoon.

His red cheeks clearly acknowledge that your breasts are right in front of him. But you're blushing too. Your skin is burning and it's not because of the coffee spilt on it. Namjoon's glance and fingers on you cause a wave of arousal washing off all over your body. His eyes even seem to take his dragon shape, intense and darker. Maybe you're going crazy because for a second, you feel Namjoon caressing your boob with the tip of his long fingers — which causes a sweet moan to escape your lips—, right before he removes his hand like he has burnt himself.

He immediately turns to give you some privacy and you feel disappointed—No! You feel relieved that your boss didn't look at your breasts. What the hell is wrong with you?

"I, uhm, I have a spare shirt. Let me grab it for you" Namjoon embarrassedly says with a raspy voice

He grabs a light blue buttoned up shirt from his office cabinet. You know he always keeps one of them, just in case his clumsiness puts him in a difficult situation. Like right now. Except that you're the one in the difficult situation. Namjoon gives you the shirt without looking at you and exits his office to give you time to change.

Namjoon's shirt is bigger than you thought. The bottom hem covers your hips and butt entirely and the sleeves are so long that you can't see your hands. You decide to roll them up to your elbows and tie a knot to shorten the shirt. It will be enough to go home. You're not sure it's your best look, it's surely not flattering but, oddly, you feel good in it. The shirt smells like Namjoon: a light scent of lemon mixed with woody smell. Your insane mind wonders how it would feel to be hugged by your boss. You shake your head to get rid of those ideas. Lately, your brain is going crazy and imagines Namjoon in unprofessional ways.

A light knock on the door helps you to stop thinking non-sense and you informe Namjoon that he can come in. When he opens the door and his eyes meet your features wrapped in his cloths, his mouth opens. He has inappropriate thoughts about you. You look hot and cute at the same time. He can't deny a strange feeling of possessiveness towards you, definitely accentuates by you wearing his clothes. He is somewhat glad that other men will see you like that. He someway wishes to see you more often with his large shirt on your body. More than that, he wishes to see your body without his large shirt on. He has to gather all his strength not to let his dick get hard.

But then, he remembers your gorgeous boobs delicately held by your white bra. So pure and so erotic. Fuck, he wanted to touch you so bad, to feel the softness of your skin, to taste you, to mark you even. He has never had this kind of thoughts and desires about you. Not because he thinks you're not pretty — because you're fucking beautiful — but because Namjoon made a pact with himself: you're too attractive for his sanity so he'll stick to a professional behavior with you. He can't let his tantalizing controlling him. Namjoon is your boss, he can't abuse his power like that. But on the other hand, it's hard to resist, especially when he got a peak of your body.

Namjoon's eyes on you make you blush. You can't say what he is thinking. A tiny part of your brain wishes he finds you good. Once again, what the hell is wrong with you? Namjoon is your boss, period.

"I should run for Chanel's fashion show, right?" You joke and Namjoon chuckles

"You should" He says with a smile "But I'm a bit offended, my shirt looks better on you"

You cheeks redden harder and you look down. Why does your heart beat faster?

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Three weeks have passed since the shirt incident. Namjoon and you haven't talked about it, not that there were anything else to say. You're back at your professional relationship — a small part of you feel strange about it — and Namjoon had two more dates with Ji-Eun. Every time Namjoon says her name and his eyes sparkle, you get annoyed. You try to convince yourself that it's because he is less focused on his job — although he's not — but you start to understand what is truly going on. You know damn well that you're beginning to have feelings for your boss. But your jealousy — that easily turns into pain — is suffocating. Namjoon is your boss and he is going to marry another woman. That won't be good for you and your little heart. That's why you're trying your best to keep your feelings as far away as possible from you and your overthinking brain.

Anyway, you have to be totally focused on your job, especially when you have to deal with Mr. Choi. Indeed, Namjoon and you have a business lunch with Mr. Choi and his own assistant. You try not to pay attention to Mr. Choi's disgusting smirk every time he looks at you. You can't even smile at him fearing of him misinterpreting it. Unconsciously, you get closer to Namjoon.

You let the three men discuss business while you mentally take note of the details. You have a good memory which is a big benefit for your job. You're good at writing the minutes of the different meetings that Namjoon attends, formal and informal.

At the same time, you enjoy the delicious lunch payed by your company. You can't afford it with your wage but one of the bonuses of being Namjoon's PA is that you are sometimes invited to business luncheons in fancy restaurants. The starter was a tasteful cold tomato soup with parmesan cheese chips. And you're about to take the first bite of your steak with roasted vegetables puree. The presentation of the dish is so delicate that it breaks your heart to sink your fork into it. You hum in delight when the first savors spread under your palate. But you frown immediately. Sesame. There is sesame in the sauce.

You turn your head as fast as you can towards Namjoon. Your heart stops when you see his fork getting closer to his mouth. You scream 'Stop!' and harshly push his hand. His fork lands on Mr. Choi's shirt, staining it but you don't care.

Namjoon looks at you with big surprised eyes. And surely, the rest of the table has the same expression on their faces. You can't mind about it because you are completely panicked. The idea of what could happen drives you crazy.

"Are you okay? You didn't eat it, right?" You ask him, alarmed, checking his face and throat to detect any sign of swelling

"Don't worry" He answers gently, taking your hands off of his face but still holding them

His big palms feel warm around your small fingers. You look into his eyes and you're destabilized to see what looks like affection. You get lost a moment in his beautiful dark brown eyes. The intensity of his glance on you cuts off your breathe. Your eyes move by themselves to set on Namjoon's lips. You automatically lick your own. A not-so-new wave of arousal caused by Namjoon shakes your pussy, painfully clenching around nothing.

A clearing of throat tears you off of your thoughts and you step away from your boss's face. You look around and yell a waiter close by.

"Could you change his plate please? He's allergic to sesame"

"Sure, no problem" The waiter responds, taking the plate that could have killed your boss.

Now that the adrenaline goes down and you're getting aware of what just happened, you feel embarrassed. It's worst when you see the disaster on Mr. Choi's shirt.

"I'm sorry" You apologize to him with a small voice "I'll pay for the cleaning"

"Seo-Joon, go buy a new shirt. Quick"

His assistant wastes no time and basically runs to accomplish his fashion mission. It's the first time you hear Mr. Choi talking with such a harsh tone. He is looking at you without his usually lewd eyes but angry ones. You shiver, unpleasantly, under his threatening gaze.

You're feeling ill-at-ease and it's worse when Namjoon excuses himself to use the restroom. An embarrassing one-on-one with Mr. Choi begins and you instantly regret his severe eye. Yes, his salacious face has returned.

"Aigo! I can't wipe my shirt. Could you help me?" Mr. Choi smirks

As disgusted as you are, you can't say no while you're the cause of his stained shirt. You carefully stand up and get closer, your napkin in hand. Slightly bended over, you try to wipe off but it doesn't seem to do anything.

Your hand halts when you feel something against your butt. No way, it can't be. However, you do clearly feel a caressing movement on your ass. Your blood runs cold. Is Mr. Choi — this disgusting pig — touching your butt? You look up at him and notice his pleased smirk. You want to puke, preferably on Mr. Choi. You are completely paralyzed by horror. You can't move one bit. You feel disgusted by Mr. Choi's behavior but also by your body that has been soiled.

Namjoon stops his steps when he witnesses the worst scene of his life. Mr. Choi, one of his most important business partners, is sexually harassing you. His disgusting hand is caressing your bump in the middle of a restaurant. Namjoon has never felt this angry. He swears he could kill this yucky pig. He clenches his fists and runs to you to harshly push Mr. Choi's palm away from you.

"What the hell is going on?!" Namjoon yells, making few people around looking at your table

Your and Mr. Choi's eyes widen in surprise. You feel relieved to see him but also... ashamed? Why? You didn't do anything wrong, so why do you feel guilty? You look at your feet.

"I said, what is going on?" Namjoon asks again with a harsh and tensed tone which makes you jolt

"Mr. Kim, I think you misread the situation" Mr. Choi responds with such confidence that you could believe him if it weren't your ass he was touching

"Really?" Namjoon's jaws clench in rage "We're leaving. And let's cancel our partnership, Kim Electronics won't be associated with a sexual offender" Then Namjoon gets threateningly closer to Mr. Choi and speaks with a deeper and more intimidating voice "Let me tell you that you're lucky we're in public, otherwise, you'd be on the floor begging for forgiveness"

Namjoon grabs your hand and your bag and drags you out of the restaurant. He is walking so fast with his long legs that you have a hard time following his pace, especially with your high heels. However, he suddenly stops, making you bump into his back. He turns around to look into your eyes. Your boss's face is so tensed with anger, you've never seen him like this in the past four years.

"Has this son of a bitch ever touched you like that?"

"No, it was the first time" You confess, looking down

"Did he ever make you feel uncomfortable?"

You don't think like lying would be a good idea, that's why a weak 'Yes' escapes your lips with a murmur. Even though Mr Choi didn't touch you — until now —, he did ask some kind of personal informations about you, mainly when you were free, or if you were single. If these questions could have been innocent, the tone he used was more than suggestive and the way he sometimes got closer to you was not appreciated. But now that you've told Namjoon, you have hope to not have to face it again.

Namjoon nods like he is trying to internalize the information, gritting his teeth. He truly wants to punch Mr. Choi in the face. Actually, he wants to kill him. Rage makes his blood boil in his veins. How could he have worked with such a piece of shit? Putting you in danger? He is your boss but also your friend. He should have protected you. He should have seen the signs of the sexual harassment that you were undergone. He feels so fucking guilty.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N" Namjoon speaks again with a softer voice, a culpable voice

"Why? You didn't do anything wrong" You immediately say, the last thing you want is him to feel bad

"I should have known, I should have noticed. Fuck, I'm so dumb-"

You cut him off with a hug. Your arms merely circle his large torso and you can feel how brawny he is. You hate seeing Namjoon this devastated while he is not responsible one bit. And maybe you do need to feel safe and protected by someone you trust after what happened. Namjoon is this person. Your heart breaks to see him this guilty but also speeds up to feel him in your arms. That's when you know. You have fallen in love with him.

Namjoon freezes one second before hugging you back. His strong arms totally wrap around your frame. You seem so small and delicate between his arms. It feels right. You're so beautiful, so smart, so funny, so kind to everyone. You don't deserve to be treated like that by a fucking pervert. You deserve to be cherish every single day and the man you'll choose to be with will be the luckiest bastard in the world.

"Stop apologizing, you didn't do anything wrong, Namjoon" You say in his buff chest "I should have told you how I felt"

"No, you have nothing to feel guilty about. He's a fucking asshole. I swear, I won't ever let something like that happen to you again. If someone touches you, I'll take care of them personally"

It's not only a promise he is making to you, but to himself too. You're too precious in his life. The alarming tsunami that shakes his heart at the idea of you being hurt leads him completely lost with his feelings. Why does he feel this moved by anything that happens to you? Why does he feel his heart trying to escape his rib cage to enter yours?

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You put aside what happened at the restaurant with Mr. Choi for the rest of the week. It's not really hard not to think about it when you have so much work to do. However, it's when you're home alone and have more time to think that it gets harder. Namjoon made sure you were okay and kept telling you that it wasn't your fault. It's still a little bit hard to believe but you know that, with a little more time, you'll truly understand it. Your boss also kept his promise and cut off all business ties Kim Electronics had with Mr. Choi's company. Thankfully, it didn't affect too much the firm you work in since others business partners virtually begged to take Mr. Choi's place.

You gather your documents and head to the board meeting room. Today is the final day of the interns and several employees — including you — are invited to present a report on their work. You didn't change your mind and think that Jungkook should be the one to get a job offer from Kim Electronics.

The atmosphere of the room suddenly changes when Mr. Kim, the CEO, enters, followed by Yoongi. Namjoon looks so much like his dad: tall, dragon brown eyes, charismatic aura. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree like they say. You bow at your big boss like your other colleagues and the meeting starts. Even if some employees defend other interns, most of them praise Jungkook's work. He was enthusiastic and motivated with everyone and showed a real willing to learn the job.

"I kept a report that I asked him to write at the end of his first week. As you can see, he has done a very good job at it and I'm sure that, if we give him the opportunity, he'll be an important element of our team" You end your presentation, glad of how it turned out

Well, that was before the little brat of Yoongi. The second you set eyes on him, you notice his mischievous smirk. Even before he opens his vicious mouth, you want to slap him in the face.

"You seemed to get along with Mr. Jeon. I even think you're the one who got to know him the best. Maybe you could tell us more about his personality? Is he nice?" Yoongi's voice is jeering and a little condescending but you're sure that no one gets it

You know damn well what he means by 'nice'. Yoongi hasn't stopped implying that you had a crush on Jungkook. His sick brain is obsessed with the idea of you having a relationship with Jungkook for whatever reason. But is he really willing to discredit your judgment in front of your boss? You swear you could strangle him right now.

"Jungkook seems to be loyal. Like I said, he is cheerful and motivated. These are the qualities we should look for in a candidate, don't you think Mr. Min?" You answer and internally jump in joy when you witness Yoongi's face turning red in frustration

"Sure" He simple replays, jaws clenched

A few minutes later, a vote designates Jungkook as the intern who'll get the job offer. The good news make you happy. Jungkook truly deserves it after how hard he has worked this month. You can't wait to tell him. You feel like a proud mom, maybe because you see Jungkook as your protégé.

On your way back to your desk, you encounter Jungkook. His all back suit and tie enhances his charisma but the big bunny smile and scrunching nose he gives you make your heart melt in cuteness. You exchange few civilities.

"We just had the meeting regarding you guys" You tell him at some point

"Oh really? How did it go?" He genuinely asks, without even thinking about him in particular but about his four colleagues that became his friends

His sincerity moves you. He looks so much like you four years ago.

"Can I tell you a secret?" You ask with a smile and he nods

You step closer, stand on your tiptoes — Jungkook shouldn't be this tall — and whisper in his ear.

"You're the one who'll get the offer"

Jungkook looks into your eyes, surprise painted on his face. It just lasts a few second because he soon blushes hard.

"Really?" He says with a small voice, just like he was afraid to wake up from a dream if he speaks too loud

"Yes, congratulations!" You tell him

He gives you a big hug, his body completely controlled by his euphoria. You giggle and hug him back. Seeing his reaction proves you once again that he deserves it.

However, in this moment of ecstasy, you didn't notice Namjoon. He, on the other hand, is clearly aware of what's going on. He looks at Jungkook hugging you and a heavy pound is drawing down his heart for an unknown reason. When did you get this close to this intern? He knows you were in charge of him at the beginning of the month but did you keep in touch? Your bright smile caused by another man's embrace irritates him so much. What the hell is going on?

He doesn't think too much and walks — would he dare to say run? — to the two of you and clears his throat. Your pretty eyes land on Namjoon's face and you step away from Jungkook. The young man greets your boss but Namjoon doesn't really respond. Yet, he addresses you:

"You didn't forget our tryst, right?"

What?

Yes, you have planned to grab a drink with Namjoon tonight to wind down all the stressful events of the week, and it's not the first time, but it surely is the first time your boss refers to it as a 'tryst'. It's not a business meeting but it's nothing like a romantic date so why would Namjoon use such a confusing word?

"I-I didn't" You stutter, not sure what else to say

"Good, see you later then, Y/N" Namjoon replies with a bright smile that shows his dimples and leaves as fast as he has arrived, leading to an awkward silence between you and Jungkook

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You don't know if that's because of Namjoon's words earlier but you do feel nervous while waiting for your boss. You do as always, that is to say you're standing at your desk, right in front of Namjoon's office. You know that he'll join you in a few minutes and your heart beats irregularly. You try some breathing exercices to calm you down. It works — until you heard Namjoon's steps getting closer to you. You're sure you're blushing facing his handsomeness. God, this cream-color suit with his white shirt are too perfect on him.

"You're ready?" He asks you with a smile

You nod and you two exits the building. You're heading towards your usual spot: a lounge bar not so far away from Kim Electronics building. It's not really your style, the bar being attended by rich business men and women, but you know that Namjoon likes it. It's not at all surprising since he grew up in the social elite. However, he is not haughty. He treats people right and never thinks he's superior just because he has money. To be honest, his parents made sure to teach him values and he is so thankful of that when he sees other chaebol, sons or daughters of the rich industrial South Korean conglomerate, being total dicks.

Your nervousness fades with the glasses you swallow. Four glasses of wine later, you're a little bit more than tipsy. In fact, you've drunken faster than you usually do because you didn't know how to act with Namjoon. You're now fully aware of your feelings for him but you can't say anything when he is getting married to someone's else. You sigh at that thought and drink another sip of alcohol.

"Are you okay?" Namjoon asks, worried that you haven't spoke much tonight

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" You answer but not looking at him, he knows damn well you're lying

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

The softness of his deep voice and the sudden coming closer to look at you in the eyes are a threat for your weak heart. Fuck, he is even more handsome at close range. You loose all your determination and allow yourself to get lost into his beautiful eyes. Your owns slowly make their way to Namjoon's full lips, dying to taste them. You can clearly depict his little mold under his lower lip and you crave to feel him. A fire sets up inside you and goes right between your legs. You press your thighs together because of your pussy wetness. It enhances when Namjoon pokes his tongue out to moisture his lips, making them juicier.

"Don't marry her"

What the fuck are you saying?! You didn't even realize your words until it's too late. You wish the ground below you could open and swallow you.

"What?" Namjoon's high pitch and gulp say much about his surprise

"I was joking" You attempt, faking a little laugh — you don't even believe yourself

Namjoon doesn't say anything and you feel worse. He is your friend but he is also your boss. You can't tell him not to marry Lee Ji-Eun while you know that they — unfortunately — get along and that their marriage would have such a good and big impact on Kim Electronics. You're ridiculous if you think, just for one second, that something could happen between you and Namjoon. He is way too handsome, way too important to be interested in you. You're just a mundane person. The only reason you're talking to him is because you work for his family's company.

Even though you've been knowing this harsh reality for a long time, it still hurts to remember it. Water fills your eyes and you turn your head to prevent Namjoon from noticing it. But it's too late. You feel two big and warm palms on your cheeks, gently making you look at him. A worried expression is painted on his handsome face.

"Hey, tell me what's wrong" He speaks softly, his heart breaking a little when he remarks the pain into your pretty eyes

You can't tell him the whole truth but you can say a part of it.

"It's just that... I'm afraid things will change between us, at work" Your voice breaks at the last word

It's crystal clear that everything will change after Namjoon's wedding. Would you be strong enough to see the man you love with someone else? To suffer in silence while he'll look at Ji-Eun with love eyes?

"Nothing will ever change between us, Y/N. You're not just my assistant, you're my friend" Namjoon's soft tone is supposed to release you but his words are another dragger in your heart

It's even more painful when his hands caressing your cheeks — now soaked by the tears you couldn't hold — are nothing like the sense you would like them to have. He is doing that by friendship, and you would like him to do it by love.

"I have an idea" You gulp since you have a bad feeling about what Namjoon is going to propose "Let's go hiking, with Ji-Eun. You'll see you have nothing to worry about. I'm sure you'll get along"

Fuck, that hurts. The light of affection in Namjoon's eyes when he talks about Ji-Eun is painful to watch. Even his gorgeous smile and dimples look like a deadly weapon when they're for someone's else. You swallow the lump in your throat and agree. What else could you do? So you drink more than you should to forget that you made a pact with the devil.

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You thought about all kinds of excuses to cancel the hike but you're a terrible liar and Namjoon would have read right into your lies. For the first time in your life, you pray for a rainy day in May. However, stepping out Namjoon's car — he came to pick you up while Ji-Eun uses her own car to meet you directly at Bukhansan National Park —a bright sun is shining high in the sky on this Saturday morning. You sigh while Namjoon grabs your two backpacks with water, snacks and first aid just in case. He helps you wearing it and adjusts the straps. The brief contact of his hands on your shoulders doesn't go unnoticed by your heart. Why are you sensitive when it comes to him? You can hear your heartbeats in your ears. You're so stupid when you're in love.

"Great!" Namjoon exclaims, finding you very cute with your white cap on and your pouty face

You take a few seconds to appreciate Namjoon without his working clothes. He looks so different with his tight dark blue tank top and his black shorts, with a white cap just like you. You can clearly see his muscles flexing every time he moves. His biceps are huge, way more that you could imagine when they wrapped under the fabric of his shirts. His tank top molds his buff chest so well, you can practically count his abs. You can't deny that he's hot like that, so fucking daddy material. Imagining him being your baby daddy and the process of making it raises a wave of arousal in you. Okay, you're officially crazy...

A horn stops your fantasy. You look up to witness a big red Range Rover getting parked. It doesn't take long for Ji-Eun to step out and meet you. You put a smile on your face while your whole confidence crumbles down. Ji-Eun is so gorgeous, way more than the photos you've seen of her. Her fair skin compliments her dark eyes and hair. Her features are delicate, she looks like a china doll. Just as if wasn't enough for her to have a perfect face, she is wearing a way more appealing outfit than you. Ji-Eun could be a model for a sportswear brand: her adjusted white fake-skirt and her fitness tank top hugs her small frame perfectly.

You look down at your own cloths and frown. You should have picked something more complimenting than some oversize shorts — they actually once belong to your dad in the 1980s — and an old t-shirt from your university. You have no style. Hopefully, your hiking skills will give the change. To be true, you like hiking and since Namjoon discovered your taste in common, he has often invited you to go on a hike with him. You quite love those moments with your boss outside the office. You get to forget everything and breathe pure air for a few hours, and you talk about anything except work. You also do think that this kind of activities deepen your connection with him.

However, his fucking I'm-stupidly-in-love smile has returned and Ji-Eun blushes. You want to slap them both in the face. A burning jealousy builds inside you and you hate the feeling. It hurts to see the man you love loving someone else.

"Namjoon! I hope you didn't wait too long for me" Ji-Eun says with an annoying honey voice

Yeah, just like you weren't here.

"Not at all. Let me introduce you" Namjoon turns towards you "This is Y/N, my assistant and good friend. Y/N, you can officially meet Ji-Eun after hearing so much about her"

"Nice to meet you" You find the strength to lie

"Me too" Ji-Eun offers you a shy smile

Actually, Ji-Eun has heard of you too. Namjoon often talks about you, rather because it's related to work or — something she doesn't like much — unrelated to work. When he offered Ji-Eun to join you for hiking, she accepted thinking that she'd feel less threaten by you. However, it's worse now. She expected you to be less pretty. Ji-Eun is pretty confident about her look, that's why she didn't suggest a one-on-one date with Namjoon today. But now, she knows that it's impossible for Namjoon not to find you attractive. Maybe she should allude for Namjoon to put you in another service after their wedding? Just to keep you away from him.

"Alright" Namjoon claps enthusiastically in his hands "Let's go!"

Your little group starts hiking. At first, you cursed at yourself for wearing an ugly cap but when you see how Ji-Eun is slowly melting down under the sun, you're pretty glad with your choice.

After a few minutes, the rail gets more inclined since the Bukhansan Mount starts. The park is an attended spot of Seoul people willing to go on a trek. It's not an easy one but the delightful tensing in your legs as you feel your muscles working is a great reward. The nature, the trees, the flowers and the butterflies around you clean your lungs from the pollution of the South Korean capital.

"One step further—" Namjoon starts suddenly

"One less step later" You fill, and you both laugh

It's something you've kept saying the first time Namjoon and you went to hike. Namjoon was so tired that day that he was complaining non-stop. So you came up with this sentence to keep him motivated.

"You remember when we went to Geumjeongsanseong Fortress, in Busan?" Namjoon asks you

"Of course I remember! I thought I was going to kill you" You joke

Your hike to Geumjeongsanseong Fortress is definitely one of the most memorable moments with your boss. It was two years ago when Namjoon was assisting a major event with the main industrial firms of South Korea. Since you had one day off, you'd decided to go for a trek. You knew this trek was one of the most difficult ones: nine miles with huge stones path, almost climbing parts. The point was to visit the famous fortress. However, nothing went as it was supposed to when it started raining. Or more like pouring. You had no other choice than to keep going, careful not to break an ankle on a sliding rock. You remember damn well asking your boss if he had checked the weather and his positive respond, while he actually didn't do it.

"I've never seen you this mad" Namjoon continues

"I was but, I have to say, the path was beautiful. I don't regret it"

"I'm glad to hear that" Namjoon gives you a bright smile, remembering all the hardships you both went through to see the goddamn fortress

If you and Namjoon are sharing a good laugh, full of different memories and private jokes, Ji-Eun is boiling in rage. Namjoon used to give her his loving eyes and his genuine smile. So why is he giving them to his assistant? Ji-Eun loves to be the center of attention and right now, it's like she isn't even here. More than jealous, she feels attacked in her pride. She and Namjoon are definitely going to get married so she has to get rid of you. You're just a stupid assistant. Your family is not rich, has no relations with the social elite. In other words, you're nothing.

"Namjoon, do you have some water please?" Ji-Eun asks with a fake weak voice

She is planing to fake a weakness so Namjoon worries and focuses on her.

"Of course"

You stop so Namjoon can dig into his backpack and pull out a fresh bottle of water. Ji-Eun takes it delicately and only drinks a sip. You frown, finding it suspicious. If she were really thirsty, she would have drunk more than this.

"Could you walk next to me? I didn't take a hat, but you're tall enough to be my personal parasol" Ji-Eun giggles

She. is. fucking. annoying.

"No prob" Namjoon's usual cheerfulness shines through his sincere smile

He has no clue of Ji-Eun's deceit. You, on the other hand, are clearly aware of it. Especially when she gives you a cold glance.

You're concentrated on internally bitching on Ji-Eun, walking faster than the couple. The sunny weather is the complete opposite of your grumpy mood. You let your inner negative feelings take over you and you rip on a small rock. A vivid pain immobilizes your left ankle and you harshly fall on the ground. If your ankle weren't so painful, maybe you could have felt the hardness of the ground against your kneels and palms, causing small drops of blood forming on your freshly bruised skin.

"Arg!" You hiss when you try to stand up

"Y/N!" Namjoon exclaims as he runs to you

Worry is all over his face but it's nothing compared to all the emotions shaking his chest. He is panicked that you've hurt yourself. The little traces of blood on yours hands and knees makes him wince.

"Where are you hurt? Is it your ankle?" He asks with urgency

You nod, your eyebrows furrowing in pain. Namjoon palpates the source of the pain. He concentrates to feel anything that it's not at the right place but, thankfully, no broken bones is detected. He takes off the first aid kit off of his bag and tightly bandages your ankle.

"I think you've have sprained it" Namjoon says softly "Get on my back, you're going back"

You wince at the idea but when you're up, you quickly realize that you can't walk. You're so fucking stupid. You should have been concentrated on your steps rather than on your jealousy. Actually, more than jealousy, it's pain that you've have felt when you saw how good Namjoon and Ji-Eun looked together. They are both so beautiful and their smiles are so wide when they look at each other.

Namjoon gives his backpack to Ji-Eun who takes it reluctantly. Then, Namjoon kneels down, and you get up on his large back. He secures his forearms under your knees and stands up with no difficulty, just as you were as light as a feather.

"You okay?" He asks you as he starts walking

"Yeah, don't worry about me. Are you though?"

"Of course I am, I get to show my muscles to a pretty lady" Namjoon jokes

Your hearts skips a beat when you wonder if he meant Ji-Eun or you. It isn't really important because you feel your cheeks redden — hopefully you can blame it on the weather — and your heart enhances its pace. When you get to fill Namjoon's neck between your arms, you forget all the pain in your ankle. You love the sensation. You love his scent. You love how his big frame fit in your smaller one.

Namjoon, even if he tries to stay focus on the path not to drift and hurt you more, truly feels the warmth of your body. He also enjoys a little more than he should your boobs pressed against his back. He tightens his grip around your thighs to pull you closer and feel you better. He wishes he could hold you without the lame excuse of your sprained ankle but he knows he shouldn't even think about it. So he keeps his fantasy of his body between your legs — this time facing you — to himself and walks fast to redirect his blood from his hardening cock to his moving legs.

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Namjoon is sitting at a coffee shop with Ji-Eun after dropping you at your home. He made sure to put some ice on your ankle and asked you one hundred times if you wanted him to stay. You declined, arguing you were tired while you just wanted to cry, knowing that the man who took care of you was destined to someone's else. Namjoon left you with heavy heart and met Ji-Eun as she proposed him.

They still have both their hiking clothes. Ji-Eun is talking about something but Namjoon has no clue since all he is thinking about is you. He wonders if you're okay, if your ankle doesn't hurt much. You looked sad when he left, causing him to grow worried.

"Are you listening?" Ji-Eun asks him with an upset tone

"Sorry, I was worried about Y/N" Namjoon sincerely answers

'You, again' Ji-Eun thinks with clenched jaws. She really has to do something. Her pride makes her want Namjoon's total attention. She is not willing to share it with someone like you. She doesn't really have feelings for Namjoon, even though he is a good looking guy, but his social status and his money are what Ji-Eun is interested in. He will make her look good and that's all she wants. And you in the frame would be like a strain on the painting.

"You know, I think you should keep your distance with your assistant" She starts, faking a worry

"What? Why?" Namjoon is taken aback

Ever since you entered his life, he has never imagined working — or living — without you by his side. He always thought you would be the one next to him when he is finally elected CEO of Kim Electronics. Not only because you play a great role in his success but also because he wants you there, as a person he cares about.

"When we get married, you'll have way more responsibilities. You will need someone with high qualifications to help you. I know someone who could help you, his name is Kim Seokjin. He went to Seoul National University, that says it all. You should hire him"

"What about Y/N?" Namjoon frowns, rage slowly building inside him

"Come on! She is not good enough for you" Ji-Eun laughs

"You know nothing about her" Namjoon snaps, instantly stopping Ji-Eun's laugh "She is the one who helped me getting the post I have now. She is the one who made me a good successor for my father. I couldn't have done it without her. More than my work, she cares about me, as a person. I think it's the best thing you could wish for an assistant and a friend. I don't care what university she went to, she's still the best person I know"

Ji-Eun stays silent for a moment, completely shocked. No one, no man has ever talked to her like that. She is used to have her natural beauty working for her. She just has to snap her fingers to get what she wants. Her ego is smashed up by Namjoon. Why? Because of you. She can't take it.

"I don't want her around when we get married" She says coldly, her tone makes it clear that it's not negotiable

"Don't make me choose between you and Y/N" Namjoon implores

"Why?" Ji-Eun provokes

"Because I'd choose Y/N. I will always choose her" He confesses, more to himself than to Ji-Eun

She made him realize that. You are the most important person in his life. He can't even imagine his life without you. If he's ready to give up his wedding with Ji-Eun just not to put distance with you, what does that mean? Does that mean he's in lo... No. You're just a good friend and an excellent assistant.

"You're an asshole" Ji-Eun says with clenched jaws "I'll be sure to tell my dad what person you're truly are"

"Go ahead" Namjoon is growing tired of Ji-Eun's attitude and pseudo-threat

With a final dramatic gasp, she leaves. Namjoon sighs, lost in all the overwhelming feelings that suddenly seem to wash over him. It's like everything he has buried for four years resurfaces but ten times bigger. So many details come back to his mind: all the little things that made him fall for you.

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All week long Namjoon has been someway distant with you. He only talked to you about work. Actually, he was practically ignoring you. You were worried about his strange behavior, wondering if something happened between him and Ji-Eun after your shortened hiking, but didn't want to push him to say something he didn't want to. You know him well enough to say that he'll tell you when he is ready.

It's late on Friday, pretty much everyone when home but you stay: Namjoon is still here working hard. He went to meet his dad about ten minutes ago but you stayed at your desk. Since he has been a little bit down the past few days, you can't abandon him. You'll stay until he leaves. That's why you're taking care of Namjoon's mails and meetings for the next weeks as the sun slowly sets down.

"Sunbae, you still here?" Jungkook asks as he arrives at your desk, a genuine smile on his face

"Oh, Jungkook! What are you doing here? You should go out and enjoy your weekend" You tell him

"I just wanted to give a report to Mr. Kim before leaving" He answers, handing you a file

You take it and thank him. Jungkook looks very good after a long day of work, even though his black hair is a little bit messy.

"You're working late, do you want a coffee?" Jungkook gently offers you but you decline, notifying him that you'll be home soon

Just before Jungkook walks away, Namjoon comes back. His whole body tenses when he sees Jungkook smiling at you. Are you that blind not to see he's flirting with you? Or do you like it? Anyway, Namjoon surely doesn't. At all. He walks faster and opens his mouth when he arrives at your desk:

"If you're here to chitchat, you can go home, Y/N"

His harsh tone surprises you. He has never talked to you like that, even when you've made a huge mistake that costed him a billions wons contract. You want to talk back but Namjoon doesn't give you time and enters his office, not without slamming the door.

"I'm sorry if I put you in trouble" Jungkook tells you with a guilty voice, looking down in shame

"Don't worry, you did nothing wrong" You console him, a reassuring hand on his shoulder "You should go, I'll deal with him"

You two wave at each other when the young employee disappears at the end of the hallway. Your smile fades away too, anger taking over your body. You've been worried about Namjoon all week, you've been working harder to ease him and he thanks you by snapping at you? You can't stand his attitude any longer.

What you don't know is that Namjoon avoided you because, after his talk with Ji-Eun, he tried to understand his feelings. Every time he saw you, he found you prettier. It took all his determination not to kiss you and fuck you. He even had to jerk himself off at home thinking about you to control his horniness towards you. It was too much today when he saw you this morning wearing a fucking pencil grey skirt hugging your pretty ass perfectly. Your tight aubergine shirt was unbuttoned enough for Namjoon to have a peak on your bra. Vivid memories of the day he's spilled his coffee on your chest made up to his mind and he knew he couldn't resist anymore. So he went to his dad's office to announce he won't be marry Lee Ji-Eun and that another woman fills all of his heart. But when he came back, he found you giggling with another man.

You storm into his office, harshly closing the door behind you.

"What is wrong with you?" You bark more than you ask

Namjoon looks at you with a unfazed eye. He is not impressed one bit by your temper. Actually, your small frame shivering in wrath is cute.

"Nothing" He replies with a dismissive voice that drives you crazy and he focuses on his computer again

You scoff and step closer, smacking your two palms on his large desk. The loud noise makes Namjoon look at you but his face stays neutral. This is very hard to do when your slightly bent over upper body offers him a great view on your boobs. Is your bra made out of silk? That seems so soft than Namjoon's fingers subtly brush his computer mouse while he imagines touching you. Of course, you have no clue of that.

"Spill it" You say between your teeth

"There is nothing to say, Y/N"

"Really? Because you've been ignoring me all week and now you're acting like an ass"

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have to be reminded you're at work when you flirt in front of my office"

"What?! I was not flirting!" You exclaim, completely taken aback

"Sure" Namjoon talks back with his jaws clenched

"Wait" You say, making Namjoon look into your eyes "Are you jealous?" You ask with narrow eyes

"Stop talking non-sense" But his reddenned cheeks speak otherwise

"Yes, you are" You insist as you get around his desk and place yourself next to him

"I am not" He whispers, drawing his eyes back to the screen

"Look at me" You say as you grab his cheeks with your thumb and forefinger

Your breathe is cut off one second. He is way too handsome. The whole atmosphere gets heavy and tensed but not in a negative way. His lips are right here, ready to be kissed and you so fucking want it. You would like to ride his pretty face to make him pay for ignoring you all week. Your heart beats louder and faster, and your body gets hotter. Some wetness gathers in your panties. You try to keep calm but your inside is messed up by Namjoon's hotness. You gulp.

Your brain turns off the second Namjoon stands up and kisses you harshly. He moves so fast that you can't react. It doesn't really matter because you don't want to push him away. His pulp lips are so soft that you moan against them. Namjoon grabs the back of your head to kiss you deeper, his other hand presses against your lower back. You can feel his bulge and your pussy gets wetter.

Namjoon starts attacking your neck, pressing rough kisses on your throat. You're quite sure you'll have hickeys tomorrow. Your hands run through his short hair to pull him closer. Namjoon's delicate fingers work on your shirt to open it. He harshly squeezes your boob through the cup of your bra, making you wince in delight. He smiles when he confirms that it was a silk fabric, so soft under his fingers. Then, he drag down your bra, just enough to free your hard nipples. His mouth captures your sensitive tits and you throw your head back under the pleasure. You feel his teeth gently bite them and it's delightedly painful. Are you ready letting your boss tease your nipples with his tongue in his office? You're crazy. Too bad you don't give a fuck right now.

"I've dreamt about that ever since I ripped your fucking blouse" Namjoon groans between the licks he gives to your nipples

He is soft despite his harsh moves. It's almost like he wants to punish you and adore you at the same time.

Once he is satisfied with the swelling of your breasts and the little reddish marks he created on your skin, he pushes you against his desk, turns you over and finally bends you over. The cold material against your heated skin makes you shiver. You have never imagine Namjoon being so dominant but fuck! you love it. Your perfect ass is at full display for him. Only him. He slaps your cheek and the slight burn is so good that your pussy clenches.

"You drive me crazy" Namjoon whispers so low that you barely hear him but you could say exactly the same since your brain is completely fogged by horniness

He pulls up your tight skirt, exposing your cunt and ass only covered by your white — and now soaked — panties. The cold air on your burning skin mixed with the possibility of someone entering his office is so sinful that you could cum right now. The biggest wave of arousal you've ever experienced washes over you. All that caused by your boss.

The view of your ass makes Namjoon painfully hard in his pants. Fuck, he could ruin you, right now, in his office. He wants to make you scream his name while he pounds into your pussy, and if this Jungkook guy hears you, it's even better.

Namjoon kneels down and you can feel his breathing on your skin. Since you can't see him, you're even more focus on physical contacts. He first kisses your asscheek and starts rubbing your clit through the thin fabric of your panties with his thumb, making you gasp of pleasure.

"I want to eat you out" He says with a raspy voice, indirectly asking for your consent

Just imagining it makes a choked moan escape your lips and you nod frenetically. Namjoon smirks at your neediness. You're craving for his touch and he loves it. Does that mean that you want him as much as he wants you?

He wastes no time and push your panties aside. Your glistening cunt is so pretty. Seeing your arousal, caused by him, all over your pussy boosts his ego. He dives into it, taking a large strap of your juices. He applies the right amount of pressure on your clit with his tongue. It's so good that you moan his name. You feel high on horniness. Your pussy clenches when Namjoon roughly grabs your two asscheeks to spread them, giving him more access to your dripping cunt. You look so desperate, so submissive. You are fucking bent over his desk and he is eating your pussy. He fucking loves it. He didn't know how much he wanted to see you like this until now and he is not ready to stop.

"Fuck" You choke up, your right hand making its way to his hair and pulling him closer

"My girl is needy, uh? She loves when I eat her pretty cunt, right?" Namjoon teases against your pussy

How can he be so good with his mouth? His tongue licks, circles and sucks on your sensitive bud. You gasp for air when you feel your orgasm building inside you. It's true that you haven't been touched for a long time but you know damn well that if you'll cum soon it's essentially because of Namjoon's skills. He makes you feel so good, so alive that you wish you've let him touched you before. Why did you wait four years?

"I'm gonna cum" You say in a whimper

Instantly, Namjoon pulls away and stands up, making you wince.

"Namjoon!" You gasp in surprise, disappointment and frustration — you knew it would have been a great orgasm

You turn your head to meet his satisfied smirk. He looks like a predator with his lips, nose and chin glistening of your juices. The sight is so hot and you could appreciate it if he didn't deny your orgasm.

"You'll cum around my cock like a good girl" His voice is so deep and his words so naughty that your walls tighten around nothing "But first, I have to prep you" Namjoon gets closer to your ear to whisper "I wouldn't want to slit you in two"

He looks so confident, but his cock couldn't be so big, right? You don't have time to think about because two fingers slip inside your pussy. The slight stretching is so good you could cry. Namjoon penetrates you at the right pace, making sure your walls get expanded enough not to hurt you with his dick. His goal is not really to give you pleasure — even though he does. You mutter your moans with your hand as you feel his digits going in and out into you. They are making a mess out of your dripping pussy.

Once Namjoon thinks you're ready enough, he takes off his fingers out of you. They are completely glistening with your arousal and he smirks of how wet you are for him. He guides his hand towards your face and you blush when you witness how much of a pool you have between your legs.

"Open your mouth" Namjoon orders and you do

He pushes his fingers between your lips and you taste yourself. You use your tongue to clean his digits and it's so fucking hot that you feel some arousal leaking down your thighs, making you shiver.

"Good girl" Namjoon praises you, then putting those same fingers into his mouth to taste both your juices and your saliva and it's making you clench

The eye he is giving you is totally filled with lust. His eyes are so intense, you have never felt so sexy, so wanted. Your cheeks redden even more and you can't wait to feel him inside you. Your arousal is written all over your face and pussy. Namjoon wishes you could see youself like that: completely desperate for his cock. He drags down his pants and boxers at the same time, freeing his dick. And fuck. Your eyes widen for the greatest delight of Namjoon. He is big. Huge. Definitely the biggest dick you've ever seen. His fat cock, hard and proud, stands a few inches away from your pussy and you wonder how can it fit. You gulp and Namjoon laughs at your reaction.

"My girl can take it" He says to ease you, kissing your cheeks

My girl. Why does his possessiveness make you wet? You want to be his, even just for a moment, even just while he fucks you. You are pretty sure that you could let him do whatever he wants with your body right now.

Namjoon gives himself a few pumps and guides his length to your entrance. You moan when you feel his tip against your pussy. You mouth opens and your eyes shut down while Namjoon slowly pushes himself into you. It's not really difficult considering how wet you are. His two big hands settle on your hips, tightly. He is so big that you feel your pussy getting stretched. A lot. It's almost painful but it's so fucking good. He completely fills you up and you love it.

"So big" You groan, grabbing his forearm with one hand for dear life, the other one trying to catch onto something

"You're so fucking tight. Your little pussy feels so good around my cock"

Namjoon starts pounding, not so gently and enhances the pace just after a few seconds. He's rough. He lets out all the frustration of the week. Thankfully, the fabric of his pants creates a barrier between your skins that mutters the sinful sound of clapping. Namjoon tightens his grip on your hips to enter you deeper and faster. Each single bumping causes you to hit his desk, shaking everything that is on it. Your moans are so loud that if someone goes by the hallway, they'll hear you. You attempt to mute yourself by biting your lip but you don't do a really good job at it.

Your pussy gets tighter as your orgasm comes closer. Namjoon feels it and guides one of his hand around your neck to pull your back against his chest. The change of angle makes his huge cock find your g-spot. You whimper at the surprise and delight but it's so much to take, you're not sure you'll get through this alive, especially when he doesn't slow his pace one bit.

"Right here, right here!" You scream despite your choked throat, overwhelmed by the sensation of Namjoon's fat dick hardly hitting the perfect area

Your legs are so weak that he has to wrap his other arm around your waist to support your body. Between his arms, you look small and fragile although he is ramming you hardly. Namjoon's hand on your throat presses softly and you feel his heavy breathe into your ear. Your ass gets slapped by his abs at each harsh pounding. You've never been fucked so roughly and yet, you love it.

"Be mine" He says so lowly that you're not sure of you imagined it

"What?" Your eyes open in astonishment, your breathe cut off

"Be mine, Y/N" He repeats so desperately and your heart melts at the same time than your pussy

You cum so hard that you can't even let a sound leaves your open mouth. Your legs shake so much that Namjoon has to slow his pace but makes sure to stay entirely inside you. You're out of breathe and completely shaken by the fact that your boss just made you cum — the best orgasm of your life — and by his words. You slowly settle down from your high but Namjoon's cock sliding in your cunt makes you hungry again. A few second after you've cummed, you're ready for another orgasm.

"Answer me" Namjoon orders with a harsh tone that matches his harsh poundings, accentuating his words with a strong slap on your ass

"I'm yours" You moan, your eyes watering

Two big and round tears roll down your cheeks because of the harsh and delightful spanking but also because you have confessed something that you've kept so difficulty to yourself for weeks.

Namjoon tenderly kisses your wet cheek and his hand leaves your throat to caress your jaw. Fuck, he was so afraid you'd say no. His heart was pounding in his chest, and not only from his physical efforts. Now that he knows you both share feelings, he wants to fuck you deeper, just to show you how much he cares about you. Your tits bounce under his tamping.

"You're taking me so good. You're so perfect" He growls "My girl..."

"Joon" You moan, your hand going up to grab his hair, making him groan

You get, once again, so close to your high. Your pussy clenches around Namjoon's cock and he smirks. The hand that secures your waist goes down and starts rubbing your clit. It's too much for you. It's painfully delightful. The sensation is overwhelming, you almost faint out of pleasure.

"Cum around me, baby"

It's all you needed. You cum for the second time, screaming his name. The way his name rolls on your tongue when you're cumming makes Namjoon's cock twitch inside you.

"Fuck, I love you" He whispers, eyes shut down and his face coiling into your neck

Your heart is doing backflips in your chest. Namjoon loves you. Your eyes gets more watery, an overwhelming feeling of affection and love you both share is washing over you.

He gives you a few more dick strokes and hot shots of thick cum are spread on your walls. He is panting. His shirt is now completely sticked by sweat to his chest but he doesn't care. Your shaking frame is wrapped by his strong arms and he hugs you tight while his cock softens inside you. Your hands caress his forearms and your head rests on his shoulder. It's a peaceful moment after the rough fucking you've shared. You're so tired but so light at the same time. Your heart could jump out of your chest from happiness.

"I love you too, Joonie" You whisper after a few seconds of silence

You feel Namjoon smiles against your neck. He pulls out of your pussy, causing his cum to drip. He quickly pushes it back into your cunt with his fingers and you find it so hot. He replaces your panties correctly to secure it. Yeah, he could be your baby daddy and by the playful look in his eyes, you quite have the feeling he is thinking about the exact same thing.

"It's my gift" He teases you and you blush

He quickly puts back his dick into his pants and helps you with your clothes. Namjoon doesn't stop kissing your forehead, your nose, your cheeks and your lips. You giggle like a teenager when you feel so loved. You lift your eyes and meet his beautiful brown ones. They are so tender while they're looking at you.

"Let's go out for diner, I want to take my girl on a date"

"I'm your girl now?" You twit him

"Of course!" Namjoon replies as he softly captures your cheeks with his large and warm palms "You said you were mine. You can't go back now"

You smile at him, not wishing one bit to undo the tie that now links you to Namjoon. You look at his cute dimples that you can now kiss every time you want and this silly thought provides you so much joy that you wonder how you could have lived without it for four years.

#bts fanfic #bts smut #bts #bts namjoon #namjoon #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #kim namjoon #knj #knj smut

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shanastoryteller · 5 months ago

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Happy pride! More hokage daughter?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

Orochimaru wants to know what the hell Minato was thinking setting up the exam to be like this, but after his little stunt in his office, he figures he shouldn’t push his luck.

Still. He’s a kage, and now he’s got to hang around for weeks while the kids train or do whatever? At least he has people to visit here, what did he expect the other kages to do?

Whatever. Oto is much more efficient. Maybe next exam he’ll actually invite Minato so he can see how a proper one is run.

“What’s got you in such a mood?”

He glances up at Sarutobi, the old man biting the end of his pipe as he looks over their go board. “What makes you think I’m in a mood?”

“You usually would have won by now,” he says, eyes crinkling at the corners.

He glances down at the board and huffs. “Maybe I just want to extend our time together.”

“Yes, I’m so busy in my retirement, no time at all for you anymore,” he continues. He’s gotten bitchy in his retirement, actually. “I’m glad to see you back here. All three of you. But you didn’t need to.”

“It’s fine.” Sarutobi probably knows full well that he has spies in Konoha, besides Anko who hardly counts, but there’s no need to risk Kabuto by mentioning it.

He sighs and moves another piece. “You scheming never ends well.”

That is simply not true. “I founded a village.”

“I meant for me,” he says, grinning around his pipe.

That, Orochimaru concedes, is true.

Tsume looks over her students, already resigned.

Minato had torn her head off after the matches were announced. Really, if he was going to be like this, he never should have allowed his daughter to become a ninja in the first place. Not that it would have stopped her, probably, but it at least would have spared Tsume the headache.

“All right,” she sighs. “Sakura, I’m going to ruin your life for the next couple weeks and completely ignore the others. I assume that’s fine?”

Naruto places the back of her hand to her forehead. “Oh, Sensei, how could you abandon us so? Leaving me and poor Sasuke all on our lonesome.”

Sasuke isn’t even a thought to her. She’s sure he and Neji have already met up to choreograph a fight that puts all their best skills on display, although she assumes they’ll freestyle the end to determine the winner since she can’t see either of them conceding. Unless Naruto sticks her nose in.

Speaking of.

“You have a plan, right?” she says to her. “Please tell me you have a plan.”

She could train her too, but not effectively, not how she needs to be trained. Because Tsume knows damn well that Naruto has abilities and skills that she keep to herself, and she hadn’t needed seeing her perform her father’s Flash to figure that out.

“I have a plan,” she says confidently.

Sakura winces and Sasuke rubs the bridge of his nose.

Great.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #naruto

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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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In a week-

Hear me out: Rockstar Poly!marauders and Rockstar!reader???? Like, maybe no one knew the marauders was dating reader till they performed together for an event?????

Thanks for requesting lovely!

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rockstar poly!marauders x rockstar!reader ♡ 1k words

The tabloids had started speculating when too many of your tour dates lined up. It’s only natural that you’d end up spending some time together, in the same occupation and occupying the same spheres, so you were seen with each of the boys at various eateries, at afterparties, on the street. The only problem for journalists was, they couldn’t figure out which band member you were dating.

They were clutching at straws. A picture of you grabbing Remus’ hand to pull him into a store, an interview wherein Sirius had complimented your new single, a zoomed-in video of James carrying four coffees back up to the hotel instead of three. The speculation was all over the place, scattered and nearly baseless.

Not after tonight. It had been Lily, the Marauders’ manager, who’d had the idea to take this story by the reins. She’d pointed out that fans were only getting more obsessed with the question of which of the boys you were dating, and with both of you releasing new albums soon, it was as good a time as any to capitalize on that interest. Plus, if you did the big reveal before any magazine could figure it out, it’d be your concert that went viral, not their publication. “More press,” she’d said enticingly, “means more people learning your names and listening to your music.”

You’d thought the boys would be the ones to have qualms. Remus wasn’t the type to enjoy making his private life public (it was more an unfortunate side-effect of his career than a draw) and James always talked about how keeping your relationship a secret made it feel less like they had to share you with everyone else, but in the end, they got on board with Lily’s scheme quickly. You all agreed that someone was going to figure you all out sooner or later, and if your romantic life was going to be broadcast, it may as well be on your own terms.

Still, that doesn’t mean you’re not nervous.

“Loosen up, angel,” James says, prodding at your foot with his as you lie on Remus’ chest, picking through his usually well-guarded stash of chocolate. “This is supposed to be fun, remember?”

“It’s not the show I’m worried about,” you say, rubbing your socked foot along his mindlessly. “I’m excited to play with you guys, I just wish we could do that without everyone making assumptions.”

Remus hums in agreement, but Sirius makes a derisive sound, turning to look at you from the mirror. His eyeliner is half done, making one eye seem big and dangerous and the other naked.

“You two are being so dramatic,” he says. “Of course they’re gonna assume, and they’ll be right. That’s the point.”

You sigh, tipping your head back onto Remus’ shoulder, and he runs his hand up and down your side commiseratively.

“It’s going to be a great show.” James tries again to lift your foul mood. You try to look less dismal in return. “You and Sirius’ voices go so well together, the crowd will love it.”

“It’s true.” Sirius smirks at you through the mirror. “And later, we’ll go to the afterparty—”

“Do we really have to?” Remus asks.

James looks sympathetic, reaching forward to rub his calf consolingly. “‘Fraid so, love. Lily says the only way to control the narrative is to talk to people after the show. We don’t have to stay the whole time, but we’ll practically be on the clock.”

“Anyway,” Sirius goes on. “We’ll go to the afterparty, and everyone will tell us how cute we are together, and everyone north of the equator will want to be us and fuck us at the same time.”

You can tell Remus has something to say about that, but before he can, Lily pops her head into the dressing room. “Guys, the opener is finishing up,” she says, eyes lingering on each of your faces assessingly. “Everyone ready?”

“Just a second…yeah,” Sirius says, finishing his perfectly messy eyeliner. “Ready.”

Lily nods before ducking back out, off to go coordinate light technicians or whatever she does in the rush before shows. James offers you and Remus a hand each, hauling you up. You lick your thumb, wiping a bit of chocolate from the side of Remus’ mouth, and he gives you a half-smile of thanks.

“We got this,” you whisper to him, and he takes your hand, squeezing lightly.

“I know we do, sweetheart.”

Sirius is the only one talking as you all make your way to the side of the stage, the crowd cheering loudly as the opening act wraps up their set.

“Hey.” A hand lands on your shoulder, and you turn to find James attached to it. He’s looking at you with more than the usual pre-show nerves, something more like worry. “Are you really upset about this? We don’t have to go through with it, it’s not too late to tell Lily it’s off.”

Yes it is, but he’s a sweetheart for saying so. “No, I’m okay,” you promise, reaching up to squeeze his wrist reassuringly. The other band is exiting on the opposite side of the stage, the lights going out. You’re going to be going out there any minute. “I’m excited to perform with you guys, and…and I’m ready to be done with the sneaking around. I’m just nervous, I guess.”

James slides his hand up from your shoulder to cup your face, your hand still clasped loosely around his wrist. He smooths his thumb over your cheek fondly, eyes gone soft under the faint glaze of adrenaline. “Don’t be, sweetheart. You’re going to do great, and we’ll all be up there together.” He stoops lower so only you can hear him. “Just between us, you and Sirius sound great together, but you can hit notes he never could. They’re gonna love you out there.”

You grin, and Sirius turns around, eyeing the both of you. “I heard my name,” he says accusingly. “What’re we talking about?”

The lights come back on, and that’s your cue. “Nothing!” you chirp, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the stage. “Let’s go.”

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skyeslittlecorner · 9 months ago

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Hey. U know me >:3. I know i did say I'll ask this later cuz u have stuff to do buuuut I will forget later. This came to me after your latest post. What about the kings (and whoever you want) with a s/o that is pretty much a flat board, she is flat chested

Hi and welcome, I was waiting~ I'm sure none of them give a damn about the size of our chest. For such beautiful demons, it's really sweet that they appreciate us for who we are. I warn you all that I'm in a silly mood today, so it will be especially silly too lol

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan really likes small chest. After all, when you exercise, you burn fat, and the first thing that shrinks is your chest. Big breasts would be uncomfortable when running (you would fall behind with Leraye), and the sooner you get away from danger, the better. He loves you just the way you are anyway. The only tiny downside is that smaller breasts make it easier to listen to your heart, and it annoys him that Sitri purrs like a drill, but a kick will do the trick.

Mammon doesn't care at all about breasts. He cares more about the ass, but a flat butt is still a butt. It would be a bigger problem if you didn't have a butt, literally, but luckily it's physically impossible, so our king can sleep soundly at night. Although, after careful consideration, he has to admit that as his Master you have all the asses in the world anyway, so even without your own you are perfect. Yes, he can definitely sleep soundly now.

Beelzebub doesn't see it as a hindrance at all, but if it bothers you, he is happy to help. Have you heard about this cool place where you can reverse your knee joints get your breasts bigger? If you want to change it, of course he will take you there. But only if you want to do it for yourself. For him, every chest is great, he will bite, kiss, suck, he would do his best to milk you and [redacted], so you have nothing to worry about.

Leviathan is the only one who has requirements, and he likes you having a small chest because it keeps others from staring at you. Besides, if you had big breasts, you wouldn't fit in the coffin (it's a lie). If you mention it, he will dismiss your concerns as nonsense. I guess the only thing he regrets is that you can't choke him with your chest... but maybe can you? You will have to test this.

Sitri, as I said, will purr constantly like a drill. Like a kitten. A flat chest is like a dream come true. Not only does he can listen to your heartbeat perfectly, but he also gets kicked twice as often, what more could a demon want? His life is perfect, he's eternally fulfilled.

Zagan, like Satan, knows perfectly well that exercise burns breast fat. Knowing his kink, even if you came to Hell with a D cup, after a month you would be as flat as a board (but with a nice six-pack). Of course, he doesn't care about such mundane things as appearance, just be yourself, you are perfect.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb mammon #whb sitri #whb zagan #don't question my (not so) big brain today #these headcanons are my stress relievers and I really needed it today lol

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lau219 · 4 months ago

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👀 Sneak Peek 👀

After Hours

•• Robert Fischer x Reader ••

Summary:

There’s a thin line between love and hate, a line Y/F/N Y/L/N and Robert Fischer have been toeing for nearly two years. As Robert’s employee, Y/N shouldn’t get away with some of the things she does, but seeing as Robert can never quite get her off his mind, well…

When Robert happens to learn one day that Y/N moonlights at the city’s burlesque club, he can’t seem to resist going to see if she’s just as good at that job as she is at Fischer Morrow…

Mood Boards

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This is not the story’s beginning, but rather, a little mid-story snippet.

Please tell me what you think!!!

“Mr. Fischer, what are you doing here?” the receptionist asked him, looking up with an expression of confused surprise. But as soon as she’d said it, her face flushed with nervous embarrassment and she spoke again.

“I mean…I’m sorry, Mr. Fischer. Can I help you with something?” She fumbled with her ID badge, likely thinking he was going to take note of her name so that he could ensure she was fired later.

“Yes, I need to pick something up from Miss Y/L/N’s office,” Robert replied, not even noticing how the woman had greeted him or that she was anxious because of it. “Is she still at lunch?”

The receptionist’s nervous expression didn’t change.

“Uh, yes, she is,” she said, of course unaware that that was the answer Robert was hoping for.

“I need to pick something up from her office that she left there for me,” he repeated, “if you could show me where it is.”

After saying that, Robert realized it was not such a great reflection on him that Y/N had been working as closely with him as she had for almost two years and he didn’t even know where her office was. He’d never even come to this floor of the building before.

Five minutes later and Robert was in Y/N’s office with the door closed, standing behind her desk as he looked for her planner. If she had a schedule or calendar of any kind for when she performed, it’d be in there. She lived by that planner, and he had to find out when she’d be performing again.

His heart pounding, Robert knew he was running short on time — Y/N could be back any minute and find him there. He also knew what he was doing was wrong, but in the moment, he didn’t care.

But after five minutes of looking on her desk and in her drawers, and being very careful to make sure nothing looked like it had been disturbed, he couldn’t find her planner anywhere, and he’d almost given up. Maybe she’d taken it with her to lunch.

But then, as he turned to push Y/N’s chair back in, Robert spotted the familiar floral patterned cover of her planner, which was sitting on top of her computer tower, the corner of it peeking out from under the papers she’d given him to sign earlier that day.

Immediately reaching for it, Robert lifted the planner from the tower and opened it, his eyes landing on the neatly organized pages with notes jotted everywhere in Y/N’s handwriting. As he leafed through the pages, he noticed she had color-coded the commitments she’d written in for herself each day, and after a moment, his eyes landed on a spot where she’d written his name…well, a version of his name, in pink ink.

Robbie - 10:45 a.m.

Then he looked to the next date.

Robbie - 9:30 a.m. (Remind him about this one!)

Then he flipped the page to the following week.

Robbie’s speech @ The Hilton - 1:00 p.m. (Bring an extra copy of his notes!)

Robert flipped through a few more pages, and on each one, in every slot where Y/N had a commitment with him or pertaining to him, she’d written it in that same way.

Robbie.

She’d never called him that, at least not to his face. Of course, it was possible that she could have been referring to someone else, but he knew that wasn’t true, seeing as each entry for “Robbie” was a duplicate of his commitments that he knew he had on his own calendar.

No, it wasn’t someone else. It was him.

Slowly inhaling, Robert glanced down again. His heart pounded once more and a rush went through him as he thought of Y/N and looked at her writing again.

Robbie.

Quickly, he lifted the entire set of pages in the planner and flipped through them, and as they fanned backwards, they suddenly stopped on his thumb when he reached a section that was divided from the rest. Once he saw she had things like “Manicure”, “Dentist”, and “Dinner with Nicole” listed on the pages, he realized this was the section where she kept her personal calendar.

And then there it was. The club’s name, written in purple ink.

Plume - 9:00 p.m.

He flipped to the next week.

Plume - 10:00 p.m.

The next week.

Plume - 8:00 pm (Serving first, onstage at 10)

Each week, it was entered somewhere. Which day she’d entered it during the week, however, varied slightly among Thursday, Friday, or Saturday.

As Robert turned to the current week, his eyes scanned the page until he saw the entry he was looking for. It was written in on Thursday.

Plume - 10:00 p.m.

Looking up, Robert inhaled, and then he quickly grabbed a pen and Post-It off Y/N’s desk, hurriedly copying down the dates and times noted in her calendar for the next several weeks, then slipping the paper into his pocket. He then slowly closed Y/N’s planner, and then turned and replaced it on her computer tower, making sure to put it back the way he’d found it under the other papers.

As he exited her office, he closed the door behind him as it had been and then quickly walked through the reception area before making it to the elevators and pressing the call button.

After seeming to take forever, the bell finally dinged and the elevator opened, and thankfully, it was empty. Once inside, Robert pressed the button for his floor, and as soon as the doors closed, he released a heavy exhale.

At the moment, he couldn’t even recall what was on his own calendar for Thursday night, but whatever his plans currently were, he’d just decided they’d been cancelled.

Part 1

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romkive · 2 years ago

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Hey lovely! Can I request some date hcs for rook, idia and lilia? Like where they'd take you and what their favorite date activities are? Thank you and love you bunches!!! <3

omg of course! Anything for you pookie <3

ROOK, IDIA AND LILIA DATE HEADCANNONS

tags : fluff, gender neutral reader

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Rook

Rook, for me, seems like the type of man who would prefer for you to choose the date location since he wants to see the places that “bring out your inner beauty, mon cheri!” But don’t get him wrong, he would be so happy if you ask him to be the one to decide the place and the activities . I still believe that he would choose something according to the vibe you give him.

If you prefer more relaxed dates, Rook would suggest going to a gallery or a botanical garden. He would find enjoyment in looking together at the exhibits and to either explain them to you and vice versa. He would also bring a camera with him to take photos of the exhibits and of course you, it brings him so much happiness. Be sure that he would praise your beauty among the paintings/flowers for eons but just know that everything he says it’s completely true. He also seems the type of person to try to find a painting/flower that would resemble you and immediately show it to you. Please do the same for him, Rook will be overjoyed.

“Mon étoile, this painting reminds me of you. The way their eyes look like they are shining from love is magnificent and their lips curving into a coy smil- wait did you say that painting reminds you more of me? Oh! Hahaha you little trickster….you have no idea how much that fills me with joy, thank you..”

On the other hand, if you like to do something fun for your date, he would definitely suggest paintball! Don’t worry, he would go easy on you , after all he wants both of you to enjoy the date. And seeing your determined and concentrated face upon close makes Rook more lovestruck by the second. Also if you are inexperienced with paintball, be sure that he will leave everything to go help you out, no matter the team you guys are!

“That’s it, raise it just a little higher so you will hit him right across his protective vest, we don’t want our dear company to be hurt after the game. That’s it, you are doing great. Eh? I am a little bit too close? So sorry mon cheri, it wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable..Heh? You didn’t mind it? Oh…then you wouldn’t mind if I got a little closer, right?”

Idia

First of all, I have to applaud you for getting him out of his room to go on a date with you. We all know that Idia is extremely shy to go out but with the help of his no.1 wingman, aka Ortho, he will definitely grow some courage and mayyybeee leave his tablet behind. Okay maybe not. But still Idia wants to choose a date spot that you will love and at the same time both of you feel comfortable with, so a very cozy date is his way to go.

Since he would feel bad if you stayed inside for the whole duration of the date, one of his most creative suggestions was a Board Game Shop date. As a member of the Board Game Club, I feel he would have a grasp on what type of games you will find fun . Also this is a good way for him to see what your preferences are and he loves it when you come up to him and excitedly tell him about a game you found that you want to play together. Little do you know that that’s exactly what he wants to do. So when you are not looking, he goes and buys the game that you were most excited about. On the way home he has a warm smile on his face when he hears you being overjoyed that he bought a game for both.

“When we reach home, do you want to play it together? It will be fine if you can’t, I completely understand if you are busy. HUHH? YOU-YOU CANCELED EVERYTHING TODAY SO WE CAN SPENT THE DAY TOGETHER? Why did you… fine fine sorry… and thank you.”

If Idia is in a more confident mood, rare I know, he would suggest going to a cat cafe. Probably when the cafe opens so few people would be around. But that doesn’t make it any less special. The way Idia’s eyes lit up when he was around those cute little cats and you was unmatched. The way his hair was up in a bun ,so the kittens wouldn’t be burned, was so adorable even though the kittens had something else in mind. They would flock around his hair due to the warmth and the lighting and would play around like moths on a light pole. Idia even though he was worried for the kittens, he couldn’t help laugh when they were attacking him at all fronts. Please take a lot of pictures and videos for him, he would be so touched his hair will turn pink.

“Look at all those kittens! OMG they are so adorable, I wanna take them all home and just cuddle them up and take so many pict- h-hey why are you smiling like that? You think I-I am more ad-adorable? Well you are totally wrong cause that is you. I said nothing!”

Lilia

Lilia seems the most knowledgeable about dates from the other two due to him living for so many years but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy them anymore. On the contrary, he feels so warm inside when you propose to go on a date with him. Silver would be a little baffled seeing his dad so happy but the moment he realizes why, he is supportive. With a little persuasion, Malleus, Silver and Sebek would convince him to not do a dinner date cause “It’s more fun if you have a change of scenery” but thankfully Lilia had more ideas in store,

Unfortunately for you, one of them was a picnic. No matter how hard they tried to force Lilia out of the kitchen, Lilia did manage to make some stuff for both of you to eat. If we put aside his inability to cook, he strongly believes that food is a form of love, so his strong feelings will show if he makes something with a strong taste no? Thank Silver and Sebek afterwards for packing some fruits too. But nevertheless, the date is super fun, doing cloud gazing together, picking flowers and just overall sharing stories.

“So little one, I packed some sandwiches and some tarts for us to eat, all made by me of course. Huh? You want to eat later? My, my, can I ask why? Oh you wanna explore the area first? Of course everything for a person as lovely as you are…”

If you are a music lover like him, make sure that he will recommend both of you to go to a concert. It doesn’t matter if the band is popular or not, if he knows them or not or if they fit his style, he just wants to hang out with you. He is happy to follow you anywhere and he is open to new experiences. Also during the concert he will make sure that everything is alright and he will make sure that you will enjoy it wholeheartedly. The moment a love song plays, make sure to check on him because his eyes are definitely not on the stage anymore.

“Uhm sorry sorry, didn’t mean to stare, it’s just….hahahaha how awful of me to just stare at you like that, forgive me, dearest. It’s just…oh I hate repeating myself. The truth is you are much more interesting to look at, I just wanna look at your smile forever, will you forgive me for that?”

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jjkamochoso · 8 months ago

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Summer Hair, Don’t Care

Choso x gn!reader (reader described as having enough hair to put into buns just fyi)

Fluff

Reader and Choso have the same hairstyle. Love and hijinks ensue !

Warnings: none

It was hot outside. Very, extremely, utterly hot. Summer had finally come around and with it, scorching temperatures. Thankfully it was the weekend so you didn’t have to brave your commute in work clothes that would end up being sticky and sweaty before you even made it to your job. No, today was a day for letting loose and living life in carefree and well ventilated clothes. As you went through your morning routine, you contemplated all the things you could do with your days off. Even though being outside was akin to walking on the literal sun, you decided that the day could be best spent surviving the trip to somewhere fun and cool—the mall. After you chose your outfit, all that was left before heading out was what to do with your hair. You were tired of the same old hairstyles that everyone else seemed to be doing. Ponytails, braids, and half updos were fun, sure, but you wanted more from your hair today. Going straight to Pinterest, experimentation with a new style was the name of your game. You scrolled through endless photos of perfectly poised ponys and crazy curled coifs. You were almost ready to give up and go back to your tried and true style when something caught your eye.

“Double spiky buns, huh? Looks interesting,” you mumbled to yourself, gathering the tools you needed. Your first attempt went well but the buns weren’t quite even. The second attempt was somehow worse, the buns in totally different angles on the top of your head. By the third try, thankfully, you figured it out because if you hadn’t, you were ready to just rip out your hair and go bald (your arms hurting from styling certainly didn’t help). You took a minute to admire your work in the mirror and you were glad you got out of your comfort zone because you looked great! Satisfied, you grabbed your belongings and hopped on the next train to the mall. Everybody standing near you looked as miserable as you felt because of the heat and your knee anxiously bounced up and down as you anticipated your destination. You had never clamored off a train as fast as you did then to escape into the sweet release of the air conditioned mall. Once the cool air touched your skin, you immediately got goosebumps, but unlike the winter ones, you appreciated these. You stood next to the directory for a few moments, making a plan of attack for what stores you were going to check out. Like any mall, there was an overwhelming amount of choices and you were in no mood to strategize so you just started walking. Little did you know, there was a group that had just arrived after you doing that exact same thing.

“Chosoooooo I’m bored,” complained Yuji, who was sprawled out on his bed. Usually the two boys slept in a lot later but the heat had them awake bright and early. Choso sighed as he took in the sight of his exasperated brother, running his fingers through his undone hair.

“Do you wanna stay home and play some board games?” he suggested, but Yuji shook his head.

“They’re fun but I wanna go somewhere. It’s too hot in these dorms.”

Choso couldn’t disagree with that. He didn’t know how his brother withstood the heat in his room during this time of year. Maybe they could buy some fans while they were out.

“Get your shoes on. We’re going to the mall.”

Yuji immediately got up, a huge smile on his face.

“Great idea! I’ll text Kugisaki and Fushiguro and ask if they wanna come too!”

As Choso began to put his hair up in his signature buns, he smiled softly at his younger brother’s antics. He was so relieved that Yuji found people he could have fun and act his age with. Sure, they were all going to run off and leave him behind with the bags, but what else were older brothers for? Choso was grateful he was able to be there for Yuji and his friends. Yuji, in turn, noticed how lonely Choso would get without knowing people who were his (physical) age and hoped he could help him find romantic companionship or at least some friends to start. That thought is what the three high schoolers were talking about as they walked in the mall while Choso was blissfully unaware, his attention occupied with finding the nearest electronics store.

“I’m glad he suggested it because malls are the best places to meet people. Especially girls, huh Fushiguro?” Yuji teased and Megumi’s face sported a blush.

“Shut up. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, looking away in embarrassment.

“It’s not fair that everybody flirts with Fushiguro when I’m right here,” complained Nobara.

“You’re so loud I think the whole mall knows you’re right here,” Megumi retorted. The two of them started to bicker when Yuji finally interjected.

“Guys! We’re here to help Choso, remember?

“I think he’s gonna need more help than we can give him,” Nobara grumbled, sparing a glance at the brunette who looked hopelessly lost trying to figure out where he was on the directory.

“I’ll help him with that. You two… just… whatever,” said Megumi, waving them off and walking toward Choso, who now had his face so close to the plastic map that his nose almost touched it.

“Okay, back to the plan. We’re trying to find a normal looking person for Choso to-”

“Yuji! They have the same hairstyle as your brother! I’m gonna go talk to them.”

Nobara marched away before Yuji could get another word in.

This is where you come back to the story.

You were almost in the door of the first store when you heard someone come rushing up behind you, calling for your attention.

“Excuse me! Excuse me!”

You spun around to be face to face with a spunky teenager with bright orange hair and a huge grin.

“Hi! I’m sorry to bother you, but I wanted to say I love your hair! Also, there’s this guy that I want you to please meet. He’s very lonely—well, no, that doesn’t sound right. Yes, he’s lonely, but not because he’s weird or anything, he just spends his time being a great big brother. I’m Kugisaki by the way.”

You had to take a moment to process everything this girl just told you. It was a surprise to be greeted like that but she seemed to be genuine and, to be honest, you were lonely too. The worst thing that could happen is that you didn’t get along too well but you could easily go your separate ways since you were at a mall.

“Nice to meet you, Kugisaki. I’m y/n. Would you like to show me this mystery man?”

You didn’t think her smile could get any wider but you were proven wrong.

“Come with me.”

She led you over to the directory where you were met with two teen boys and a man who seemed around your age. When the older guy turned around, you got a good look at his whole face and it almost took your breath away. He was absolutely handsome! His dark eyes suited his dark hair and light complexion perfectly. You were intrigued by what you thought was a tattoo across his nose. Whatever it was, you thought it was hot. The thing that caught your attention most, though, were the two spiky buns planted on his head in the exact manner as yours. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the coincidence and you noticed the man’s face had a dusting of pink on it.

“I’m assuming you’re mystery man?” you asked as he nodded sheepishly.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what the kids were up to. Please, don’t let us ruin your shopping trip.” The poor guy genuinely seemed distressed for seemingly bothering you. He was way too cute to be so nervous!

“So you’re not Tokyo’s most eligible but lonely bachelor?” you teased, making him blush some more.

“We’re gonna go shopping. I’ll text you later Choso!” yelled the pink haired kid who was dragging away his friends. You found the whole situation amusing and hoped the man opposite of you felt the same.

“Choso, is it? I’m y/n,” you introduced yourself and you noticed he had a shocked look on his face.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m just surprised you’re not weirded out by my brother’s friends. I know if teens ran up to me like that I probably wouldn’t have handled it as gracefully as you.”

“I remember being a kid and how kids that age act. Trust me, they seem to have good hearts. Besides, it’s better shopping with other people if you’re up to hanging out. I trust you make good choices, judging by your hairstyle.”

Choso tilted his head in confusion until the realization dawned on him. You two wore the same double buns!

“Your hair!” he exclaimed, “It’s great! But I’m obviously biased.” You two shared a laugh and started walking deeper in the mall when Choso struck up a conversation.

“What are you here for? Anything in particular?”

You pondered for a moment.

“Mmm, no. I just wanted to get out of the house but stay out of the sunshine. It’s way too hot outside.” Choso nodded in agreement.

“I get that. I’ve been staying at my brother’s dorm and it’s too hot in there too so I’m buying some fans while I’m here.”

“Oh! There’s a great electronics store around here somewhere. You wanna check there first?”

Choso was relieved because even with Megumi’s help, he still couldn’t figure out the directions to the store. If you hadn’t shown up when you did, the mall directory would’ve felt Piercing Blood cut it in half. Already, you’ve proved to be a great addition to his life. You were kind, funny, and definitely attractive. If he didn’t screw this up, he’d have to thank Nobara for her spontaneity.

“Which of the boys was your brother?” you inquired, wanting to get to know the quiet man next to you.

“He was the one with the pink hair, Yuji. Fushiguro was the dark haired kid and the girl you met was Kugisaki, if she didn’t tell you already.”

“Oh! I would’ve assumed the dark haired kid was your brother.”

“Yuji and I are half brothers,” he explained, a gentle smile on his face, “so the family resemblance isn’t all there. But we’re close anyway. He’s such a great kid, he’s always looking out for others and doesn’t have a selfish bone in his body. I’m really lucky to call myself his big brother.” Your heart absolutely melted hearing Choso talk about his brother like that. Kugisaki wasn’t joking when she told you he’s a devoted family man!

“He seems lucky to have you, too. Everybody deserves a doting big brother like you in their life,” you said, earning a bigger smile from Choso.

“How about you?” he asked. “What’s your family like?”

You dove into your family life and you could tell he listened with such intensity, like he was a sponge soaking up every little word you said. He nodded when appropriate, asked questions at the right time. Even as the topic changed and you shared more mundane details about yourself, Choso looked at you like you were holding a seminar on the most interesting topic in the world. Alternatively, when Choso spoke, you found yourself appreciating every subtle movement he made and how he pronounced certain words because he was just so mesmerizing. You had only known this guy about 20 minutes but it felt like you were old friends, or even lovers of a bygone age, who were rediscovering all of each other’s quirks and culminations of what made up your personalities and life experiences. You never knew you could be so comfortable around someone so quickly but Choso was simply intoxicating. You didn’t even notice you had been stopped outside the electronics store, talking about whatever came to your minds, for longer than what was deemed normal to not notice your surroundings. Finally, you and Choso gained consciousness of the world around you once more and headed into the store. It was a little gesture, but you really appreciated how Choso held the door open for you. Even while browsing fan selections, you two had a great time debating on which option seemed the best, what color to get, it didn’t matter—you both had a lot to say and you both wanted to hear the other one speak. Finally, after the exasperated salesperson left you two to figure out your choice on your own, you settled on three medium sized black fans.

“I think they’d be cute if they matched you,” you had argued, gesturing to Choso’s black shirt and black pants outfit. He couldn’t disagree with someone who effectively called him cute so you guys took the products to the counter and asked if they could be held until you were done shopping. The store clerk was just happy that the two indecisive chatterboxes were leaving and he eagerly took the merchandise from you, charged Choso, and ushered you two from the store in a lightning fast manner. You and Choso were so wrapped up in each other that you didn’t notice the employee’s behavior and headed out to see what else the mall had to offer. You found yourselves looking through manga, circling aisles of knickknack stores, competing to see who could find the cutest plushies, and ended up with stacks of clothes in your hands, doing fashion shows for each other.

“Alright Choso! I’m on my last outfit!” you called out, walking into the communal area filled with uninterested boyfriends and phone scrolling girlfriends who were waiting for their significant others to finish trying things on. Choso stood out among the crowd as he eagerly awaited to see what you picked. When he saw you emerge, his eyes widened and he gulped. The weight of the whole situation he was in had finally dawned on him—was he on a date?! Yes, he was having an amazing time with you, yes you were easy to talk to, but these were attributes of a friendly hangout. Admittedly, he found you so attractive it made his heart skip a beat when you looked at him and his hands clammy when you brushed them with your own—these were not attributes of a friendly hangout, but of something more romantic. And now, as you stood in front of him, goofily modeling your look, he weighed his options. He either tells you that he’d never seen someone so captivating in his entire life, or he stays quiet and laughs along like a good friend would. When you looked at him expectedly, he made his choice.

“You look absolutely astonishing. I’ve never seen anyone come close to as stunning as you are.” You were taken aback. You definitely weren’t expecting him to say that! You searched his face for any sign of teasing and tried to find a hint of joking in his tone, but he was serious. You felt your face warm at the compliment as you looked away, suddenly shy. The eye rolls of the other shoppers went unnoticed by you both who were too engrossed in your moment of puppy love. Choso was nervous at your lack of reaction. Did he make you uncomfortable? Was he too forward? Should he have waited—

“Do you want to grab some food after this?” you suddenly suggested, and for the first time today, Choso had no words. He silently nodded as you went back to put your normal clothes on. When you were out of sight, he let out a sigh and pushed his bangs off his face for a moment as he was suddenly feeling the summer heat even in the cool mall. When you came out once more, the outfit you had worn last was in your hands.

“I take it you liked this one?” you said, trying to ease the tension.

“I liked all of them,” he confessed, and you lightly swatted his arm.

“Well, how am I supposed to choose what to buy then? I want an outfit that’ll make you want to take me out on a proper date.” You giggled to yourself as you saw Choso getting flustered. Usually he was so composed in all other areas of his life, but romance had been neglected for far too long.

Brothers, lend me your courage and strength, he thought to himself before answering you.

“I would take you on a proper date even if you weren’t wearing anything.”

You tried so hard not to burst out laughing but you failed as Choso realized what he had said. Quickly backtracking, he was getting more and more flustered.

“No, wait! I did NOT mean for that to sound like that. Y/n, I’m so sorry, I’m not that kind of guy, I promise. I just meant that you didn’t have to buy anything special for me. You’re perfect enough as you are.” You wiped the tears that had formed in your eyes from laughing so hard as you reached over and gave his hand a quick squeeze, butterflies in your stomach at the touch of his skin on yours.

“Choso, it’s okay. I knew what you meant, it was funny but I understand the intent behind it.” You put the clothes on the rack to be sorted by the employees. “If it makes you feel any better, I’d take you out as you are now too, no fancy new clothes needed, because you’re really handsome just like this.”

Choso tried to keep his big, giddy smile internal, but he couldn’t contain his joy at hearing you found him attractive too. As you walked to the food court, he had a newfound burst of confidence and softly took hold of your hand, another trait of his you found completely endearing. He was a pretty bulky and intimidating man, but you liked how he treated things with a gentle touch. You both decided to get ramen bowls but with different toppings so you could share. Choso insisted on paying for your meal and you thanked him profusely for his generosity. When he let go of your hand only to pay and bring over both your orders to the table, you found that your hand was uncomfortably empty without his in it, even during such a short amount of time. Enjoying your meals, you both still had tons to talk about. There was never a dull or awkward moment with him and it was nice that you could be yourself around him with no fear of judgement. As you were listening to Choso talk about a funny story, he took a break from speaking to finish eating the noodle he had picked up with his chopsticks. You, too, were trying your hand at finishing a noodle but it was extremely long. When you felt tension on the noodle and noticed it starting lifting from Choso’s side of the bowl as well, your heart did a flip.

“Have you ever seen the movie “Lady and the Tramp?” you asked him, noodle dangling out of your mouth.

“Uh uh,” he replied, meaning no.

“Just follow my lead,” you said. Choso looked at you curiously but heeded your directions. You both slurped away at the noodle until it was obvious you two were eating the same one. You put your finger up to signal Choso to refrain from breaking it. You continued to bring the noodle further into your mouth, as did he, and your faces were now close together. You knew PDA wasn’t totally acceptable but the food court was surprisingly quiet for the time of day and no one was in the booths around you. If you were going to kiss him, now was the time. You gave him time to understand what would happen if you ate any more of the noodle and he had the chance to break it off and back away if he didn’t want to kiss you. Choso’s lips curled into a tiny smile as his eyes bore into yours, leaning in ever so slightly. You did the same, and your lips ever so slightly ghosted Choso’s as you—

“Hey! Choso!”

You quickly clamped down on the noodle with your teeth so it was no longer connected to the piece in Choso’s mouth. You had never moved so fast in your life to sit back in your seat normally as Yuji and his friends came barreling over to your table. Normally Choso was ecstatic to see his little brother, but he couldn’t have picked a worse time to interrupt. You were sure Yuji didn’t notice his brother pouting in his booth, the neglected noodle hanging at the corner of his mouth. As Choso sat, brooding with his arms crossed, you couldn’t help but find the timing hilarious. While Yuji was none the wiser that his brother was about to kiss someone, you were sure that Fushiguro noticed because his face was tomato red and avoiding your gaze while Kugisaki gave you a thumbs up and a wink. You shook your head, a light chuckle tumbling out of your mouth.

“I take it you had a successful shopping day?” You eyed the bags that the kids hauled over and were now strewn across several unoccupied tables.

“Of course! I love shopping. I’m very good at it,” a smug Kugisaki replied.

“Are you good at shopping or overspending on things you don’t need?” grumbled Fushiguro while Kugisaki flicked the side of his head. While they dealt with each other, you pulled out your phone to check the time. The mall was about to close! It didn’t feel like you had been here all day but time flies when you’re having fun.

“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but the mall is gonna close in like, 10 minutes and I should probably head home.”

Choso perked up at the sound of your voice while Yuji turned his conversation to his friends.

“I didn’t realize it had gotten so late, I was having such a good time with you. Can we walk you home?”

You beamed at him.

“I would love nothing more.”

The kids rounded up all of the bags as your eccentric little group headed to the train station. The entire time, Choso’s hand had found its home in yours and you couldn’t be happier at how today went. What started as a normal day ended with you potentially finding love. Even as you waited outside, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead and palms, Choso never let go of you. When you made it to your apartment door, you reluctantly let go of each other’s hands.

“I had an amazing time today with you, y/n,” said Choso, with the sincere look on his face that you had come to adore, “Would you like to go on a second date with me sometime soon?”

“I had a great time with you too, Choso. I’d love to go on another date with you.”

You both had huge smiles on your faces as you exchanged phone numbers. Before he turned around to leave, you caught his attention.

“Wait! Your hair got messed up on the train ride over here. Can I fix it for you before you go? I am an expert at this style, you know.”

He obliged, sitting on the steps so you could reach him easier. You couldn’t help but relish the feeling of running your fingers through his hair and he was equally just as happy getting his hair played with, letting out a content sigh. You twisted the hair into the right shape and got the ends to spike up to match the other bun. When you were done, you pulled out a Hello Kitty hair clip you had bought at the mall and placed it on the side of his head.

“Something to remember me by,” you explained as he stood up.

“I don’t think I could ever forget you,” he said earnestly. You leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek goodbye and Choso didn’t know if his poor heart could handle any more love from you without it going into overdrive. As you entered your doorway, Choso bid you farewell with a lovesick grin on his face. Hurrying back to the others, he couldn’t wait to debrief with them everything that had happened and get advice on what to do for the second date. When their train arrived at the station, Choso sat down and immediately slapped his palm to his face, groaning.

“Yuji?”

“Huh?”

“I forgot the fans.”

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rogerswifesblog-updates · 2 years ago

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Since my main blog @rogerswifesblog is shadowbanned I’ve decided to post here (until the shadowban is lifted)

Noise pt. 2

First part here

Summary: It happens again. But this time, Bucky is not sleeping....

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol(just a little bit), SMUT, it’s pwp, 3some, blowjob,ball worship, slight nipple worship, fingering, masturbation, handjob, P in V, MxM, implied anal, sub Bucky, Dom!steve, switch Reader(?), Bottom!bucky, top!steve

Read the warnings!!!

If you’re not interested in mxm you can stop reading after '•••'

18+

The mission was getting closer and closer to an end. You would probably be able to get back home in just a few days. That's exactly why the three of you decided to have a drink and a relaxing evening. Steve had a small bottle of Thor's liquor, so the two soldiers could also have some fun. Still, you drank a little slower because you didn't want to get drunk. Just enough to be in a good mood.

"You're cheating! Buck, you went two squares too far" you said immediately when you noticed where Bucky put his pawn. "What? -no, of course not. That's not true- I- I just miscounted" he visibly lied which could be seen on his reddening cheeks. Steve punched him lightly in the shoulder and whispered something in his ear that made him laugh out loud. In that time, he moved the pawn onto the proper place.

"What are you whispering about? No whispering at the table" you grinned a bit, briefly putting your hand on Bucky's thigh. "Huh? What did Steve tell you?"

Bucky looked briefly at your hand, then back at Steve. "Yhm- nothing important" he said sheepishly, lowering his head. A soft laugh escaped him after which he took a big gulp of his drink. Your gaze immediately fell to Steve. He winked at you, a small smile on his lipsnwhile he put his arm around Bucky's shoulders. You always liked their friendship, the easy and pleasant way they had with each other. It was just nice to watch.

When Steve threw the dice, he leaned a bit over Bucky as he sat in the middle. "A five! Ha!" he said with satisfaction, making Bucky and you sigh. You were losing while the two soldiers were having a head-to-head race- no matter how many times they had both cheated by now. Because, they totally did cheat in board games.

"I'm going to make myself another drink, you guys want one?" you asked as you stood up and put one of your hands on Bucky's shoulder, the other on Steve's, gently massaging both of them. The blond looked up at you, nodding and giving you a kiss on the hand. "I'd love one, honey" he said while Bucky nodded, not meeting your gaze anymore.

With that you disappeared into the kitchen where you made the drinks.

You could see the two soldiers from where you were standing, talking to each other and teasing each other visibly. It looked really cute. Especially the way Steve was teasing Bucky, how he was always gently nudging the other or pinching his sides, making Bucky laugh a little. A small smile settled on your lips. It was great to see Bucky a little happier again. You could still remember how hard it had been for him to settle back in at first. With Steve, he was clearly relaxed, more than with any other Avenger. He was also very comfortable with you around, always letting you brush his hair or just cuddle him.

"Here you go" you spoke as you placed the two glasses between them while doing that you leaned over Bucky a bit and touched his head with your breasts. Since you were standing behind him, you couldn’t see how red he was blushing, just that he started shifting around a bit in his seat. "I hope you didn't cheat again when I wasn't here" you whispered in his ear, loud enough for Steve to hear as well. After that you went to get your own drink which you had left in the kitchen, not being able to bring all three at once.

This time when you came back, you sat down in Steve's lap. "So, let's get back to playing" you grinned, taking a big gulp of your drink. After rolling the dice, you turned back to Steve, kissing him briefly on the lips, feeling Bucky's gaze on you. Nevertheless, you continued playing.

Within the next twenty minutes you finished the game and sat down on the sofa. "So...what do we do now?" you asked as you put your legs in Bucky's lap and he started massaging them a bit, letting his fingers knead your calves. Your head was in Steve's lap, him stroking your hair. The feeling of being stroked and massaged made you moan softly. You immediately slapped your hand in front of your mouth and looked up at Steve with red cheeks. He merely grinned a little, his eyebrows raised. He could tell you were enjoying Buckys and his hands on you.

Steve had no problem with Bucky touching you. The opposite, actually. He really enjoyed seeing him touch you. His metal fingers working over your naked skin of your calves. He’d love to see these fingers somewhere else… stroking your thighs, your breasts… stretching your tight hole…

Quickly he stopped these thoughts, especially when he felt his own dick twitch. God, he even wanted to feel Buckys hands on his own body.

"I'm sure we can think of some other game" Steve said, stroking your neck with one hand, gently grabbing your hair and pulling your head back. From the side you didn't notice how Bucky was looking at you, his eyes kept sliding from you to Steve and back. He didn’t know where to look. Your beautiful and relaxed features or the somehow hungry sparkle in Steve’s eyes while he licked over his lips.

Silently Bucky listened to you. "Truth or dare? never have I ever?" you suggested, a cheeky grin on your lips. "Both sound quite interesting, maybe we'll start with Truth or da-" "I'm tired" Bucky hurriedly interrupted the blonde.

Before you could even react, he had gotten up and disappeared into the bedroom.

Somewhat confused, you both looked after him. "Is everything all right with him? He's been acting weird all evening" you mumbled and slowly sat up. Steve was still looking at the door while shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know either. Maybe he's really tired...? It could be because of the whole mission… I'll talk to him tomorrow, I promise" Steve assured you.

With a soft sigh, you leaned your head against Steve's shoulder. For a moment you were silent before you started a new topic and lost yourselves in conversation.

For an hour you actually managed to have reasonable conversations before your hands began to wander. The gentle kisses you kept giving each other became more passionate, more demanding. Steve's hand slowly slid into your shorts, gliding between your wet folds- "No, Steve- we can't. I told you… not until we get back" you murmured against his lips, sliding off of his lap. A sigh escaped both at the same time. God, both were so needy for it. You missed feeling Steve’s body against yours, naked and pounding into your tight cunt. Fuck.

Steve looked at you with a slight pout. "Come on… just a little bit…” He pointed with his thumb and pointed finger a few inches apart. “Just a little, you won't even feel it" he whined, pointing now to a length of at least ten inches. Laughing, you punched him in the shoulder. "You're such an idiot, Steve" you grinned, making him laugh too.

"We should get some sleep. It's getting really late" you muttered and stood up. Immediately you held out your hand to the blonde, which he grabbed.

"...Just a little bit?" he mumbled pleadingly, whereupon you rolled your eyes and walked silently to the bedroom, with Steve right behind you. Close enough for you to feel his hardness against your ass.

You could swear this man thought more often with his dick than with his head. Only thinking about sex these past few days.

Whereas you had to admit that you thought about it just as often in the last few days...

Shaking your head, you took off your clothes, down to your underwear. Bucky was asleep either way, so you didn't have to worry about him seeing you change- plus, he'd seen you in your underwear many times since you often changed in the same rooms before or after missions. It was weird at first but by now it didn't bother any of you.

And let's face it, sometimes you liked looking at these super soldiers shirtless.

When you finally laid in bed in your pajamas a few minutes later, Steve pulled you a little closer to him. You could feel that he was still aroused, especially since he put his leg between yours and rubbed his hardness right against your crotch. A contented sigh escaped your lips.

Fuck, it felt really good.

His hard dick pressed right against your throbbing pussy, sometimes rubbing over your clit.

You could feel how wet you were becoming, especially when even with all the layers of clothes your pussy started making a squelching sound.

"Okay- but you have to be quiet, understand?" you breathed over your shoulder to him. Immediately, he nodded impatiently and was already starting to undress your sleep shorts. You stopped him.

"I was thinking of something else" you grinned and sat up. For a moment you looked at Bucky's bed- this time you watched him a bit longer. He was lying on his back, his eyes sliding over your body to your face, stopping at your lips.

Grinning cheekily, you looked back at Steve and sat down between his legs. "We have to be quiet" you reminded him again and started kissing his thighs. Very gentle and soft kisses everywhere but where he wanted it most. Despite that it was quite dark and the room was lit only by the moon, you grinned when you saw a wet spot on the fabric of his boxers, where his leaking tip was. You licked right over that spot, making him gasp.

To tease him a bit more, you took his tip into your mouth a little through the fabric and sucked lightly. His hand immediately found your hair and pressed you a little harder against his twitching dick. "Stop that or I'm going to lose it" he breathed dangerously calm which made you whimper quietly. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second while Steve rubbed his bulge against your face for a moment, watching you open your mouth and sticking your tongue out.

He continued to hold your head as he pulled down his boxers, enough for him to free his dick and balls. "Open" he demanded and pressed his tip to your lips. Immediately you did as told and opened your mouth as wide as possible. Your jaw would hate you for this tomorrow but you couldn’t wait to finally feel his weight on your tongue again.

With a pleasurable sigh, he pushed between your lips and started thrusting into your wet, warm mouth.

When you took his cock in your own hand and moved it together with your head, he let go of your hair but still thrusted his hips up. Briefly you looked up at him and what you saw made you moan softly around his tip. Steve had leaned his head back a bit, closed his eyes and was gripping the bed sheet with his free hand- you were sure it would tear any second. This motivated you to take him deeper into your mouth- which you did. Even though it wasn't easy, you managed to slide it further into your mouth until he hit your gag reflex. This made you stop for a moment and lift your head, letting the tip fall from your lips to get some air.

You took your second hand to stroke his shaft and over his tip. By now he was so wet from your saliva and his pre cum that your hands slid along effortlessly.

"Don't stop" he breathed and buried his hand in your hair again, using it to push you back down until you took him back into your mouth. This time you let him push you down completely until you swallowed him down and let him stretch your tight throat. With that, you took him completely into your mouth until your nose rested against his abdomen. Unintentionally, he moaned a bit louder this time and to be honest, you didn't pay attention to that anymore.

You let one hand slide to his balls, massaging and kneading them just like you knew he liked. His balls were wet and slick from all the spit and precum that was leaking around your lips.

With the other hand you grabbed his leg and let him control your movements. When he noticed this, he slowly started to thrust into your mouth. "Can I- oh god- can I fuck your pretty mouth sweetheart?" he breathed barely audible. You answered him with a quiet hum which made him draw in a sharp breath.

Without waiting any longer, he began thrusting fast and hard into your mouth. You felt your saliva leak from the corners of your lips. You knew already that you would have jaw pain tomorrow. It wasn't too easy to keep your mouth open that far- Steve was a big guy and he knew it.

With one hand you started playing with his balls again which apparently gave him the rest because the very next moment he pushed your head down completely, grinding into your mouth, moaning quietly into his free hand. You felt his seed hit your throat.

You swallowed as much as you could but something still spilled from your mouth. Starting to feel that you needed to breathe again, you lightly tapped his leg to let Steve know he needed to let you go. That's exactly what he did then. Breathing heavily and clearly satisfied, he mumbled a soft sorry which made you grin a little.

You licked him clean, letting your tongue slide against his slit and over your shaft while he watched you. Then, as you lifted your head, he stroked his thumb across your chin to wipe off the last remnants of his seed- then he gently slid his thumb along your lips until you took him into your mouth.

"I love your lips, your soft, warm, wet mouth..." he breathed softly which immediately made you smile a bit. You loved seeing him so satisfied and pleased.

Steve then pulled you up to him and pressed his lips to yours. Instantly, he began kissing you with desire. His tongue explored your mouth, following his own taste.

Then, when his hand suddenly slipped under the short pant leg of your sleep shorts and found your crotch, sliding over your wet folds, you gasped in surprise. "So wet" he breathed against your lips as his fingers slowly slid along your slit- until he pushed into your wet pussy with two wide fingers. His palm rubbed along your clit as he did so, making you moan in pleasure.

A gasp made you freeze. It wasn't coming from you -and it wasn't coming from Steve either. Immediately you both looked at Bucky, who was lying unnaturally still on his back. His breathing was far too quiet. Slowly you saw his hand moving under the blanket in his crotch area.

You couldn't think much further as Steve added a third finger and moved it into your wetness. Immediately a pleasurable gasp escaped your lips, your gaze falling back to Steve. "Steve-" you breathed softly. When he looked up to you, you gestured toward Bucky's bed with a nod of your head. Immediately he realized what you meant, especially since his vision was better in the dark than yours.

"You like that, baby?" breathed Steve into the darkness and you really had to admit that you had no idea who he was talking to. Especially since you could tell that Bucky was nodding slightly. You could see how his leg muscles tensed a bit. At the same time, you didn't even notice that you had started moving your hips against Steve's fingers, riding them.

"You like it, huh? Can't get enough?" Steve kept murmuring which made you nod immediately. Out of the corner of your eye, you could swear Bucky had nodded once too. A low moan escaped your lips as Steve's hand stroked your sensitive spot again. This immediately made Steve grin and rub a little harder against it.

"Come on baby, come for me. I can see you want it, can't I?" the blonde murmured, your body playing as if for his words as hot pleasure rushed over you in the very next moment. With a suppressed moan you came and dropped exhausted on Steve's chest. You turned your head to the side in time to see that Bucky in the bed next to you was also tensing up and biting into the blanket to stanch his moans as he came too. He had closed his eyes with pleasure while he visibly continued to try to keep his breathing calm. You, too, had to slowly slow down your breathing while Steve slowly stroked along your back.

•••

The super soldier in the next bed slowly opened his eyes and looked directly into yours, then blinked directly at Steve's face as he too looked at Bucky. Even in the darkness, you could see clearly that Bucky's cheeks were turning red. "Fuck- I- I have no idea- fuck- I'm sorry- I-" he started rambling and was about to leave his bed as well. "I'm not a creep- really not- I- God I'm so sorry- I couldn't" he stuttered more. He didn't even give you time to say anything back. Fortunately, Steve reacted quickly enough and sat up after putting you gently aside. He immediately grabbed Bucky's waist and pulled him onto his lap.

A surprised gasp escaped them, even you couldn’t stop a quiet gasp escaping your lips.

For a moment the two soldiers looked at each other silently. Briefly, Bucky's eyes drifted to you as well, then back to Steve.

Steve and you had talked about Bucky more than once, mostly jokingly, about how he was almost like part of your relationship- but had they really been jokes? Bucky was always with you. You spent many evenings watching movies and cuddling. He even went out with you two. You knew Steve had feelings for Bucky back then in the forties but they weren't allowed in their time. So he had pushed them aside for a long time. You had liked Bucky ever since you met him. At first he might have been a little closed off, but with patience and trust everything had changed. He meant a lot to you.

Did Bucky feel the same? Had he always thought the same?

Briefly, Steve looked over his shoulder at you. You didn't need to hear the question, already nodding. A feeling told you this was exactly what he was looking for.

And you were right.

He turned back to Bucky and put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him a bit closer. "May I?" the blonde breathed barely audibly, looking at Bucky's lips. "Yes, please" it came back just as quietly from the other.

When their lips met in a soft kiss, you felt a tingle in your stomach. It was a beautiful sight to watch them lose themselves in each other. How they let out all the feelings they had kept inside for years, kissing and nibbling at each other's lips.

Still, they broke away from each other again. Bucky smiled slightly sheepishly and rested his head on Steve's shoulder. Again his eyes fell to you. "Would you kiss me, too?" he breathed, in a voice so vulnerable you'd never heard from him before. Immediately you nodded and knelt on the bed next to them both. Bucky raised his head a little with Steve turning to you as well. He too smiled contentedly.

A nervousness came over you as if you were a teenager again and about to have your first kiss. That's exactly how you also felt when kissing Steve for the first time.

Finally, your lips met. Bucky's hand buried itself in your hair while his other was pressed against Steve's chest, stroking over his pecks. In the time you two kissed, Steve watched you for a moment before his gaze slid to Bucky's crotch where a damp stain was visible on the sweatpants he was sleeping in. He couldn’t stop the grin creeping onto his lips.

Cute.

A raspy, low laugh escaped him. You knew that sound. A hungry sound that meant only good things, always involving many amazing orgasms. This made Bucky and you break away from each other. Immediately, Bucky followed Steve's gaze and blushed again.

"Sorry, I-" "Shhh, shhh, don't even start with that. You don't have to apologize or be ashamed, don't worry baby" Steve breathed, pulling Bucky right over his own hardening dick, making them both gasp.

Slowly Steve laid Bucky down on the bed between you and started kissing his neck. This made the laying an moan softly. With one hand he stroked through Steve's hair while with the other he stroked your arm and then pulled you closer by the wrist. You immediately leaned over him and gently kissed his lips, making him gasp quietly. The kiss quickly became more passionate and demanding. Our tongues fought for dominance- until you won and Bucky slowly gave up the control into your and Steve’s hands, just enjoying being worshiped by two people. A soft gasp escaped him. "I still can taste him… I can still taste Steve" he breathed against your lips. You grinned and kissed the soldier again, this time with even more tongue than before.

When he suddenly jerked hard and moaned, you moved away from him. Immediately your eyes fell to Steve who had taken off Bucky's sweatpants and was beginning to lick over his hard length. Under the slight light, you could see some of the previous cum coating Bucky's hard dick. Steve slowly licked him clean, letting his tongue play with the still leaking slit, before licking down his shaft and to his balls, sucking on them gently, Grinning, you bent over Bucky's chest and slowly started kissing your way down. Until your head was next to Steve's.

Steve looked directly into your eyes as he slowly licked all over Bucky's arousal. Sucking his balls into his mouth, slurping loudly while he let them out of his mouth with a smack. This made not only Bucky but also you moan. Fuck, this was all so hot.

While Steve was between Bucky's legs, you laid down at Bucky's side and slowly stroked the outside of his thigh. "You like that Buck, huh? What did you like most while you touched yourself so nicely?" you asked, grinning slightly.

It was hard for the other to answer at all, as Steve was still licking his hard dick. You pinched Bucky's thigh gently to remind him to answer you. "Oh-I-fuck-I saw you took him all the way in your mouth-and-and-oh God Steve," he whimpered as Steve sucked and took Bucky's length in his mouth, circling his mushroom head with his wet tongue. "-then he fingered you- oh fuck- fuck," he stuttered, making you grin.

Slowly you bent down to his hard cock and started licking over his length while Steve kept sucking and licking the tip. This made Bucky moan loudly and uncontrollably over and over again while he couldn’t stop thrusting into Steve's mouth.

He gripped Steve's hair with his metal hand while his other stroked your hair. "Fuck- I'm going to-come-I-no, no, please..." his words endet in a whimper as Steve let go of his dick and also pulled you away. "Please, I-" "Shh, baby, I don’t want you to come just yet" Steve then breathed against Bucky's thigh, grinning mischievously. His gaze slowly fell to you.

You realized what he was talking about- and you were totally onboard. That's why you gave a slight nod before kneeling over Bucky's hip. Bucky looked first at you, then over your shoulder to Steve- then at the ceiling, sighing.

"Am I dreaming?" he breathed, barely audible. This made all three of you laugh softly. "No, you're not dreaming, Buck" you grinned slightly and looked briefly at Steve. The latter gave you a soft kiss on the lips after which he slowly kissed over your shoulder. "Don't keep him waiting, honey" Steve breathed in your ear.

You grinned a bit, biting your bottom lip while you pressed Bucky dick flat against his abdomen, admiring him for a moment.

He was panting and breathing heavily, his chest rising and sinking slowly. His eyes were scanning your body, face and behind you, probably watching Steve as he kissed my shoulders and neck.

God, Bucky looked beautiful.

His nipples were rosy and hard. You imagined him having played with them while he had been touching himself, teased his nipples with his cold metal fingers while his other hand had been pumping his hard leaking cock.

You slowly sat onto his dick, just letting him glide between your slick folds. Your pussy was dripping at this point and you couldn’t wait to finally be filled by a cock. Bucky moaned quietly when he felt your wetness coating his twitching dick. Wanting to hear more of these sounds you leaned down to his nipples, your slick tongue circling the sensitive buds. This time he moaned your name a bit louder, grabbing your hair and pressing your head down against his nipples.

Someone’s sensitive.

Steve chuckled watching you tease Bucky. The chuckle suddenly turned into a moan when he started pumping his own cock quickly but stopping after a few moments. “Sweetheart don’t tease him so much” Steve pulled your hips a bit higher, grabbing Bucky's swollen cock and lining him up with your glistening hole.

Nodding, you let Bucky slowly fill your pussy. You both groaned as Steve got up from the bed and searched for something in the nightstand but you were more interested in the thick dick filling your tight pussy.

You sighed with pleasure as Bucky's whole length disappeared in your channel. It felt like heaven. For the both of you. "Fuck- you feel so good" Bucky breathed, looking back up at you. With a small smile, you gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He used this moment to thrust hard into you, making you gasp when he hit your g-spot. "oh Buck" you gasped and started to move, supporting yourself against his chest. You moved your hips quicker, falling harder onto his dick, while his tip hit your cervix deliciously.

Moans and gasps escaped your mouths. A whisper made you open your eyes again- you hadn't even noticed when you had closed them. "She likes it hard" Steve whispered into Bucky's ear. And that's exactly what you got from Bucky. The next time he thrust into your pussy, you fell forward on Bucky's chest. He put his arms around you and started thrusting into you hard and fast without mercy. He was pounding into your slick pussy.

You could hear squelching with every thrust. You felt Steve gently stroking your hair as he took one of Bucky's hands off you- after you opened your eyes you moaned again, seeing he had put Bucky's hand around his own dick. Lightly, you bit your lower lip before lifting your head a little and opening your mouth, wanting Steve to feed you his clock again. "Oh fuck" both soldiers breathed. Steve wasted no time before he was already fucking into your mouth. His grip on your hair hardened, while he used your mouth like his personal toy.

You felt your eyes roll back, feeling so much pleasure being used by two men.

The way the soldiers thrusted into you, you couldn't help but moan over and over. Just like the two of them did over and over again. Especially Bucky, who was watching his dick disappear in your slick pussy and Steve fucking your mouth.

Bucky was the first who came. "Fuck- I'm going to cum- can I cum in-" "Yes, Buck, cum for us. Come inside her" Steve gasped immediately. “Fill our sweet girl with your cum. Fill her till she’s dripping with it.” That's exactly what happened then. Moaning loudly, Bucky came inside you, gripping your hips tightly. There would probably be bruises by tomorrow -which you didn't mind. You’d love to wear bruises from Bucky and Steve on your skin. Letting everyone know what you did.

Your orgasm overtook you as soon as Bucky's fingers slid to your clit. You moaned around Steve’s dick, letting him slide deeper into your throat. That was enough to trigger Steve's orgasm as well, as he immediately pulled on your hair and pulled you away from his spurting dick. With his free hand, he stroked his dick shooting his seed on your face, as well as Bucky's chest. When Bucky opened his mouth, he got a few squirts on his face and tongue too.

You were still lying on Bucky's chest, while Steve laid down in bed next to you. He carefully wiped your faces with wet wipes that he had from the nightstand.

"Are you okay?" the blond breathed into your hair, kissing your head gently. After you nodded, he looked at Bucky. "And... you? Are you okay?" he whispered barely audible. Bucky looked at him with a smile on his lips and gave a slight nod. "Fine, Stevie." Bucky's grip around you tightened a bit while Steve put his arm around you. You watched as Steve gently kissed Bucky's shoulder and when he turned his head slightly, their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Satisfied, you watched the two men, sitting up slightly- unintentionally you gasped. You had completely forgotten that Bucky was still inside you.

And

And he -

He was still hard.

Fuck

Apparently he hadn't been paying attention to that either because a surprised gasp escaped him as well. This caused them to break away from the kiss.

Grinning, Steve eyed you both, sitting up. When you wanted to lift yourself from Buckys cock, Steve gestured for you to stay, then looked at Bucky and put something on the bed next to you. Bucky's eyes got a little big, but he nodded wordlessly, licking his lips.

Your eyes fell to what was on the bed.

Lube.

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obsidianpen · 2 months ago

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the fact that harry canonically is smart and magically powerful makes my mood improve several times a day, but i don’t get the overwhelming tendency to dumb him down in fanfiction, especially when paired with tom/voldemort. and when i say canonically, i really do mean that it’s written black on white in the books: his grades, which are a bit higher than even an average student, considering how little time harry actually spends studying; his brilliant memory, almost to the point of making me wonder whether it can be classified as eidetic (he remembers spells and wand movements he’s seen maybe once or twice before perfectly, not to mention remembering a spell hermione cast a whole year prior and successfully casting it himself on the first try; remembering specific placements of objects or random things he’s read in passing); continuing on from the previous examples, his ability to cast correctly and successfully a wide range of spells, some being quite advanced, on his first few tries; his ability to plan, strategise and then lead people into said course of action.

obviously, he is hotheaded and impulsive and stubborn and self doubting to a fault, distrustful in his own abilities when it costs him the most, but that doesn’t negate at all his intellect and magical proficiency. he’s not dumb, he’s not just interested in quidditch and he definitely isn’t a goody two shoes, who would tremble at the thought of manipulating, lying or using dark magic to get his own way, as long as the end goal aligns with his ideals.

i’m not referencing any of your specific work here, this is not the point of this ramble, rather i wanted to bring forth something i’ve noticed happening quite a lot and wondering what your opinion is, as a fanfic writer yourself?

i just feel like there is no need to sacrifice one character for the sake of another — in this case, building tom/voldemort’s character at the expense of harry. he doesn’t have to be stripped down of all the things that make him compelling and complex just so voldemort can seem grander on page. we already know he is intimidating and powerful and captivating. he already demands the attention of the reader when making an appearance.

but two characters can be as equally complex and intricately built, and still coexist on the same page. that’s the baseline of their great chemistry, i think: how well they bounce off of each other without even trying too hard.

well, I can’t really speak to whether or not this happens all the time with harrymort or not, as I don’t read a ton of fics, so I’m taking your word on that being true. And I don’t know if I put Harry on quite as high of a pedestal as you do - I do think he is above average in a lot of things and exceptional in a few, but I also think he’s relatively average in many respects, which is why I like him. All that being said, I’d guess it has to do with a few things.

first I’d say it’s that a lot of people like to write extremes, esp when it comes to villain/hero type pairings. They like Voldemort seeming extra big and bad and strong, and so yeah, they make Harry smaller and weaker in comparison. Maybe some do it in reasonable ways, and others do it in a, Harry’s a 5’0” omega male in heat or wtf ever (no shame there if that’s your thing!). It’s fun to write and really does something for a lot of people. I’d imagine this happens with all sorts of pairings.

I’d guess another reason is that, if you have been reading fanfiction for a long time and you come across this weaker/smaller/etc version of Harry a lot, you might start to forget what he was like in canon, and you’re being influenced by the content you are taking in and therefore writing Harry like this, too. Happens all the time in fandom.

lastly, I think this may happen because it’s a lot easier - and therefore fun - (imo ofc) to write extremes than it is to write two characters who are closer together, across the board. There’s a lot more nuance when the couple is much more evenly matched. It’s hard. It’s hard! So much simpler to figure out what’s going to happen next when the power dynamic is 10/90 instead of 50/50. A game of chess with a master versus a novice is over fast; a game with two evenly matched players who like to sit and stare at each other binge analytical can go on a looooong time!

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portaltothevoid · 1 year ago

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God Called In Sick Today — Chapters 1 & 2

Summary: It’s the ghafia fic you didn’t know you needed… When a mission goes south, Copia is left scrambling to figure out a plan to get the mayor-to-be in favor of the Emeritus family. That’s where Arianna Diodati, the Mafia Princess of his (very Catholic) rival, comes in. He plans to use her as a bargaining chip to get what he wants. Did he place the right bet or did he take more than he bargained for?

Word count: 5.8k ~//~ Warnings: mafia au, copia x oc, death/murder, gun usage, angst, physically and verbally abusive relationship, domestic violence (between oc x oc), (brief, almost subtle) dacryphilia, kidnapping, dark copia, cliffhanger, enemies to lovers, slow burn

A/N: Surprise! It's a double feature! Fair warning, the next chapters won’t be up til I have a few under my belt so that they can be posted regularly and since I’m still working on You’re Losing Me as well… it might be a while. But I am so so excited for this, that I had to give you all a taste! Massive, massive thank you to @fishwithtitz @da-rulah and @copias-juicebox for beta reading and listening to me talk about this non-stop as I worked out the plot 🖤(photos in mood board all found on pintrest and dividers by @gothdaddyissues!)

Chapter One -- The Sermon and The Plan

It was never a good sign when Papa Emeritus IV demanded a mandatory mass that wasn’t on Sunday. Usually, meetings such as this would be for the upper echelon of the clergy and the Ghouls, but this time around, every single member of the Satan’s Ministry was in attendance. No one dared speak or even look away from their Papa as he stood, eyeing everyone in the room like the disappointed father he was.

Those in the front row could hear his leather gloves squeak against the oak of the pulpit as he gripped it like a stress ball. His unique set of eyes, one green and one white, focused on one specific Ghoul. His expression darkened like an approaching storm, which made for his already intimidating skull-painted face to become menacing. As for the Ghoul, if it weren’t for the silver-horned mask covering his face, even Papa would have seen the beads of sweat dripping down the sides of it. He knew he was the reason everyone was here and why Papa looked beyond furious. He knew it the moment he saw the blue and red flashing lights at the docks.

“As most of you know,” the Satanic pope began, “our latest operation was thwarted by carelessness. All of you deserve to know why, but first, it isn’t a true Mass without a sermon, hm?”

He clasped his hands behind his back as he turned to walk to his right, addressing those in the pews in front of him. “Pride and greed. Two sins that often go hand in hand. Sins which we celebrate here. It seems I need to remind you all that the celebration of sin, any sin, does not give one a free pass to do whatever the fuck they want, eh?”

He turned again, to walk to the other side of the sanctuary. “Every coin has two sides. At what point does living in sin, celebrating sins, become a hindrance?

“Pride. An excessive belief in one’s abilities. Pride can make one think they are untouchable. Pride is the sin that pushes us to achieve greatness not just in the name of Satan, but for ourselves. And there, we find greed. A desire for wealth, for gain. But, again I ask you all, when does celebrating these glorious sins become a hindrance?”

Now, he was in front of the pulpit. Leaning against it was a cane, something he only brought out for show or to inflict pain. While he was addressing everyone, his dichromatic eyes landed on the trembling Ghoul in the center. “Excessive or grandiose sinning becomes a deterrent when it puts the lives of others at risk, when it puts an institution, a family, that you’ve devoted your life to at risk.” Grabbing the cobra head handle, Papa gracefully jumped down to walk in front of the first row. “Many of you are aware of a mission we set out on recently. A mission to save helpless women and children from a sex-trafficking ring. There also was to be an exchange of money. These degenerates were exchanging quite a large sum of money for this transaction. Those prisoners were denied the choice of freedom we offer here. We were denied what was to be used as payment to put the malleable Gregory Osorio in our corner. We have very little time to come up with this sum to get a powerful, up and coming politician in our corner. One who could turn votes in our favor. One who would look out for us. One who would defiantly oppose the Diodati dickheads.

“This mission was not successful. By the time our Ghouls arrived, the prisoners were ‘rescued’ by the police. The money – that should have been ours – confiscated. I know many have wondered how this could have happened. Well, children, the answer is simple.

“Pride… and greed…” he spoke slowly, as he walked down the center aisle, dragging his cane along the ends of the pews. “Someone felt too secure in themselves… Felt they could just… open their fucking mouth to anyone who would fucking listen… while not realizing… They were fraternizing with an informant for the enemy.” He paused his promenade. “This was not a simple mistake. This was blatant negligence from someone who I know, for a fact, knew better. This Ghoul broke our Sacramentum Secreti (Oath of Secrecy).” He began walking again. His cane hit a pew with every word. “Internal problems will be dealt with.”

He stopped. Everyone turned to look at Papa, except for one Ghoul. Papa reached over, using the tip of his cane to force him to look at his figurehead, his boss. With a look that could kill and a wave of his hand, he indicated the Ghoul to walk in front of him back up to the sanctuary.

After twenty paces, “Ghoul, you seem to be limping. I wonder why that is… Is it because your pain and suffering is a message from La Famiglia Diodati?” he remarked snidely.

When Papa planted himself behind the pulpit, he pointed the cane to indicate a spot on the ground. “Kneel,” he commanded. On shaky legs, the Ghoul did as he was told.

Papa dragged his gaze up to the choir loft before him, where one of his best Ghouls was waiting for the signal. Painstakingly slow, he looked back at the insurrectionist. “Per aspera, ad inferi,” he prayed. Again, he made eye contact with the one in the choir loft, giving a solitary nod.

In the blink of an eye, the Ghoul to Papa’s right jolted back slightly, a red dot forming in the center of his forehead. As deep burgundy liquid dripped from it, the congregation gasped, and the Ghoul toppled forward onto his masked face with a deafening thud.

Papa bowed his head, but his eyes passed over everyone clutching their rosary beads in front of him. Somehow, this look was more sinister than it was at the start. “Let it be known that internal problems will be dealt with,” he paused dramatically, “by whatever means necessary.”

And with that, he turned heel and left through the back door, concluding mass.

“Do we really need Osorio this time around? Putting our efforts into driving back the Diodatis would be more beneficial,” Secondo, the second oldest Emeritus, argued. The highest members of the clergy and of the Emeritus family were gathered in their meeting room reserved for familial “business” matters.

A leather clad fist slammed on the dark cherry wood table. “And what the fuck do you think getting Osorio on our payroll would do?” Papa snapped. Secondo just rolled his eyes in response. “We’re running out of fucking time.”

“There’s that charity gala, or whatever the fuck, tomorrow. I could just use my lascivious charm to reel in Osorio,” Papa’s predecessor and brother, Terzo, waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Papa pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning back in his luxurious leather office chair.

“Copia, he actually–and it pains me to admit this–might be onto something. That gala could be a way in,” the eldest Emeritus agreed as he pressed his elbows into the table, his fingers interlacing in front of him, as he stared down his youngest brother and the church’s current Papa.

Terzo waved his hand and his smirk deepened with Primo proving his idea had some merit.

“We have nothing to give Osorio! The whole point of that mission was to dangle that money in his face,” Copia countered.

“So instead we ask him his price,” Terzo shrugged nonchalantly.

“How many of Sal’s men will be there?”

“I believe just his right-hand, Alessio Fidanza and his fiancée and probably only a handful of his associates,” Primo relayed.

Copia’s eyebrows shot up at the mention of the fiancée. “Isn’t that Sal’s daughter? The prim and proper Mafia princess?”

“Sì.”

“For what it’s worth, my advice as your consigliere would be to attend this gala for recon purposes only. Yes, our time is running out, but we still have time to sway Osorio.” For the first time an older woman, who everyone called Sister Imperator, spoke up. She had been keenly observing Copia’s every move, just as any mother would her son, carefully watching knowing he was especially volatile right now.

“And Sal, what about him? He’ll be there too?” Copia asked, ignoring the woman beside him.

“As far as we know, yes.”

A wicked, devilish smile spread across Copia’s face, exaggerating the black paint reminiscent of a rat’s skull around his mouth.

“No… Copia, what are you thinking?” Sister Imperator asked hesitantly. She knew that look. They all did.

“Oh we’ll get some information. We will find out Osorio’s price and we will get Diodati’s attention.”

“Elaborate, brother,” Secondo said wearily. They knew Copia had just hatched a plan and from the look on his face, it was going to be far from easy.

“Diodati thinks he has the upper hand, sì? We can kill two birds with one stone. Show him who has the power here and get the money from him to pay off Osorio so those Catholic fucks can’t use God as a basis for politics.”

“And how exactly… would we do that? Are we intercepting one of their shipments or–” Sister Imperator began to ask hesitantly until she was cut off.

“It’s simple,” Copia stated. He leaned back in his chair casually this time, his elbows perched on the chair’s arm rests. He waved his hands in front him as if he was presenting a physical idea. “We kidnap la Principessa di Dio.”

Chapter Two -- You Should Be Scared

The last thing Arianna Diodati wanted to do was attend some pompous charity event chained to her fiancé wearing a designer dress she hated and a fake smile. She thanked God that she didn’t have to endure the after parties; she could retreat to solitude and her husband-to-be could do whatever (and most likely whomever) he wanted there. Not knowing what happened at those parties used to ruminate in her mind like a catchy pop song… until she actually found out.

The infidelity bothered her at first, caused her to lose sleep at night, and question her worth. She used to be confrontational. She used to stick up for herself. She used to care. Arianna learned the hard way that Alessio Fidanza never actually wanted her or truly loved her. Maybe at first he did, but as time marched on, she came to realize the only thing he cared about was having an in with the most illustrious mafia family in New York City. The closer he got to her, the closer he got to Arianna’s father aka the boss of the Diodati family, and the higher up in the ranks he rose, the less he paid her any attention – or respect. In less than a handful of years Alessio was promoted as Salvatore Diodati’s right hand man. He learned the ropes, got enough blood on his hands, and eventually helped call the shots. She was used to her father dictating her life, but now, finding herself under the thumb of another man? There were only two things she could do: watch her life pass her by from behind barred windows and pray to God someone would eventually notice (and care enough about) her imprisonment to save her.

Nevertheless, she admired herself in the mirror; for once, she wore a dress that made her feel confident. Her black cherry red curls cascaded around her face. For a moment, she could see a sparkle, or a glimmer of hope, returning in her hazel eyes as she noted how the asymmetrical dress framed her body perfectly. Satin jersey panels on the two thirds of the dress accentuated her curves as it snaked down the length of it. It draped up, slightly off one shoulder while the other was a simple strap clad with the subtle (yet signature) Versace Medusa emblem. That side of the dress was a simple satin. A slit allowed one of her toned legs to peek through adding an air of sexy sophistication to the look. She was almost smiling until she heard her fiancé behind her.

“You’re wearing that tonight?” And with that snide question, the sparkle in her eye dimmed once more, returning to their usual lackluster shine.

“Um, yes? I showed it to you, remember? You said it would be fine…” she said hesitantly, her voice dancing on eggshells, and her small smile fading.

Alessio scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Do you think I pay attention to half the stuff you show me? If I saw something like that, I would have remembered. Wear the other Versace dress. The one I had Roberta pick up for you.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Specifically for tonight,” he added, his tone proving he had little patience for her tonight.

“But what’s wrong with this one? It’s not like it’s–”

He sprung at her, his nostrils flaring as he gripped her arms tighter than a blood pressure cuff. She fought back the tears that pricked in her eyes. “You look like one of Satan’s whores. Now,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “put on the other dress.” He shoved her back, her arms flew out to find purchase on the dresser beside her so she wouldn’t fall. The few perfume bottles that toppled over made an almost deafening sound amongst the tension. Her breathing was ragged as she glared at him. His look back at her served as a warning.

She never understood how someone who claimed to be so devoted to God could be so evil, but she had to trust God’s plan for her. This all had to serve a purpose, didn’t it?

Her eyes closed as she composed herself, doing her best to stuff down the ever-raging storm of anger that lately seemed to be constantly brewing inside her. “Yes, Alessio. It’s the one still in the garment bag?”

Slowly he rolled his head up to look at the ceiling, before bringing it back to glare at her. “Obviously, you dumb bitch. Hurry up and get fucking changed. I can’t afford to be late tonight because of you,” he spat as he walked out of their room.

Once more, she took a deep shuddering breath, her whole body trembling on the exhale. Stepping out of her preferred dress, she left the almost four thousand dollar garment lying crumpled on the floor.

Now as she looked at herself in the mirror again, she saw a stranger she didn’t even recognize despite the only thing that physically had changed was her dress. She noted how her eyes seemed more hollow. The color in her face had paled. There was nothing but a stranger who once had dreams and ambition staring back at her. None of this felt real.

The worst part of it all was that under any other circumstances, she would have loved wearing this. It was a black viscose material. A slim-fitting, hooded crêpe dress with a plunging V-neckline that was much more revealing than her own choice, but this one had long sleeves and went down to her mid-calf. There was a criss-cross belt also adorned with Versace’s Medusa logo, only this one was more prominent than the one on her choice of dress.

She let out a humorless laugh as she adjusted the long sleeves. All she wanted tonight was to feel confident, to show off some skin, because things had been relatively quiet as of late. Alessio was kept busy, his attention divided elsewhere. For the first time in a while, her arms didn’t look like an abstract painting.

If she had been the one to pick out this dress, her sentiments towards it would have been different. She didn’t want to hide, but this was what Alessio wanted her to wear. There was no way around that unless she wanted to pay the price. Letting out a heavy sigh, she put the hood up. This dress felt like the most high end and lavish prison jumpsuit. No one would know how much it felt like she was wearing shackles, a stark reminder that her choices were never own. But at least tonight she wouldn’t have to come up with a lie to explain the fresh bruises on her arms.

A single tear slid down her face, which she quickly wiped away. With a shake of her head, she put her emotions under lock and key, tucking it away into a dark corner of her mind. She practiced her million dollar smile and nodded to herself, putting her shoulders back and her chest out –a mirage of confidence and happiness– and made her way to the Bentley that was waiting for her.

No matter the formal event, the routine was almost always the same. Arianna would find her father, talk to and dance with who he (or Alessio) told her to, have two strong drinks (but no more than that or else she’d have to deal with a very irate Alessio), fake pleasantries with the other ladies who were just as much a prisoner to this life as she was, then once the crowd began thin, could she retreat. Tonight would be no different. At least, that's what she had assumed.

She greeted her father with a kiss on the cheek. “Arianna, there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” he father said, ushering over to a man that was just about six or seven years older than her. He looked just like everyone else here like he came from money and would stop at nothing to get more. “Greg, this is my daughter, Arianna. Arianna, this is Gregory Osorio, our soon to be Mayor.”

This Greg guy let out a low whistle as he looked Arianna up and down. “Sal, you weren’t kidding. She is absolutely stunning. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard so many things about you.”

“All good things, I hope,” she said with a smile that would never quite reach her eyes.

“Oh, absolutely! Your dress looks like it was made for you. Ah, how do you say it… You look… bellissima!”

“You’re too kind. Alessio convinced me to wear this tonight. I have to give all the credit to him,” she laughed, keeping up the ruse of niceties as Alessio dug his fingers into her side. It was his retaliation for the subtle jab she just made at him, even though these people would never ever know that it was.

“Fidanza, you are a lucky man!”

“I thank God everyday for her,” Alessio said, giving one more bruise-worthy squeeze on Arianna’s waist. He dropped his hand when everyone’s attention snapped towards the door. The group that had just arrived turned heads as they sauntered in.

“Who invited those Emeritus fucks?” Sal snapped.

“Copia put a call in himself to my office about a sizable donation for tonight. I figured if he's willing to be a top donor–perhaps even the top donor tonight–they might as well enjoy some of the festivities, no?” Osorio responded cautiously. “If you’ll excuse me, Sal…”

They exchanged nods as Gregory meandered through the crowd. Sal snapped his fingers. “I want eyes on them. They’re fucking up to something. Never once have they given a shit about things like this.”

“On it, boss,” one of his men said before he disappeared amongst the throng of people.

Arianna never liked the Emeritus family. In fact, she borderline hated them with their menacingly painted faces and blasphemous way of life. She never quite understood how they rose to rival that of her family. Perhaps they really did make a deal with the devil.

“I’m going to grab a drink,” she said quietly. Alessio just waved her off, her father already in a passionate discussion regarding something she couldn’t care less about.

She made her way to the bar, getting the attention of one of the bartenders. “Your usual, Ms. Diodati?”

“Yes, please,” she smiled.

It wasn’t long until she felt a pair of eyes on her from the other end of the bar. She looked up to see Copia, the ringleader of the Satanic circus, staring her down like a hunter watching its prey. It sent a shiver down her spine, but all he saw was the scowl that encapsulated her face. That only made him smirk at her.

She rolled her eyes in disgust, looking away from him. Out of the corner of her eye, though, when she knew his attention was back on someone that wasn’t her, she couldn’t help herself from taking in his appearance. She hated to admit, he looked… elegant. His burgundy pants were impossibly tight in all the right ways. It pained her to acknowledge the way they perfectly hugged his thighs. He had foregone his suit jacket, leaving just his matching burgundy vest and black dress shirt and tie. His sleeves were rolled up and she could see his muscles flex as he grabbed his drink.

Her eyes lingered for a few seconds too long. This time, he caught her watching him. His mouth curled up again into a sly half-smile as he took a drink. His dichromatic eyes never left her. The instant her drink hit the counter, she brought it to her lips and weaved her way through everyone back to Alessio in hopes of putting distance between her and whatever exchange had just taken place.

Shortly after she resumed her role as the token arm candy she was, did her father tense up when a leather clad hand slapped his shoulder. “Salvatore! Come stai (how are you)?”

“Copia,” he greeted stiffly. “To what do we owe this… surprise?” The words rolled off his tongue as if they made his skin crawl.

“Can’t a man just be willing to support a good cause such as this?”

Sal’s only response was to purse his lips. Copia was reveling in the fact that just his presence alone was getting under his enemy’s skin. “Say, Copia, did you hear about the girls that were rescued from trafficking by the docks the other day?” A condescending smirk now replaced the sour look on his face.

Copia’s eyes darkening was the only acknowledgement of Sal’s jab he let slip. “Ah, yes, thank the Gods below they’ve been transferred from one prison to another, being treated as criminals instead of victims.”

“Well, a whore contained is better than a whore on the street.”

Copia laughed sneeringly. “Ah, and I’m sure by whore, you mean a two-bit one. Tell me, though, what are the plans after this? Anyone escorting you to the after party?” he smirked as it was Sal’s turn for his expression to darken.

Arianna didn’t realize she was watching this with bated breath, or that she was clinging to Alessio until he shook her off him. Copia's eyes immediately darted to Arianna’s fiancé breaking free of her almost death grip to take a step towards him. “You know, since you’re here, a thanks is in order,” Alessio said cunningly. “Those girls couldn’t have been saved without the helpful information one of your soldiers let slide right off his tongue. I’ve gotta say, that was a lucky group of girls.”

“Life’s just a game of luck, isn’t it?” Sal chimed in with a shrewd smile directed at Copia.

“And I thank you as well, gentlemen, for helping me shed some dead weight.” The tenison grew thick as the flames of their rivalry were fanned with each remark. “But, a real man makes his own luck.” He casted a quick astute glance with an accompanying nod to Sal before he turned to directly face Arianna. “Perdonami,” he murmured gently, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. “Arianna, e come stai stasera, principessa (and how are you tonight, princess)?”

Her heart thumped wildly against her sternum and her eyes flashed nervously over to Alessio. She knew somehow this man’s unprompted actions would be her fault. Both men noted immediately how her body stiffened. One was amused by her fear while the other felt a pang of pity. “Bene, grazie (good, thank you),” she piped up meekly.

“Would it be alright if I stole la bella donna (the beautiful woman) for just one dance?” he asked the two men beside him, only taking his eyes off Arianna for a mere second.

Giving Alessio a slap on the back, “She’s practically yours now, son. That’s your call to make,” her father laughed as he walked off towards the bar.

Arianna widened her eyes, begging Alessio to say no. Rolling his lips between his teeth as he pondered his decision quickly. He nodded, another sly smile curling the edges of his mouth. “One song wouldn’t hurt, eh? Careful though, she’s a pistol. Hope you can handle her. Lord knows some days I barely can.”

Copia laughed dryly. “I think someone of my stature knows how to handle one of those quite well,” he challenged, ushering Arianna away quickly.

Alessio reached out and grabbed her by the arm, just like he had earlier, turning her towards him. She inhaled sharply through gritted teeth at the pain as he had constricted her already tender bruises. “I’ll be waiting by the bar for you,” he hummed as his eyes flicked back and forth between Arianna and her new dance partner, before they lingered on her. She knew that look on his face. It was another warning. Without a sound, he let go of her, and followed the path of her father.

Copia’s arm snaked around her waist. He made it a point to do it gingerly, but that did nothing to calm her rattling nerves. “You’re trembling, cara,” he noted quietly, turning to face her, placing a hand on her hip on the same spot Alessio’s fingers left painful imprints. Her eyes fluttered shut when she involuntarily shied away from him. He eyed her curiously as he switched hands, placing one on her opposite hip and taking her hand in his other. She never quite understood the random ballroom dancing that happened at some of these parties.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

A sinister laugh quietly bubbled from him as he leaned to whisper in her ear, “You really should be.”

“And why’s that?” she challenged as they stepped in time together. Unsure of how, or why, but she could feel some of her old fire ignite inside her.

“Now, now, if I answered that it would ruin the surprise.”

She spoke in a way so her lips didn’t move, but Copia could understand her muffled words perfectly: “My father has eyes on you, you know.” This came off as more of a warning of caution than a threat.

“I’d expect nothing less from him. The real question is, does he have eyes on you?”

“I highly doubt it. I’ve proven to him I’ve learned from my rebellious ways,” she scoffed.

“Oh?”

“The consequences aren’t worth the… It serves no purpose anymore.”

After a few beats of silence, Copia asked, “Why do you let them treat you like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like they own you.”

For the first time since their dance began, she looked directly into his two-toned irises. Her breath hitched. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone, never mind a practical stranger, had even acknowledged her feelings or that she might have any at all. Her life wasn’t her own; it was already planned out. She could picture her life with Alessio as if she already lived. It’s mostly the reason she had become a shell, a carbon copy of herself. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a tall cliffside with no one to pull her back and no one who noticed, or even cared… So why was her father’s sworn enemy acting as if he did? And why in God’s name did it make her stomach flip and her heart flutter? “Because they do,” she finally managed to say through barely parted lips.

As the song ended, Copia regarded her with a smug, yet sympathetic look. He stepped towards her, pressing his body against hers, bringing his forehead down to hers. Standing there frozen, there was nothing she was able to do except stare into the most intriguing pair of eyes she’d ever seen. “Il mio agnellino (my little lamb)…” he purred. A devilish smile creeped onto his face. “I’ll see you soon.”

He abruptly left her standing there like a deer in headlights with her heart hammering in chest, and disappeared into the crowd. She sucked in a deep, ragged breath as she looked around checking to see if there were any witnesses to what just happened.

That man was evil. She knew this. He was ruthless. He worshiped the devil. He was the enemy.

And yet, what terrified her the most wasn’t his veiled threats, but her reaction to them. There was an allure to him, an air of mystique. Someone heard her faint cries for freedom… She shook it off and went to find Alessio, fearing what he would do if she waited any longer.

Arianna caught his eye as she walked up to him leaning against the bar, alone. He knocked back the remainder of his drink and forcefully grabbed her wrist, dragging her out to a deserted hallway. Not a single person batted an eyelash as they rushed past.

Once he assumed they were completely by themselves, he forced her up against the wall. Her back stinging in protest as the coolness of the concrete seeped into her skin. Unbeknownst to the nowhere-near-happy couple, Copia and his ghouls were waiting in a nearby room. Every part of his plan was falling in place like dominos.

“Alessio wh–” Arianna started to question, but was cut off by Alessio slamming his fist on the wall right next to her head.

While he now had her caged in, he pointed a finger in her face. “What the fuck was that about? You fucking wanted to dance with that vermin?”

She stared at him in horror. Even though she knew he would pull this card, it never made it easier any time it happened. “What are you talking about?! Did you miss the look I gave you? I wanted nothing to do with him! I wanted you to say the ‘no’ that I couldn’t!”

“You wanted–” he scoffed. “You wanted me to say no? Since when do I make your decisions for you?”

“Only every fucking day of my life!” she spat back at him, seething. Though he embodies sin and everything unholy, when Copia switched the hands on her hips, when he noted her fear… Those actions, so subtle, spoke volumes. She was reminded of what it means when a person has compassion, empathy, and even a trace of humanity inside them. If she ever experienced that with Alessio it had long be wiped from her memory, overridden by every terrible thing he had done to her and put her through.

The rage that erupted from him, the hatred that bled from his eyes, haunted her nightmares. Instantly after the words left her mouth, her whole body tensed. When the blow from his hand landed across her face, she didn’t even have time to react before he gripped her arms again, somehow even harder than the two previous times.

“You think you can just go dance with another man without looking like one of the devil’s whores? Maybe I should have let you wear that dress, since here you are, being one instead of just looking like one.” He shook her as he berated her.

“Alessio, please, you’re hurting me,” she whimpered, tears streaming down her face as her fiancé screamed at her. His voice drowned out from the thumping music and the raucous party-goers in the other room.

“You little fucking cunt, if it wasn’t for your father I would have left your pathetic ass years ago,” he snarled through his teeth just before he tossed her to the ground like a rag doll. “Get the fuck home. I don’t want to deal with this right now. And you better think of a good way to make this up to me…” he warned before he cracked his neck, fixed his shirt cuffs, and sauntered back into the party.

Quietly, she sobbed into the tile floor. Her body was alight in a flame of pain. “Please, God. Please help me. I can’t… I just can’t…”

A hand gently touched her shoulder. She recoiled, flinching, and pressed herself into the wall behind her.

“Oh, Principessa,” Copia tutted. He crouched down in front of her and used his thumb to wipe away her tears. She watched as he brought his hand closer to inspect how they glistened on his leather glove. His eyes bored into hers as he brought his thumb to his mouth, nearly sensually cleaning off her agonized tears with his tongue. Fear coursed through her harder than the adrenaline did when she spoke back to Alessio. “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but it seems that God called in sick today,” he leaned in closer, hovering over her forebodingly, “and he sent me to handle your prayers,” he cooed disparagingly.

He stepped back from her, offering to help her up. She stared at his hand, her eyes wide with panic. When he waved it to snap her out of her trance, she scrambled to her feet. Automatically fearing supposed repercussions.

“How much… how much of that did you hear?” she whispered.

“All of it.” With a snap of his fingers two ghouls appeared, seemingly out of nowhere from Arianna’s perspective, and grabbed her arms. Their grip firm, but it wasn’t lost on her how they somehow managed to avoid touching where Alessio had hurt her.

“Wh-what are you doing? Let me go. Let go of me!” she cried out, feebly attempting to wriggle from the ghouls’ grasps.

Copia stepped forward, taking her face in his hands. His thumbs stroked her cheeks. With his face inches from hers, that diabolical smile reappeared. “I’m sorry about that too, but I can’t allow that. You see, il mio agnellino, you won’t be going home tonight.” He snaked his hands down from her face and along her neck before he leaned in so close to her, his breath tickled her ear. The way his lips moved against her skin sent shivers down her spine. “I told you. You should be scared of me.”

As he backed away from her, a third ghoul put a cloth over her mouth. Her screams were muffled as she tried to thrash and escape from her captors. Soon, her movements slowed and her vision blurred. The last thing she remembered seeing was that haunting pair of eyes, one green and one white, watching her with a smirk that rivaled that of the devil’s, before something covered her head and plunged her into darkness as her body went limp.

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bakugo x reader - i guess a lil drabble related to my succession!au here! caitie writing? it's more........ no jk im just as surprised as you...

(warning - toxic relationships, sex as business tactic, you wear a thong but gn otherwise i think, made up business lingo idfk)

You’re already waiting for him by the time Bakugo makes it back to his office.

Blazer off and strewn across the arm of the leather armchair you lean against, fingernails clacking away as you type a message on your phone; you look busy, you look sexy, you look mad, though he already knows why you’re here and you waste no time either in looking up from your device to absolutely scour.

“Fuckin' what?” he grumbles, throwing his own jacket and stack of files next to yours, refusing to give in to the thought of looking into your eyes, something he knows will cause more of a fire to light up in his veins rather than put him into a business-like mood.

“You said no.”

“‘Course I did," he responds before you can say anything else. "Your write-up was crap, and I don’t feel like wasting time entertaining unnecessary shit.”

“It’s a good plan. Would make up the public outburst you had that tanked our stock fifteen percent. You and I both know that.”

He does, but he doesn't care enough to risk another move that might cause more harm than good. It's not like his sour personality is a secret from the business world or has stopped him from getting what he wanted in the past.

“If you care so much about it just go ‘n get Deku to approve it. Fuck knows all you do when I disagree with your stupid ass ideas is cry and get him to start signing shit, anyway."

“That is not true!” you hiss, one of Bakugo’s very-clearly-plucked eyebrows immediately raising at the annoyance in your voice. “My advice is great, and yeah, I do think you should take it sometimes.”

“It’s average at best and you fucking know it"—it's actually better than average, way better, it's just hard to say now that Deku's got top spot in the running for CEO, a fact that pisses Bakugo off so badly that he can't even think about your talent lest he lose his mind even more—"You’re just one of the board's little brats. Spoiled rotten.”

You purse your lips at that, eyes narrowing as he stands up tall. “Like you’re any better. Getting mommy to call competitors anytime one of your shitty deals doesn’t go through.”

He approaches you, hands leaving his pockets as he walks you back into his desk—your ass meeting the oak just as he begins unlocking his cuff links and pushing his sleeves up to the bend of his elbows. You stand there in silence, in faux-battle through your glares, though it’s not much longer before he puts his hands on your waist and jerks you to his chest.

“Least I do my damn job instead of sucking dick on company time.”

(You don’t remind him that it was actually him on his knees the last time any inappropriate workplace intercourse occurred… nor that it was Kiri’s idea—not yours—to screw your way into Yo Shindo’s board of investors. He already started a fight the first time it came up, lord knows he’d have an aneurysm if used it against him in an argument, too.)

“Fine,” you wiggle your hips in an attempt to loosen the static between your bodies, but he only seems to get closer: the newly-tenting fly of his slacks digging into the soft dip of your own pants, instead. “Next time I’ll go ask Todoroki for advice then and you can work alone.”

He nips at you where his mouth presses against your cheek, hands splayed on your back to keep you from being pressed into the hard line of wood at your hips. You inhale at the contact, turning your face away from him if only to let his mouth fall next to your ear.

“Talk to that half and half fucker in front of me, baby,” he whispers, “and you watch what fucking happens.”

His fingers dip themselves into the band of your panties, tugging the elastic away from your skin in such a manner that the string of your thong gets pulled taut between your ass cheeks.

“Bakugo…” you warn, pulling back to glare at him though simultaneously giving into the fight, your hands leaving your hips to swat his away from behind you before they’re allowed to do anything more lewd.

He huffs, though his chest rumbles in the most silent of laughs as he catches your palms in his, swinging them back around til he’s holding them between you at your front.

“You’re such a damn tease,” he leans down close enough to touch his nose with yours, your breath warm and enticing on his lips. “Gimme a kiss for wasting my time.”

You roll your eyes. “No. I’m reporting you to HR.”

“Like hell you are. Kiss me.”

“I’m gonna kiss Deku.”

Hands still tangled with yours, he tears away for only a moment to fake a gag over his shoulder.

“That’s even worse!”

"You deserve it."

And he doesn't exactly disagree.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo #ooga booga sfjailsdhflafhu iwiehfkjhdhfj adje *monkey noises* *banging on my cage*#the beginning is bad sorry i just hhad to add it to get to the dialogue #it made me want to switch directions to angsty but i already had everything written #anyway #caitie post #caitie things #gen #succession au

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earlgreytea68 · 5 months ago

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im the one who sent the lyrics questions (ty for answering!!) and i totally didnt mean to restrict you!!! by underrated i just meant like. ones you really love and want to show other ppl why theyre so great as well. feel free to rant abt them!!! apologies for bad wording haha

hahaha do not apologize for bad wording, I probably take everything way too literally!!!!

Anyway, other favorite Peterick-coded lyrics lol:

We'll make them so jealous, we'll make them hate us

The only thing worse than not knowing is you thinking that I don't know

Tell me you like boys like me better in the dark lying on top of you

Watch you work the room

This is a love song in my own way

I want to scream "I love you" from the top of my lungs, but I'm afraid someone else will hear me

And I want it so bad, I'd shoot the sunshine into my veins

Doing lines of dust and sweat off last night's stage, just to feel like you

You're a bottled star, the planets align, you're just like Mars, you shine in the sky

It's your club, so let me in, knowing how heartwarming it is inside your skin

You put my head in such a flurry, flurry, oh, freckle, freckle, what makes you so special?

This is the road to ruin, and we're starting at the end

I'm outside the door, invite me in, so we can go back and play pretend

Your hot whiskey eyes have fanned the flames

I miss missing you, now and then

The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger

I will sing to you every day if it will take away the pain

I don't know what you're doing to me, mon cheri

And in the end, I'd do it all again, I think you're my best friend

It's our time now if you want it to be, maul the world like a carnival bear set free

I said I'd never miss you, but I guess you never know, may the bridges I have burned light my way back home

I confessed, confessed to you riding shotgun, underneath the purple skies

I got too high again, realized I can't not be with you or be just your friend

Every line of Last of the Real Ones

I hate all my friends, I miss the days when I pretended with you

If you were church, I'd get on my knees

In the end, if I don't make it on the list, would you sneak me a wristband?

I got dreams of my own, but I want to make yours come true

You're the one habit I just can't kick

Stuck in the sunshine riptide

You were the sunshine of my lifetime

My mood board is just pictures of you

I closed my eyes inside of your darkness, and found your glow

#fall out boy #fob #peterick

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rekino2114 · 29 days ago

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Playing with a ouija board with mikako kurokawa

Halloween post #6

Pairing:mikako kurokawa x gn reader

Summary:When you invited your friend/crush to play with a ouija board for Halloween, you never imagined it would lead to you confessing to each other

A/n:This is a good time to mention that in most mikako posts I'll do, I'll use her killing game personality even in non killing game aus like this one, even it doesn't make much sense I'm just more familiar with that version of her.

You were always one for spooky things, and it was probably because of this that you felt a special attraction and connection to the ultimate exorcist herself. You loved everything about mikako: her quiet voice, the long pauses she took in between words and her seemingly dead eyes accentuated by her permanent eye bags, you were crushing hard

Despite your feelings for her, you still managed to become pretty good friends, mostly because you loved hearing her talk about the stories behind her exorcism, and she was happy to have found someone who she could tell those stories to

Since Halloween was coming up and both of you were pretty excited about it, you decided to invite her to hang out, and you thought it'd be fun and on theme to play with a ouija board, mikako was literally the best exorcist in the country so you didn't even have to worry about being possessed or other stuff when she was around

"Is everything ready?"

".......yes"

Mikako finished lighting the purple candles she put around and turned towards you, giving you some beads similar to hers

".......take these......I had kinji bless them.....they'll protect you"

"Oh thanks"

"I......also have holy water.....and the crucifix on my uniform......just in case"

"Wow, you're really prepared for this. Is all of this really necessary?"

"Probably not.......but I just want......to make sure....I don't want anyone to get possessed with me around......especially you"

You blushed a bit but quickly brushed it off as mikako turned off the lights and sat near you

"Let's.....start"

"Ok"

You held your hands together near the planchette (I'm pretty sure that's what it's called ) which caused both of you to go red even if thankfully neither of you noticed it, and asked if there were any spirits which caused the wood piece to move towards the yes

"Oh looks like there is one, great we can start"

You started by asking the spirit basic questions like what its name was and how it died, and after it specified that it didn't have evil intentions, you started asking more personal questions

"Oh! Let's ask about crushes"

"....w-what.....why?"

You were very surprised to see mikako stutter and blush but didn't think too much about it

"I dunno, people in movies do it all the time, come on it'll be fun"

".....o-ok"

"Great, let's start with you"

".........."

"Oh spirit in this room, does mikako kurokawa, the girl standing near me, have a crush on someone?"

After you asked the question, the planchette started moving towards the yes once again

You were kinda disappointed and sad that she loved someone, and that meant you probably didn't have a chance, but you always thought that she was out of your league, so you were ready to accept it. You managed to hide your true emotions to not ruin the mood

"Oooooooh now I see why you were blushing"

".......i-I......."

"Don't worry, I won't tell whoever it is.....buuuut I will find out

"W-wait"

"Oh spirit! Who is the person that Mikako has a crush on?"

You saw the planchette move

"OK let's see........w-wait"

It started to spell every letter in your name, and when it finished, you turned to see the exorcist blushing incredibly hard hiding her face with her hands

"M-mikako, is that true?"

"......yes....I...I have had feelings for you......for a long time"

"R-really?"

"Yes.....Your conversations are always.....nice and you look......like an angel"

You blushed a lot more but smiled as you continued to hear her confession

".....Yamato actually told me.....to confess to you today......I didn't expect it to be like this, though."

"To be honest.....I love you too"

".....r-really?"

"Yes, I mean, you're so pretty and nice to talk to, I had feelings for you for a long time too"

You saw mikako's look of surprise morph into a slight smile, which was the most happiness you had ever seen out of her

".....so....do you mind......starting to date?"

"I'd love that"

You got closer to your new girlfriend and kissed her lips. Both you and her felt amazing and truly peaceful in this moment. You pulled away for a second to see that her smile widened even more

"I don't know.....if it's too early.....to say this.....but......I love you"

"Don't worry, I love you too mikako"

"That's.......thanks...thanks so much"

You just smiled at her again admiring her beauty

"Oh, I need to thank the spirit. It's thanks to them that I got a girlfriend"

"....yeah....I guess so......I should thank them too.....since I got such an amazing partner"

#danganronpa another x reader #danganronpa another #x reader #dra #dra x reader #mikako kurokawa x reader #mikako kurokawa #gn reader

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6leggedhorse · 13 days ago

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Define Your Happy: Ritual #1 from Mandi Em’a Happy Witch

Ritual One: Define Your Happy Ritual

- Pen/Pencil or any writing utensil

-Journal or notebook of any kind

-Digital images that represent what your personal happy is

-optional: incense

1. So basically you get comfy, in which I did in my bed in my bed, which is easy because my mattress is super comfortable. You want to set the mood, music, a childhood favorite film, favorite PJs etc. light your incense if you have any on hand or diffuser or wax melts whatever you like. Crystals can be used too.

2. Answer the following:

“What does happiness mean to you? What’s the operational definition?

Up until now, have you believed it was attainable? Why or why not?

Think of a specific time when you were happy. What did that happiness look like? How did it feel?

What does the happiest version of you look like? How do they respond to triggers? How do they feel? What do they believe to be true?”

Excerpt From

Happy Witch

Mandi Em

https://books.apple.com/us/book/happy-witch/id1609259153

This material may be protected by copyright.

3. You will then create a vision board, 5-10 pictures work according to Mandi Em, but make this your own ritual, Loki would like that a lot. Pinterest works great and so does Canva, or if you’re more hands on, grab some magazines or images from google and create the board and take your time.

My Thoughts

I like this one, it was oddly therapeutic. I used Pinterest for the board and will be sharing mine and it was a lot of fun to create this one. It helped me focus and hone into what happiness looks like to me, after all, I struggled to experience happiness until I got with my partner and he saved me from a shit situation. I throughly enjoyed this and recommend it if you really need to feel out your happiness and what you would like in life. Now, I won’t share what I wrote down because that’s personal. But overall pretty good, fun and interesting. 10/10 and bonus points for therapeutic purposes. Collage is located under the GIFs.

Next up Bust Out Your Cage Ritual, tune into your blog this Wednesday for that!

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little-peril-stories · 10 months ago

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The Queen of Lies: The Stranger

Story Intro | Content Warnings | Mood Board | Vibey Song Lyrics | Ao3

Contents: lady whump (barely), being threatened with a knife

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Word count: 3800 || Approx reading time: 16 mins

The Stranger

Teaser: “I’m sorry!” he repeated, but he was still cackling, and when she returned to the bedroom, his entire body was splayed across the bed, chest heaving and eyes watering. “I wasn’t trying to.”

Bree was immediately suspicious when the first thing Will did upon laying eyes on her in the morning was quell a burst of laughter.

“What is it?” She sat up straight, letting the blanket fall away.

“I, uh…” He bit into his fist, obviously making a valiant effort not to howl at some mystery affair that he found endlessly entertaining. “I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry?” With a growing sense of trepidation, she watched his gaze travel over her again. “About what?”

He cleared his throat, eyes still alight. “Well…” Gently, he pressed two fingers to the side of her neck, which did little to illuminate the reason for his mirth. “Really? It doesn’t hurt?” Bree merely stared at him, and this appeared to be the moment that through let a new torrent of laughter. “Go look in a mirror,” he wheezed. “I’m sorry.” This, by far, was the most alarming thing he could have said, and she leapt up, running for the nearest looking glass.

She gasped when she saw the splotch that had appeared on her throat overnight—not the kind that Baden had left there so many times before with furious, choking fingers, but one of a different sort. “Will!”

“I’m sorry!” he repeated, but he was still cackling, and when she returned to the bedroom, his entire body was splayed across the bed, chest heaving and eyes watering. “I wasn’t trying to.”

Overcome with the admittedly pleasant memory of the activities which had resulted in the bruise on her throat, Bree began to laugh, too.

“Those things take forever to heal, too,” he said, wiping his eyes and drawing her back into the comfort of the bed. Soft cotton and warm, bare skin enveloped her once again.

“How would you know?”

He snorted, guiltless. “How do you think?” Grinning rather devilishly, he nipped at her neck, away from the incriminating bruise and gently enough to avoid coaxing out another.

She flicked him on the arm. “You’re a wicked boy.”

He batted his eyes. “Who? Me?” The façade of innocence vanished as he winked.

“Yes, you,” she said helplessly, but she couldn’t be angry. Not truly. Even if the evidence of what they had done the night before was splashed across her throat in brilliant purple glory.

Something, a dark voice reminded her, that went against a set of vows she had taken four years before.

The idea of being an adulterous wife, which it could not be denied that she now was, fell upon her as if from a great distance, a hazy sort of accusation that rippled around her like a cloud of dust. Drifting close, but not choking. It was true, and yet…

Bree wondered if it made her wicked—that she could not bring herself to feel a single speck of remorse, even as that low, accusing voice hurled at her a dozen horrid names and told her that retribution for her unfaithfulness would come soon enough.

“Hey. You okay?”

Will was talking to her, she realized. Saying something that had to be important, if he was the one checking her attention.

“Hmm?” She turned her look into his face—the dusting of freckles, the sleep lines creasing his cheek, the fading bruise at the corner of his mouth from the fight with those horrible boys a few nights before. “I’m sorry. I was…” She paused. “Daydreaming. What did you say?”

He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, trailing his hand to her shoulder and down her arm until it landed on the bandage. “The inn. I’m going to get our stuff.”

“What?” Illogical though it was, fear pounced almost instantly—that he would be hurt, that he would be caught, that he would never return. “By yourself?”

Biting his lip, clearly trying not to laugh, he confirmed, “Yeah.”

“But what if someone—”

“Bree,” he said, “I’ll go faster on my own. And it’s hardly anything, so it won’t be much to carry. Nothing’s going to happen.”

“Something did happen the other night.”

With a soft, barely suppressed sigh, he laced his fingers through hers. “I mean, yeah. But what are we supposed to do? Leave the money there?”

“No,” she said, wavering. “I suppose you’re right.”

Will waved his free hand in the air. “Did I hear that right? Did someone just say I was right about something? And could it have been the clever, smartass lady herself?”

“Oh, stop,” she said, laughing. “But, really—you’ll be careful?”

“What are you talking about? I’m known for being careful.” When she fixed him with a dubious stare, a smirk fought its way onto his face. “I’m always sensible. And cautious. And, uh, p…prudent, and…”

“You’re a terrible liar,” she said, and Will feigned an indignant scoff. “Promise me you’ll be careful. Please.”

Kissing her suddenly enough to steal the very air from her lungs, he asked, “How’s that for a promise?”

Giddy, Bree said, “I suppose it’ll do.”

***

After the relatively meagre breakfast they cobbled together with what little food they found—and after she’d bullied him into helping her tidy up from the meal—Will headed for the door, promising to return soon. Watching him put on his boots, Bree was struck with a new worry—and a new suspicion. Quickly, before he could disappear, she asked if he was planning any other secret missions, like his visit to the townhouse the day of the drop. A guilty smile crossed his face.

“Okay,” he said, rubbing sheepishly at the back of his neck, “you got me. I was gonna check the drop points.”

“You don’t have to keep things from me,” she told him, folding her arms.

“I know. You just worry a lot.”

Bree raised her eyebrows, letting a pointed stare slide over every mark still on his skin despite the weeks of freedom. “I’ve never seen you without some kind of injury. Shouldn’t I worry?”

He snorted, gave her a kiss and a promise to return in one piece, and went.

In his absence, peace settled over the townhouse save for the sound of the street outside, and even that was not so terribly loud. Bree watched a group of raggedy-looking children run past, throwing dead leaves at one another and chasing an alarmed-looking orange cat. It seemed terribly foreign, that near-palpable wild abandon, that fierce and feral energy with which they scampered through the streets. She’d never caused a ruckus with the boys and girls of her neighbourhood, for there were none to cause a ruckus with—at least, none whose parents would let them. They’d all been much the same as her: meek and pale and exceedingly well-behaved.

Well-behaved for a time, Bree thought with a smile, running her fingertips over the ink on her arm.

With the kitchen tidied and only the crackle of the fire to keep her company, Bree inspected the bookshelf. Its wooden slats sagged under the weight of more books than she would have ever expected to see in the headquarters of a ring of thieves, boasting titles and authors that astonished her: Dickens, Carroll, Browning, Chaucer, Blake, Wordsworth, Ovid, and even more.

Someone in Iustitia aecum, it seemed, was a kindred spirit.

One title winked up at her like the stars referenced on its first page, and it was with this book that she curled up by the fire, finding joy in her solitude for, perhaps, the first time in her life—because, for the first time in her life, she did not dread the return of the one who had left, but rather awaited it with warmth and welcome.

Sleep crept over her despite the daylight hour, settling upon the quiet townhouse in drapes and folds, luscious like the layers of a ballgown. Drifting to sleep in the soothing heat by the hearth, Bree wondered when she had last been so lazy—so delectably, wonderfully peaceful—as to rest like this while the sun still hung in the sky.

How long it was before she awoke, and what it was that roused her, Bree could not tell. But something bristled through her when she woke; a needling sense, a trickle of icy water down her back, called to her that something wasn’t right, and it needed her attention now.

But when she lifted her head, wincing as her neck groaned in pain from the strange angle at which it had fallen while she slept, she found nothing amiss.

Swallowing, Bree rose. Was it wise to call out? If it was Will, there should be no danger—right? But why would Will be sneaking around?

And if it wasn’t Will…

“Hello?” she called, tiptoeing across the room. It was silly, how tremulously her voice pierced the air. What reason was there to be frightened? None. She had probably just heard a bump or a cry from outside and jolted awake.

Of course, no one answered, and Bree breathed out in relief. She was being foolish; there was no one there. Embarrassed but at ease, Bree turned back toward the hearth, where the fire was almost out.

A hand latched onto her arm and yanked.

Bree cried out as her feet were nearly swept out from beneath her; someone was hurling her backwards. Forceful. Furious. Silent.

“H—”

A hand slammed hard over her mouth as the back of her skull cracked against the wall. Bree gasped, squirming against the hold of her attacker, whimpering and trying to gather the wherewithal to call for help.

“Who the hell are you?” a voice hissed. A woman’s voice. She was glaring right into Bree’s face, eyes glittering with suspicion. “And what the ever-loving fuck are you doing in my house?”

My house…

Bree tried to scream and shove the stranger off her, but the woman pressed a knife against her throat, point first, digging in until it hurt. “Hey. Listen the fuck up. We’re going to have a conversation, and if you scream, you’ll be sorry. Understand?”

Her house?

Bree nodded, her heart close to leaping right out of her chest when the knife remained precisely where it was.

“Yes,” she gasped when the woman’s hand lifted slightly. When Spider’s hand lifted slightly. For that was who she was, wasn’t it? If this was her house? “I—I understand.”

The hand fell away entirely, and Bree took a breath unencumbered. The girl still did not pull the knife away.

“Let’s hear it, then.” Despite the menacing glare and the very sharp blade, Bree could not help but notice that Spider was undeniably beautiful. Tight curls the deep hue of a starless night framed her face, and keen brown eyes gazed out from a visage so finely boned and free of imperfections, Bree almost wanted to weep. But there was nothing fine or gentle in her voice. “Who are you?”

“Please put the knife away,” Bree whispered, a response she knew was stupid, but the prickle of the knife-edge against her throat was one of the only things she could concentrate on.

Heaving a sigh, Spider removed the blade. Still, she didn’t move, keeping Bree pinned against the wall, her eyes as sharp and wary as ever. “Spill.”

“I’m—”

The last of the logs in the fireplace collapsed into ashes, startling them both. Spider whipped around, relaxing only when she realized it was the dying fire making noise. However, when she turned back to Bree, there was a touch of amusement to her features that had not been there before—and of confusion.

“You broke into my house just to read Romeo and Juliet?”

Bree wasn’t certain which question to answer first, so she merely stared.

Spider sighed again, and to Bree’s astonishment, she let go entirely. “Okay. Hurry up and, for the last time, tell me who you are and why you’re in here.”

“I’m Bree.” It came out as a squeak, and it seemed once again like the most foolish and unhelpful thing she could have said, but anything was surely better than nothing.

Spider sighed. “Okay? Bree who? Why—” She stopped suddenly, then repeated, “Bree.” Her eyes grew wide. “What’s that short for, huh?”

In a whisper, Bree told her, and the girl went still.

“Breanna.” Outside, the sun went behind a cloud, and the glint of her knife faded as the sky darkened. “I know who the fuck you are. I’ve seen the posters. What the hell are you doing here?” Her face had gone terribly pale, and though it was quiet, almost impossible to hear, Bree could have sworn she heard her mutter, “He fucking wouldn’t.”

“Will brought me,” Bree said quickly, and Spider came back to life. Bree side-stepped away as the girl moved toward her again.

“How the hell do you know his name?”

“He told me!” Bree wanted to look Spider in her eyes, to seek some smidgeon of understanding there, but it was hard to take her attention off the knife.

“You? He told you, Mrs. Breanna Hatchett?”

Unable to help herself, Bree flinched.

Instead of a further barrage of questions, however, her flinch was met with silence.

Bree dared to take her eyes off Spider’s knife, and when she did, she found a piercing gaze on her, too. It was still suspicious, yes, but curious now—heavier, laden with something that seemed dangerously like pity.

“He didn’t fucking kidnap you,” Spider said. Bree shook her head. “So how’d you end up here, then?”

With a shuddering breath, Bree confessed, “I ran away.”

Spider’s gaze roamed around the room, lingering on the abandoned copy of Romeo and Juliet, the wool blanket Bree had fallen asleep under, the now-dead fire, and then Bree once again. When they landed on the much-too-conspicuous bruise, she groaned.

“Well,” she said, sighing heavily as she tucked away her knife, “there’s a story here, isn’t there? How’d you two get…” She made a face. “... all tangled up together?”

At the utterly absurd—and inadequate—characterization of what existed between her and Will, Bree laughed, and to her surprise, Spider joined in, albeit hesitantly and somewhat darkly.

“Let’s start again,” said Spider. “You tell me the whole story, and I’ll leave the knife where it is. Okay?”

“Okay,” Bree agreed, accepting Spider’s offered hand. “Are you going to tell me your name?”

“If you don’t already know it? Not until I’ve heard all about whatever the fuck adventure you two have apparently been on for the last few weeks.”

Chewing on her tongue, wondering if she would regret her next words, Bree asked, “Are you J, C, or G?”

Spider slapped her palm to her forehead. “I’m going to kill that little bastard. What else did he blab about?” She shook her head, then looked around. “And where is he? We all thought he had to be dead, till we saw the posters.”

“He’s coming back,” Bree said. “He went—out.” She glanced at the chairs by the fire. “Should we sit?”

“No,” Spider said stiffly. “I need tea for this. We’re going to the kitchen.”

There did not seem to be much choice in the matter, and so with her heart still pounding wildly, Bree followed.

True to her word, Spider left her knife alone while Bree recounted, in as much detail as she thought necessary, the story of how she and Will had crossed paths and ended up in the Iustitia aecum townhouse. Spider was a good listener, keen and attentive, but once Bree got to the night they made it out of Baden’s prison, she interrupted.

“Let me get this straight.” With hands wrapped around a cracked cup, seeming not to mind the intense heat that had to be seeping into her fingers, Spider fixed Bree with a doubtful stare. “It was you? You were the one who got him out?”

Unsure if she should feel smug or offended at Spider’s look of disbelief, Bree nodded.

“You’re mad,” Spider said bluntly. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are that even worked? What a perfectly outrageous miracle that is?”

“I know,” said Bree quietly, thinking of Mrs. Bristow and how fortuitous her appearance had been. “But…I couldn’t stay. And I couldn’t leave him.”

For a long while, Spider was silent. Her eyes remained fixed upon the scratched tabletop, fingers changing colour from how tightly she gripped her cup of tea. From somewhere Bree couldn’t see—Spider’s pocket, she guessed—there came the faint ticking of a watch, and she let herself fall into the rhythm it played out by the second.

“Thank you.” Spider’s words were sudden, her voice soft—the gentlest it had been since she’d accosted Bree by the fire. “For helping him.” A shine seemed to glitter in her deep brown gaze, but when she blinked, it was gone. “It was mad, yes. But that was awfully brave of you.”

As Bree opened her mouth to reply, the front door opened and a voice, excited and breathless, split the air.

“Bree! You won’t believe it! Your message, it was gone! One of them must have—”

As Will barrelled into the kitchen, bringing with him muddy footprints and crisp autumn air, he froze.

“Holy shit,” he gasped.

“You little shit,” Spider said at the same time, leaping to her feet. “We thought you were dead.”

Bree clapped a hand to her mouth as Spider flew across the room and flung her arms around Will, nearly knocking him over as his slippery boots slid along the floor.

“Fuck! You gone crazy?” he yelped, but he was laughing, and he embraced her back.

“God, you’re so lucky I decided to hug you,” Spider said, her voice thick, “because it was a toss-up between that and slapping you silly.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know!” Spider said. She still had not let go. “Where have you been? We’ve been so worried.”

“In jail?”

“After that, you idiot! You know what I mean.”

Will laughed—quietly, uncertainly, almost sadly. “Colette, how the fuck was I supposed to find you?”

At this, the girl whose name he had accidentally revealed pulled away. “Way to go, dumbass.” Quick as lightning, she wiped her eyes. “Guess that secret’s out, then.”

“Oops,” he said, going red. “Sorry.”

Glancing back at Bree, Colette shook her head, smiling now, and said, “Well, whatever. You’re alive. You’re all right. You’re here. That’s what matters.”

“How the hell’d you end up here, anyway?” Will asked. “Where are the others? Are they okay? Are they still—”

“They’re fine,” said Colette gently. “I told them—well, Ja—Wolf—to stay the fuck away until I found out more about the note. I mean…it was your writing, but…”

Bree watched the conversation unfold, as Colette hinted at the suspicions they’d harboured that perhaps Will had been rearrested and coerced by the police into leaving notes for them in some form of a trap; as she berated him for tracking mud through the house; as he scoffed and rolled his eyes but obediently removed his boots, flinging them back toward the door; and as he stood beside Bree and demanded accusingly to know if Colette had behaved herself and kept her knife under control.

“Define behaving,” Colette said slyly, and Will’s eyes narrowed. He held tightly to Bree’s hand.

“Did she try to stab you or anything?” he asked suspiciously.

“Only a little,” said Bree and Colette together.

Will glared at his friend. “What the fuck?”

“What was I supposed to do? I came here to drop off the rent payment and look for you, and I found some random-ass woman instead.”

“She’s not some random-ass woman,” Will said tartly.

Colette sighed. “Okay, I’m sorry, but I didn’t know that then, so I’ll ask again—what should I have done?”

“Really,” Bree said to Will quietly, “it’s fine.”

His fingers clasped a little tighter, and he looked down at her injured arm. “You don’t need any more fucking cuts or bruises.”

“Well, no, but she’s right… I was alone in your house.”

Colette seemed quite ready to defend herself further, apparently wholly unintimidated by Will’s annoyance, but as she was about to speak, an unexpected noise from the front door had all three of them alert and listening.

“Oh, those fools,” Colette whispered as footsteps drew near, seeming to know even before the intruders came into view who approached. “Why would they ever listen to me? I’m only the most sensible person here. But never mind that.”

When Bree looked up at Will’s face, she was astonished by the emotions she saw there—not fear as she anticipated, but something else entirely. Something expectant, almost nervous.

Even…excited.

Two more figures appeared in the kitchen: the tallest man Bree had ever seen and another whose face made her gasp.

Whose face was staggeringly similar to the one she had been gazing into since she ran away.

“Holy fuck,” Will breathed.

The man who had to be related to him by blood, and closely related at that, said, “Oh my god.”

Will’s hand went slack in hers, and Bree let go, freeing him to meet the man who could only be his brother—to be enveloped in such a fierce hug, it brought tears to her eyes.

“You’re alive,” the man choked, and Bree saw that he was weeping. “You’re alive.”

“Get off me, you asshole,” Will said, but he wasn’t letting go, either.

Colette turned her face away from the brothers. In a motion that was surely meant to be surreptitious, she brushed at her eyes, but Bree could not help but notice the glimmer of tears she was trying to banish. She caught Bree staring, however, and for a moment it seemed she might be annoyed to have been detected in her moment of vulnerability.

Then she smiled.

“I was so scared,” Will’s brother gasped. “I thought I’d lost you. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Family, Bree thought, watching the tall man approach and clap a hand on Will’s shoulder. That’s what this was. Even if only Will and the man who seemed he might never let go were the only ones with shared lineage, even if it seemed impossible that Colette and the tall man could be related to the brothers at all, Bree knew she was looking not just at the inner circle of Iustitia aecum, but at a family—brethren who loved and cared for one another with no concern for the blood that flowed in their veins.

And perhaps, Bree thought, as Colette turned her beaming face back to the brothers and as Will pulled away from his brother and glanced back at her with such exhilaration on his face that it made her heart swell and glow…

Perhaps there was room in this family for one more.

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