#because i just told my boss to take me off a work assignment because i know i'm not capable of doing it

[caffeinewitchcraft]

AITA for telling my boyfriend’s coworkers that he’s lying about his body count?

I (35f) have been dating my boyfriend (32m) for four years. It’s honestly been the best relationship until last Friday when it all went down. I feel like I’m in the right, but now I’m wondering if I overstepped.

For context, my boyfriend has been a professional Slasher for about eight months now. He’s always really admired Cryptids, Monsters, and Nightmares so when his application was finally accepted, he was over the moon even if he was starting in a lower position than he initially applied for.

At his company, being a Slasher requires a lot of travel which we knew when he accepted the position. The end goal is for him to get a promotion to at least regional Nightmare (he wants Cryptid, but that position doesn’t have a lot of turnover) but to get that he needs to be in role for at least 12 months OR meet his goals for three months in a row. Once he promotes, we plan to relocate to his new region and “start talking about our future.”

(Side note: no this isn’t about him not popping the question yet. We are both in agreement that marriage comes after financial stability. I run a small business doing scare consults and, while it’s been growing, I wouldn’t call it stable yet. So neither of us are ready.)

I told him it’s completely normal for it to take a whole year before he’s ready to promote and he really should focus on adjusting to the company before thinking about next steps. I used to work for a competitor (I’ve been retired for five years now) and I know it can be hard to go from only taking the occasional human life to having to take over half a dozen a week. It’s not a light workload, no matter how easy it looks in the movies. One of my best friends Slashes part-time and she still only averages about five lives a week despite having done it for years. Especially these days, it can be really hard to meet quota. Humans are getting smarter, no matter what the Council wants us to think.

Anyway, boyfriend didn’t do as well as he thought he would in his first couple months. Totally understandable, of course, which I told him. I suggested he ask his boss if he could be put on a couple team assignments or even a duo until he got the hang of it. That was our first real fight. He thought I was doubting his ability to kill. He brought up how I told him it would take over a year to promote and how I said that this job wasn’t for everyone (His first assignment ended with a 0% kill rate, but that’s a different story). He said it felt like I didn’t believe in him and he said that if that was the case then maybe we shouldn’t be thinking about marriage so soon.

It got pretty messy after that. I felt like he was forgetting that I’d worked in the same field and, arguably, had a lot more experience (not to brag, but I averaged a 98% kill rate). Also, four years is NOT too soon to talk about marriage. He said I didn’t understand how he needed to focus on his career right now. I told him I thought he was taking Slasher too lightly just because it wasn’t Cryptid. He accused me of not respecting him and then things spiraled from there.

We both said a lot of things we didn’t mean and I’m embarrassed that it turned into a bit of a fang measuring contest. I ended up sleeping under the bed for a few nights until he coaxed me out to apologize.

It was a rough patch, but we talked it out. We agreed that, going forward, I wouldn’t offer advice unless he asked and he would try not to take so much of his frustration home with him. He took a weekend off and we went on a recreational haunting trip in the Montana woods.

Things did get better after that. I tried not to give him consults every time he came back from a work trip. He started bringing me souvenirs like roses and cursed puzzle boxes his work said he could have. It became easier just to hang out with each other and it felt like we were back to normal.

But then, four months ago, he came home super pissed because his boss put him on a PIP. (A performance improvement plan.) Apparently, boyfriend had not been doing better at work, he had just stopped telling me when he had a bad assignment. I saw the paperwork he got (he left it in the dungeon under the house, I didn’t go through his stuff) and he’s been missing quota by a LOT. As a junior Slasher, he was supposed to be executing at least 6 people a week, but he’d been lucky to be maiming half that.

Obviously, I had to talk to him about that. We rent our house and, even though I could have afforded the rent on my own, I didn’t want to jeopardize the investments I was making in my business (I was in the process of hiring an assistant to handle my scheduling). Plus, we agreed from day one that we would be 50/50 on rent and I would take care of the rest of the bills because I earned more. I felt that if his financial situation was in jeopardy, he needed to talk to me about it.

I tried to approach him a bit differently than last time. I asked him if there was anything I could do to help. I told him about my slasher friend and how maybe she could give him advice if he didn’t want any from me. But he said he needed to figure stuff out on his own and that if he couldn’t get himself off the PIP then he would go back to work for his dad’s janitorial company.

I let it go. I was worried but I didn’t want to fight again just after patching the holes from the last blow out. It really bugged me that he thought I didn’t believe in him so I committed to giving him the benefit of the doubt. I said okay and asked him if he needed me to meal prep for both of us that week. He offered me grocery money, but I said it was fine since I’d had to deal with a lot of humans breaking in lately and I still had some leftover in the dungeon.

Fast forward a month. Boyfriend got off the PIP super fast. He worked his way off of it over Spring Break and started taking on a lot of extra assignments. In just four weeks he went to Miami Beach twice, New York City twice, and to three separate summer camps. I missed him and it was hard not having him around but I remembered how he said he needed to focus on his career and I tried not to nag.

It was hard not to nag though. With him gone, all the housework fell on me. We rent a 19th century manor, and its upkeep really does need two people. Doing all the chores plus running my business started to really drain me. Even when he was home, he forgot to banish the ghosts (my chore is to kill all invading humans, and his chore is to banish their ghosts) and he never took out the trash. I think he cleaned blood off the dungeon walls once, but then I had to basically redo it because he missed a lot of spots.

But still, I didn’t say anything because he was doing really well at work and I didn’t want to ruin that for him. Even when Humans started breaking in every week, I didn’t complain even though it interrupted my work day.

Last month though, I did ask him if we could move somewhere that needed less maintenance. There were just way too many Humans breaking in and I didn’t have the time to deal with them anymore. Even if I don’t do all the theatrics I used to as a Cryptid, killing humans through fear still takes a lot of time. He asked me if I didn’t appreciate the free meat, and I said I would appreciate it more if I wasn’t the only butchering it.

He said he didn’t want to move because he was really close to getting promoted to regional Nightmare and he didn’t want to take time off work to move. I was so surprised that I couldn’t hide how surprised I was. He saw and got offended. He asked if I still didn’t believe in him. I said that I did, but it was a huge jump to go from an 8% kill rate to getting promoted.

He got even more mad at me for bringing up his stats and he said that he had nearly 80% kill rate since being put on the PIP. I asked how many humans a week he was slashing and he told me I was being too nosy and that was proof that I didn’t believe in him.

I asked him if we could at least hire a ghoul then to keep the humans out of my office and he said he didn’t want to waste the money that we should be saving for our new house. I asked him what he wanted me to do then? I had to take phone calls for my consulting business and it was really hard to stalk humans all around the house while trying to sound like a professional to my clients.

He asked me to be patient for one more month. He said if he met quota for one more month, his boss said he’d get promoted. So I said fine and let it go.

Fast forward to now, almost a full month later.

Last Friday, I attended the Eldritch Conference. For those not in the scare field, the Eldritch Conference is the most prestigious event in our industry. It’s invitation only and is a chance to network with all the big players in the field. Mothman, the Jersey Devil, Bloody Mary and Bigfoot all spoke this year and both my former company, Grudge Industries, and my boyfriend’s current company, Forgotten Summer Solutions, were invited.

I was surprised to get an invite as a solo contributor to the field. However, my consulting firm has really been doing well and I did land a seasonal contract with the Yeti Co-op which I guess is how they heard about me. Plus, I’ve been a speaker before so I think the organizers knew I would behave myself.

I was planning on telling my boyfriend that I was going, but he was out of town on a co-ed sleepover assignment. He usually doesn’t have his phone on during his assignments, so I didn’t bother calling him. I just figured it’d be nice if we ran into each other at the conference if he made it back in time.

Which brings me to what actually happened (apologies for the long post).

So everything went great for my part of the day. I got to network with a lot of individual businesses and even got to reconnect with Blood Mary who I knew back in my Cryptid days. I told her I was dating a Slasher from Forgotten Summer Solutions and invited her to come with me to check out their booth. I thought it would be fun to grab dinner with her after since I assumed if my boyfriend was there, he’d be going out with coworkers which he often does. Plus, I admit, I was showing off a little. I don’t often get the chance to brag about my Cryptid days.

She agreed and we went over to see if my boyfriend was there.

I introduced myself to the people manning the booth. My boyfriend wasn’t there, but a few Slashers recognized my name and greeted me. They were definitely in awe of Bloody Mary (she came in full uniform) and invited us to look at their displays. They had portfolios for each Slasher on the desk as a sort of preview of what their services looked like.

While Bloody Mary looked through the portfolios, I chatted with my boyfriend’s coworkers. They said they were thrilled to work with him and that, even though he had a really rough start, it was impressive how quickly he started meeting his goals. Something about how they talked about his work kind of didn’t make sense. They were talking like he was killing a dozen humans a week, but he’d told me that he was at 80% on his assignments which typically only offer about ten humans each.

I asked them about it and they said that he’d been Slashing during After Hours which is a new goal supplement program his company launched a few months ago. Basically, anyone can sign up for After Hours and the company counts human kills done in uniform as part of their quota. I asked them if this was available to them while they were on assignment and they said no, it had to be done when they had down time. I asked them how my boyfriend was part of that when he was traveling all the time and they looked confused. One of them said that my boyfriend is still getting one assignment per week and is then supplementing his kill rate with After Hours.

At that point, I was even more confused. It sounded like my boyfriend had been lying to me then, because he told me that he was getting at least two assignments a week. If he was only getting one, then where was he going when he said he was traveling?

Bloody Mary interrupted before I could say anything and asked how their Slashers did their kills. They said that every Slasher at their company is required to use a standard issue weapon (like a machete or axe) for their kills to count. They said their company doesn’t count accidents as part of their quota (like falling or heart attacks).

Bloody Mary pulled me aside and showed me the portfolio she was holding. She said that she was going to give me a chance to explain without them overhearing and showed me the book. She said that a bunch of kills in it looked Cryptid kills. And she said, specifically, it looked like the kills I made when I was a Cryptid. I took the book from her and flipped through it and she was right, they really did look like Cryptid kills. Worse, I recognized a few of the Humans from the past few weeks. They were actually my kills!

Kill stealing is a major taboo in our industry.

I told her I didn’t know anything about this. She looked really relieved at that and said that even though I wasn’t a Cryptid anymore, it would look really bad for me if I was caught helping a Slasher cheat at their job. It could affect my business which she’d only heard good things about.

I’m embarrassed to say that I tried to defend him. He’s new to our industry so I thought it might be a mistake. He might not be trying to cheat, this could be a misunderstanding.

She said she didn’t think so because a mistake would be one or two of my kills mixed in with his, not the entire book.

I counted up how many photos were in the book and, all told, of the 146 kills, at least 100 were mine. I couldn’t really say it was a mistake at that point and I was just staring at his portfolio like an idiot. Bloody Mary asked me what I was going to do because, mistake or not, this looked really bad and could damage my reputation if it got out.

At that moment, another man walked up to booth and asked us if there was a problem. I knew that if I said anything, I would be jeopardizing my boyfriend’s job, but if I didn’t say something, I was jeopardizing my business.

I told my boyfriend’s coworkers that he was lying about his body count. I said I didn’t think that they knew he was doing it, but over half of the kills in his portfolio weren’t his and I suggested they remove it from their display before another Cryptid came by and realized it.

The other man thanked me for bringing this to his attention and asked how we knew. Bloody Mary said that she knew another Cryptid’s kills and I had to tell them that I was that Cryptid, though I was retired now. He asked me if I knew my boyfriend was doing this, and I told him no.

I told him I really didn’t want to get my boyfriend in trouble and suggested that maybe he didn’t know those kills didn’t belong to him because they happened in our house. I was grasping at straws and Blood Mary even looked sad for me. His coworkers looked skeptical but tentatively agreed. The man – who turned out to my boyfriend’s boss – said that they would investigate this thoroughly and apologized personally for his employee’s misconduct.

I was spiraling at that point so I thanked him and said I wasn’t mad, I was just looking out for both of our reputations. He promised to keep it between us and I agreed.

Then I apologized to Bloody Mary because I didn’t feel like eating dinner anymore. She said she understood and wished me well.

I went home and did a quick perimeter search of the property. Sure enough, there were human summoning stones ALL OVER the yard. Which means my boyfriend was intentionally luring humans to our house to get me to kill them so he could take credit. It wasn’t a mistake at all.

My boyfriend came home later that night in his work clothes. As soon he got inside he started yelling. He said he was suspended without pay and that all his hard work was for nothing.

I said I knew he’d been stealing my kills and he almost ruined my reputation. He said they still counted as his kills because he did all the work of luring the humans to our house.

I told him that wasn’t how it worked and he knew it. He said it was the same as setting a trap and I was taking this too seriously. I told him that, as a Slasher, he has to use a weapon to get his kills, not me. He said I was basically the same thing since I had such a high kill rate. I asked him if he was calling me an object.

(My parents exploited me by selling me as a haunted doll through a lot of my childhood and he knows I’m sensitive to being called an object.)

He backpedaled at that point and asked if I didn’t want to buy a house together. He said he was doing it for us and I should’ve understood and not said anything. I told him that when I was a Cryptid I had my pride and would’ve never done this.

He said I needed to tell his boss that he was the one who made all those kills. I said it wasn’t me who recognized them as Cryptid kills and now his boss knew too. He accused me of thinking I’m better than him because I have telekinetic powers and can move through shadows and can possess people, while he’s basically a human himself. I told him of course not and that I worked hard for those powers unlike him.

He got really mad at that and actually charged at me with his machete raised. I don’t think he was going to actually hit me, but I reacted like he was. It was all instinct. I disarmed him and I swear I heard a crack when I grabbed his wrist. I shoved him into the wall.

 He crumpled to the floor and started crying. He said sorry and sort of curled up around his wrist. He said he didn’t ever feel like he was enough for me and he didn’t even know why I was still with him. He called himself a bunch of names and said I would be better off without him.

I sort of awkwardly stood there for a minute. On one hand I wanted to assure him that he was enough and that I loved him, but, on the other, I wasn’t sure I could forgive him. He nearly ruined my reputation, and he embarrassed me in front of Bloody Mary. Plus, I still didn't know where he’d been going all those times he said he was on a business trip and apparently wasn’t.

So I ended up not saying anything. I went to our room and started packing a bag. He followed me. He was still crying as he begged me not to go. He said he would own up to his kill steals at work and he would make it right. He pleaded for me not to leave him and that he would give up slashing.

I told him I needed space to think. He tried to grab me, but I shadow walked out of the house. I heard him screaming from outside and I hurriedly drove away.

Now I’m at my friend’s house and I told her everything. She agreed I did the right thing walking away from him, but when I asked her what I should do she hesitated. She said that my boyfriend wasn’t right to kill steal but, as a fellow Slasher, she understood what he was going through. She said I wouldn’t understand the pressure to meet quota because I was always surpassing mine when I was in the field. She said that a Cryptid could never understand a Slasher.

She also said that nobody would have found out about his kills if I hadn’t brought them to his boss’ attention. She said the only time kills are on display like that is at the Eldritch Conference and by the next one, he’d have had kills of his own. She thinks that if I’d just confronted him at home, he wouldn’t be on suspension.

So now I’m worried that I overreacted when I told my boyfriend’s coworkers that he was lying about his body count.

AITA?

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conditioned - seungcheol x reader

↠  seungcheol x reader

↠  summary : you were too naive, too sweet, and seungcheol had to be the one that gets to wreck and destroy you… and also make sure you were conditioned enough to never dare to leave him.

↠  word count: 6.5K words

↠  warnings: swearing, tension, dom!seungcheol, mafia boss!seungcheol, mentions of drinking, noncon/dubcon, reader is scared of cheol, slight degradation, oral (male receiving), choking, crying, mentions of drugging, use of pet names

part one part two part three part four part five

"So… how did you get home last night then?" Your friend Umji asked, as you took another bite of your strawberry cake.

You both decided to meet during your lunch break at the cafe you worked at, Umji now extremely curious as to how you managed to get home after you told her about the mysterious man you couldn't remember the name of from last night.

"To be honest... I-I don't know. It's genuinely scaring me to think about just how drunk I must've been last night—"

"Yeah but to that extent? Honestly Y/N I don't want to worry you any further but are you 100% sure he didn't spike your drink or something? It's kinda insane to think you literally can't even remember a single point on from when he started talking to you, and can you really not remember his name?" Umji asked worriedly, as you frowned.

"No.... I really am trying to but I can't. I remember his face though, like I could recognise him.... and no I really don't think he would've because I never once looked away to what I remember," you say, biting your bottom lip as Umji sighed.

"Yeah but it could've happened when you were already drunk. I remember when you walked away from us to go to the bar... you were pretty drunk already. Fuck I’m sorry Y/N. I should've never let you go off like that we all drank so much it was really—"

"No no don't blame yourself you did try to stop me so many times but I just walked away once I saw Eunha dragging you to get more drinks from the other guys, that's on me."

"But still, I should've come with you. Now are you sure nothing was stolen from your apartment? Or did anything look even the slightest out of place or suspicious?" She asked again, as you glanced down at the time on your phone to see you only had a couple more minutes left of your break.

"Yeah I did, I spent almost an hour looking around like an insane person, but nothing. I-I guess I must've told him my apartment name and code... I even asked the front desk if anyone told him my code and they said that's usually the time the desk is left unattended... but I know it was definitely him because everything is so blurry after that conversation I had with him about the... the expresso martini," you say, shifting in your seat as Umji looked at you in worry.

"I know you have to go soon, I should head back too I have some assignments to finish but.... please promise me you'll call if you need anything? And if you ever feel unsafe you know I'd be the happiest to have you over for as long as you'd like," Umji said, as you both stood up before you were hugging her tightly.

"I know I love you, and thank you," you whisper, as she pulled away to pat your head.

"I love you more. Call me tonight."

You watched as she walked away, a bitter smile on your face as you walked back to the cashier area.

you missed her already, she was one of the only people that made you feel loved here.

"She's really pretty.... is she looking for a man by any chance?" Yugyeom wiggled his eyebrows your way, as your other co worker Jaebum snickered.

"You're not a man, you're literally the biggest fucking baby here, Y/N?" Jaebum asked you directly, as you smiled instantly.

"He's not really wrong there Gyeom," you say with a laugh, as he rolled his eyes at you before walking towards the back door.

"Well I'll leave you both out here to deal with the annoying customers then, I’m taking my break!" Yugyeom announced before practically running away.

"He couldn't bring himself to admit it so he ran, pussy," Jaebum mumbled, making the both of you laugh together as you helped him clean the coffee machine.

"Ah can you take the next customer, I think someone is waiting there, I'm just gonna get the coffee powder from the back," Jaebum said, pointing to a man standing in front of the cashier, his back facing you.

"Yeah of course," you say before skipping over to the machine.

"Hi what can I— Joshua??" You gasp softly, eyes lighting up as he smiled at you warmly.

"Hey Y/N,  you finish in an hour right?"

"Yeah, why?" You asked, as he simply smiled before looking up at the menu above you.

"It's freezing outside, I'll get a warm coffee, when you bring it out we'll talk," he said as you slowly nodded.

This was the first time he ordered something aside from an iced americano, like he mentioned it was way too cold for something iced.

After he paid you watched him walk back to his usual spot at the booth, before you were turning around to serve the next customer.

"Let me guess he wants it from you again?" Jaebum sighed, rolling his eyes as you watched him make the drink.

"I-I don't know... it is kinda weird but he's not really harming anyone I guess," you shrug your shoulders, as Jaebum scoffs before handing you the tray with Joshua's order.

"Oh he harms people alright. Look I’m not really interested in keeping you in the dark like the others do, he's filthy rich and a complete psychopath okay? Hell, they even have the police on their side that's how insane and corrupt these people are, and if you think he's bad enough... oh you haven't even heard the beginning of their leader—"

"Jaebum don't you think those cups need stocking up?" Soyeon spat, before tapping your shoulder as you turned to look at her still dazed.

"Mr Hong asked for this, right? Why don't you go deliver it and I'll keep watch at the counter," she said, before pointing towards Joshua as you slightly nod.

You sigh out a shaky breath as you walk towards him, Jaebum's sudden outburst leaving you in more confusion than clearness.

"Hey," You quietly mumble once you get to his table, placing the tray down in front of him softly as he looked up at you from his phone screen.

"Hi, come sit, I have something to tell you."

You hesitantly sit down, already knowing everyone was looking at you even without you having to turn to look at them.

like usual.

"Yeah what is it?" You ask curiously, as you watch him take a sip of his coffee before smiling softly.

"I know it hasn't been that long since we met but, actually I’m having a small get together at my house soon and I wanted to invite you," Joshua asked, as you pondered the thought.

The better part of you wanted to say no. Finding it weird he was inviting you to his house after your only conversations have been over coffee during your shifts... you didn't even have his number.

You were probably taking too long to answer, and looking at him weirdly enough for Joshua to clear his throat before smiling at you again.

"Do you have something on? Can't make it?"

"N-No no it's not that I just...." You trailed off, mentally slapping yourself for sounding like an idiot as you tried to quickly come up with something to say.

"I know you're probably wary and that's understandable, but there will be quite a lot of people.... it's actually one of my close friends' birthday so I’m hosting for it, you can bring a friend too if you'd like."

He was convincing you, it didn't seem like such a horrible idea anymore and you thought it would be nice to meet new people and have fun. Hopefully Joshua and you would get closer.

you were too foolish, but for his own good.

"Yeah okay, when is it?" You say as Joshua smiles to himself, patting himself on the back mentally for getting through you.

"This Saturday. Party starts 7pm but you can come whenever, here let me give you my number," he said, before signalling for your phone.

You took it out of your pocket, going into your calls app before slowly handing him your phone.

Jaebum was usually someone who was off his hinges at times, you would have to force out what he was trying to tell you later, but for now you knew you could trust Joshua.

"Alright perfect, I'll text you if anything changes. Now you finish in an hour correct?" Joshua asked.

"Yeah...why?" You question as he handed you your phone back.

"Thought you'd wanna go out for dinner someplace, my treat of course."

"No I couldn't do—"

"Darling I wouldn't be asking if I couldn't, please, it would be my pleasure... we're always only ever meeting when you're on shift, so, let me take you out," he smiled, eyes twinkling as your mouth slightly hung open.

You could never tell if he was just the overly friendly flirt type, or if he genuinely was hitting on you.

but you were somewhat friends you realised, so you saw no harm in it.

"O-Okay... yeah," you mumble out with a nod, as he sighed happily across the table.

"Alright perfect, I'll see you in an hour Y/N."

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The rest of your shift you were completely out of it, thinking about how tonight would go with Joshua.

You couldn't really tell why you felt so nervous and on edge, you had been out with guy friends alone before, but none of them had made you feel this nervous, hell, even your ex didn't when you guys first started dating.

But you also felt a sense of happiness, because Joshua had slowly found his way into your heart.

You couldn't tell if you had developed a tiny crush on him or not, anyways he was beyond your league, but he made you feel like you could tell him anything and he would listen without leaving any room for judgment.

despite everything your co workers had been leading on.

maybe he'll be a good friend, you thought.

"Hey Y/N do you want a ride? Jaebum and I might be stopping for ice cream," Yugyeom asked you as you were getting ready to leave.

"That's okay guys one of my friends is picking me up, have fun!" You quickly say before dashing out of the door, knowing if you stayed any longer questions would follow.

You instantly spot Joshua's Porsche parked right out in front, as you awkwardly knocked on the window before you heard the sound of the door unlocking.

"Hey," Joshua greeted you as soon as you sat inside before closing the door.

"Hi, sorry if I made you wait we—"

"You don't need to be sorry, now put your seatbelt on," he cut you off before he was driving down the street.

"Okay.... so where are we going?" You asked curiously as you looked out the window.

"I remember you mentioned one of your favourite cuisines was Italian the other day, so I'm taking you to my favourite Italian place, you'll love it I promise," he answers, as you slowly nod.

"Can I ask you a question..?" You spoke after a few minutes of silence, before he was humming softly.

"H-How did you know my name...the first time we met... I remember I never told you, but you somehow knew," you asked him, furrowing your eyebrows slightly as he glanced your way before his eyes were back on the road ahead.

"Mmh... I think I heard someone call you? Like one of your co workers? I'm not too sure to be honest, but how else would I have known?" Joshua directed the question to you, as you bit your lip.

That would make sense.

You were soon pulling into a tall building in Gangnam, your eyes widening slightly when Joshua pulled down his window to hand his car keys to the valet.

"We're eating h-here?" You say once you get out of the car, jaw going slack as you looked up at the tall skyscraper.

"Yep, there's a restaurant on the 45th floor, let's go," he answered before he was holding your hand.

You went quiet as you let him drag you inside and into the elevator, your eyes now glued to your hands entwined with his. Joshua on the other hand seemed unfazed, looking ahead without any specific emotion etched on his face before the elevator was opening with a ding.

"Welcome Mr. Hong," a man in a suit greeted you guys as soon as you stepped out, before Joshua was shrugging out of his black blazer.

"Good evening, I trust you've found us the best seat like I asked for?" Joshua questioned with an eyebrow raised, before he was tapping at your jacket and asking you to take it off.

You removed it before handing it to the man with a small smile.

"Thank you, and of course Sir, a seat in front of the magnificent view, please follow me," the man spoke, before Joshua's hand was finding your once again.

You bit your lip as you quietly walked behind the waiter, your eyes wandering over the dimly lit restaurant in complete awe.

This was definitely an insanely expensive restaurant, and the 360 view of Seoul surrounding the place was a big giveaway.

"Joshu—"

"Thank you," Joshua said politely, as the man bowed at us before walking away.

You slowly sat opposite him on the comfy sofa chair, trying your hardest not to turn and gape at the beautiful city lights and instead looking at the man across you who was quietly looking through the menu.

"Joshua, you really didn't have to do all of this, any restaurant would've been fine," you say, feeling uneasy suddenly as you glanced around.

"Well I thought this restaurant would be nice, you'll love it, like I said earlier—"

"Yeah I'm sure I will but I know it's probably super expensive and I just...feel bad..." you almost whisper but he manages to catch on as his hands grab your fiddling fingers across the table.

"Relax darling. I wanted to bring you here okay? Just enjoy it, now.... have a look at the menu and pick out whatever you'd like, understand? Don't worry," he assured, tapping your hand once before handing you the menu book.

You reluctantly stayed quiet, figuring he'd be adamant on staying even if you wanted to leave. You opened the menu, eyes scanning over the list of dishes and noticed there was no price labelled next to each item.

"Anything you're eyeing in particular?"

"Y-Yeah the clam pasta.... I'll get that," you mumble, looking up at Joshua already smiling at you.

"I knew you'd get that," he gleamed, making you crease your eyebrows.

"How'd you know?"

"You mentioned it to me that time we talked about our favourite dishes," he answered, before calling the waiter over to you guys.

"Any wine for your order, Sir?" The waiter asked, as Joshua pushed the drinks menu your way.

"I'll go with red wine, have a look and choose Y/N," he said, as you looked over the confusing menu.

Well it wasn't actually confusing in a way you couldn't understand, but you also just didn't understand since it was possibly the most extensive alcohol menu you had ever seen... especially the wine menu with all the exquisite french names you could not wrap your head around.

"I-I'll just get what you're having," you shrug, as Joshua nodded towards the waiter.

"Make that two, thank you."

It fell silent between you two as you awkwardly played with your fingers on your lap, Joshua's eyes raking over you almost like he was attempting to read your mind.

"S-So your friends birthday... is it really okay if I bring a friend? It's just that, I-I won't know anyone else there and you'll probably be busy most of the time," you ask meekly, as Joshua nodded with a smile.

"Of course it's okay, the more the merrier right?"

"I just really wanted to make sure that's all, I had a friend in mind," you say as one of the waitresses was placing your dishes in front of you before bowing and walking away.

"Perfect, anyways.... I noticed you were a little lost on choosing a wine earlier, do you not drink much?" Joshua asked, motioning towards your plate before he was taking a bite of his clam pasta.

"Yeah I do, only when I'm out with friends and I don't usually get wine, I like soju and cocktails... I tried an expresso martini recently."

"Oh? How was that? It's my favourite," Joshua smiled.

"I loved it, it's one of my favourites now too," you reply before beginning to eat.

"Well I can introduce you to more wines everytime we have dinner together then," he said, as you felt the heat warm your cheeks.

"O-Okay thank you," you mumble, drawing out a chuckle from him before it fell silent again.

You both ate in silence, only exchanging small words about how good the food was before the waiter was coming back to take your plates away and placing the red wine bottle along with two wineglasses down on the table.

Joshua grabbed the bottle before pouring the dark red liquid into both your glasses.

You thanked him before grabbing your wineglass and taking a small sip.

"It's good right?" Joshua asked, as you looked at him wide eyed.

"This is... so much better than the red wine I've tasted before, how?" You ask in bewilderment, in awe at the sweetness of it before you were taking another gulp.

"It's a pretty popular French brand, you don't really get it everywhere, I'm glad you like it though."

You were about to ask him further before he was looking behind you, his eyebrows going up in shock.

"Seungcheol? Hey man what are you doing here?"

You turn to see where he's looking, your breath automatically being stuck in your throat when you looked up to see the somewhat familiar man.

"Hey Shua, I had a conference here— oh, am I interrupting something here," the man spoke, eyes zeroing on yours as you shift in your seat uncomfortably.

"Not at all... Y/N?" Joshua asks you, voice cutting through your thoughts as you shake your head unconsciously.

You watch as he sits next to Joshua, slowly rolling up his sleeves as his eyes never left yours.

"W-Wait aren't you..." you trailed off, almost unable to get the words out as Joshua frowned slightly.

"Cheol you know her?"

"Yeah... she's the one I was telling you about the other day.... the one I saw at my club who was getting harassed by that loser and I had to take her home—"

"W-Wait what?" You cut him off in confusion, your eyebrows furrowing as you stared at him from across the table.

"Yeah we had a couple of drinks, I got up to leave, then this drunk loser had his hands all over you so I got my security to kick him out, realised you were way too drunk to be alone in a bar like that, couldn't find your friends either so I asked for your apartment name so I could take you home safe.... actually it's good I got to see you again, I wanted to apologise because I entered your house without your explicit and sober consent—"

"No no you don't need to b-be sorry at all, I'm really glad I got home safe, thank you for that," you bow at him, still slightly dazed from the whole story.

"Also you mentioned your own security?" You add, eyebrows furrowing in curiosity.

"Darling, that was my club you walked in to, I own it," he spoke, chuckling softly when you don't respond right away.

"W-Wait like... it's yours?" You question dumbly, suddenly feeling even more awful that he did all of that for you.

"Yes," he answered shortly, as Joshua nodded.

"O-Oh my god, I'm so sorry you were probably busy and I—"

"Hey relax pretty, it really wasn't a problem for me, I’m glad I got you home safe though," he smiled at you widely, the cutest dimples you had ever seen sinking into his cheeks as you bit your lip.

you wondered if he was a taken man... yeah he definitely probably was.

"Yeah I’m glad your safe now, but maybe don't drink like that away from your friends Y/N, it's insane you can't even remember any of it," Joshua spoke, as you slowly nodded your head as you hesitantly took another sip of your wine.

"I definitely won't be.... It's crazy to me as well.. that I-I can't... remember..." you trailed off, gulping hard as your eyes fell to Seungcheol's dark ones, watching you intently.

You remembered what Umji had said earlier.... you tried seeing reason but you really couldn't find an explanation as to why you didn't remember a single thing to what he had just explained.

"Don't stress over it too much, too much alcohol can do that... maybe take a break from drinking for a while," Seungcheol spoke, his eyes leaving yours to trace over your body as you hugged yourself instinctively.

no something was definitely wrong.

"Y-Yeah I won't.... Joshua if it's okay with you can I leave? I can just get a taxi—"

"Nonsense, I bought you here so I'll take you back home safe too—"

"I was about to head out too anyway," Seungcheol cut through, before he was standing up as you and Joshua did the same.

"Perfect, why don't you both wait for me downstairs I'll just go pay," Joshua said, walking away from the both of you just as you were about to ask if you could come.

You hesitantly turn back to face Seungcheol as he already had his eyes on you. He motioned towards the elevator, before you slowly nodded and began walking in front of him.

Once the both of you were in the elevator it was dead silent, neither of you saying a word to each other but you could feel him glancing at you for a little too long, which was starting to make you uncomfortable.

You heard the elevator ding, signalling you had gotten to the ground floor, but Seungcheol was quick to click the close button.

"Wait what ar—"

It happened so quickly you felt as if the the air was knocked out of your throat, as Seungcheol pushed you up against the wall of the elevator, before bringing a finger up to his lips.

"Don't scream, or I won't be too happy about it."

You felt tears brim your eyes as the fear and confusion filled your mind, as Seungcheol towered over you with a smirk on his face.

"Think you catched on, hey doll?" He spoke, his voice an octave lower, in complete contrast to his easy going attitude earlier.

"W-What do you mean?" You stutter out, even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Listen, I wanna make this quick before Joshua gets back.... say a word to anyone, anyone about this, and it won't end well, understand sweetheart?" He spat, voice dripping in faux sweetness as you felt a shudder go down your spine.

"D-Did you drug me?" You managed to make out, feeling the lone tear roll down your face before he was quick to wipe it away gently with his fingers.

"I really would hate to ruin your makeup and have Shua wonder what's wrong.... now promise me you won't say anything to him."

His grip on you tightened, as you let out a whimper while nodding feverently.

"I-I won't."

"That's my good girl. Now..... I'll see you the night of Shua's party so until then, not a word and remember you promised me... I really hate liars," he spat, before the elevator door was opening once again and he was dragging me out by his grip on my wrist.

"W-Wait... what do you w-want with me?" You ask meekly, as he scoffed before patting your head.

"You always this curious and annoying? Well we'll have to work on that... I'll see you this Saturday and we'll talk then—"

"A-And what makes you so sure I'll come? Look.... if you don't explain yourself and what happened that n-night I'll call the... the p-police on you!" You spat as confidently as you could muster, even though your knees were weak.

"Did you just.... threaten me?" Seungcheol asked you in shock, although something told you it was probably not a good idea to answer that.

this wasn't going to end well.

And just as you were about to make a run for it he grabbed your left wrist tightly, his eyes now a few shades darker as he licked his lips.

"You know what? Think Joshua can wait I'm not leaving tonight until I teach you a lesson."

Seungcheol began dragging you back inside the elevator as your heartbeat quickened, the warning lights blaring in your head as you aggressively tried to pull your wrist out of his grasp as he punched in level 20.

"L-Let go off me!" You screamed, yet his grip only tightened as he glared at you, eyes molten.

The second the doors opened he pulled you out as you realised you were on one of the residency floors. Your eyes widened in fear when you guys stopped in front of a door on the far end, before he was fishing through his pocket for a keycard.

"N-No....no," you whimper softly, tears filling your eyes and blurring your vision as he swiped it across the top of the door handle, before it opened with a ding.

Seungcheol pushed you in, closing the door behind him before he slammed you against it.

"You wanna fucking threaten me like that, you wanna call the cops on me? Huh? And where do you think that will get you baby?" He spat menacingly, hands gripping at your waist tightly as you cried helplessly.

"I-I'm sorry! Please just let me go and I-I won't tell anyone just please don’t hurt me," you helplessly beg, pushing your head back into the material of the door in an attempt to get away from the proximity of his face.

“Oh I won’t hurt you baby, at least just not yet…. but I am going to have to set you straight…. I really underestimated how difficult you would be,” he spat, his words almost like a riddle as it made no sense to you.

He bought his face impossibly closer to yours before his eyes were trailing all over your face, lingering longer on your quivering lips.

“I’m a very dangerous man sweetheart, so I wouldn’t fuck with me, understand? The police do not fucking scare me in fact, they can not help you…. so talk to me like that ever again or do so much as raise your voice, you’ll have to see me in a very different light, and you don’t want that, do you Y/N?” He growled, as you shook your head instantly.

“N-No I won’t…. do that again I promise,” you manage to make out, before he was finally moving away from you although his hands stayed firm on your waist.

“And how are you going to guarantee that for me?”

Your heart dropped as you stared at the man in front of you, your skin crawling as you tried coming up with a response.

“I-I don’t… know I… promise I won’t,” you almost whisper, as he smiles at you wickedly.

“That night at my bar? I did drug you… and unfortunately you won’t remember but we had quite some fun in the backseat of my car….” Seungcheol trailed off with a chuckle, as you only sobbed harder.

“…Don’t worry doll we didn’t fuck. Although I got to learn you are a pretty needy girl for someone that was fucked out on drugs,” he laughed, one hand leaving your waist to grip your jaw firmly as you hesitantly looked up into his eyes.

“W-Why,” you mumble, body shaking as he turned your head to the side before his plush lips was kissing your cheek tenderly.

“Like I said earlier, we’ll talk more at Shuas place…. I have things I need to tend to tonight so I don’t have the time…. although I do have enough time to make sure I’ll have you pliant and good for me by then…”

You bit your inner lip roughly as his other hand suddenly slipped into your jeans, his thick fingers pressing into your entrance as you squirmed in his hold.

“I’ll let you off without too much of a punishment since I feel like being somewhat kind to you tonight…. you know, first sober meeting and all,” he sighed, lips trailing from your cheek down to your neck, before you felt his tongue lay flat against your skin.

“P-Please don’t,” you whisper weakly, eyes wired shut as you tried ignoring his touches.

You heard him groan into your neck, his fingers toying with your folds through your panties before he was pushing himself against you, so you could feel how hard he was.

A shudder went down your spine as you tried to stay as still as possible, scared to move.

“Feel that baby? I’m sure you do….. speak up,” he spat irritatedly when you don’t respond instantly.

“Y-Yes,” you nod shortly, body shaking profusely as he smiled widely at the utter fear that radiated off you.

you were so fucking cute, he needed to ruin you.

“Think I found a perfect way you could make it sure to me you won’t go prancing downstairs and tell Joshua… or the police….” Seungcheol trailed off, as you hesitantly looked into his dark eyes.

“H-How,” you whispered, but he’s quick to catch on as he smiles down at you, his hand finally slipping out of you jeans.

“Well I have something you can take care of for me, and I’ll let you go back downstairs,” he said, tilting his head to the side as he waited for you to answer.

“O-Okay… what do I have to do?” You choke on a sob, as both his hands find purchase on your waist once again, before he was leaning into your ear.

“Easy, just suck me off nice and good.”

“S-Seungcheol please just let me—”

“Come on baby it’s a pretty fair deal… but I wasn’t really asking so get on your knees, I’ll count to 5.”

You gulp thickly at his stern voice, hesitantly nodding before he was backing away slightly to give you some space.

“5…4…”

You were beyond scared, confused, and honestly terrified of what the man in front of you could do… so to save yourself from whatever was waiting at the end of his countdown you reluctantly got on your knees.

“Good, I knew you’d come around,” he smiled smugly, before he began undoing his pants and sliding them down along with his boxers.

You shuddered at the size of his length, the veins on the under side protruding as you involuntarily squeezed your thighs together.

“Oh sweetheart don’t be scared, I promise I won’t break your jaw,” Seungcheol chuckled, before one of his hands was grabbing his heavy cock before guiding it to tap against your closed lips as you tried not to sqiurm.

“Now get to work, put that pretty mouth of yours to good use,” he spat, snickering down at you as his free hand thread through your hair.

You slowly part your lips, hesitantly darting your tongue out to lick the head as you cringed inwardly at the salty taste.

Suddenly his grip in your hair tightened as a warning to keeping going, making you reluctantly open your mouth wider to take him down your throat, sucking sounds filling the air around you as you tried to take as much as you possibly could.

“Fuck just like that baby, should’ve known you’d be good at this— fuck!” Seungcheol groaned, his deep voice sending tingles down your body as you tried to ignore it, focusing on getting this over with.

When you don’t move quick enough, Seungcheol growls angrily before using his grip on your hair to slam his cock deeper down your throat as you almost scream around his length, his grip on your hair moving your head up and down.

You hesitantly trail your teary eyes up at him, his pretty lashes on display and his mouth hung open as a string of moans slipped out, all while he pushes you completely forward until your nose bumps into his happy trail, your whimpers of protest completely disregarded by him.

“Gonna makes sure you swallow every last drop of my cum…” he sighs, throwing his head back as you feel him twitch in your mouth, your muffled whimpers of resistance and spit only making him move your head faster as he chased his orgasm.

You try to keep up as you can barely breathe, gagging around him before he finally releases down your throat in big spurts with a heavy groan, hand on your head still firm as he pulls you off his cock to watch you swallow everything down.

“You did so fucking well for me, your just perfect,” he smiled down at you, his thumb rubbing at your bottom lip as you hesitantly smiled small, praying he’d let you go now.

Seungcheol helped you stand up again, before he was pulling his pants back on, a satisfied expression on his face as he watched you wipe your lips with the back of your hand.

“C-Can I go now?” You ask, voice cracking as your throat was beyond sore.

“Not just yet baby…. think you almost had as much fun as I did, I bet your soaking.”

“N-No I—”

“Don’t even bother sweetheart I saw how you were shifting your thighs pathetically, god….. bet if I checked right now I’d find your pussy all puffy and in need for attention hm?” He egged on, as you shake your head feverishly.

“Fine… take off your pants, along with your panties.”

Your eyes widen as you look at him in worry, he promised to let you go after.

“Relax angel I won’t do anything tonight, just do as I say for now.”

You hesitantly comply, bending down slightly to pull off your pants along with your very much soaked panties. You hiss as the cold air surrounds your bare pussy but you’re quick to frown to hide it.

“Now give me your panties, and put your pants back on,” he says casually, as you have no choice but to comply.

You shyly hand it to him, before you’re quick to pull your pants back on.

“Fuck…. you were soaked baby, just look at this,” he mused, pushing your soiled light pink panties up to your view as you looked away in shame.

“See baby…. you really can’t deny me…” he trailed off, bunching up the undergarment into his pocket before pinching your cheek lightly.

“It’s a shame I don’t have time, or I would’ve helped,” Seungcheol frowned, his dimples slightly visibly before he was staring at you with the same blank expression.

“Now…. I did make myself clear right? Don’t you dare tell anyone about any of this, let that ache in your throat be a reminder… and I better see you this Saturday all pretty and dolled up for me, do you understand?”

“Yes…. yes I understand,” you found yourself complying to his words, before he gave you a smile and a peck on your cheek.

“Good girl, now go downstairs and tell Joshua you wanted to use the bathroom but got lost, and that I left already.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, turning around to open the door before slowly walking out.

“And baby? Fix your hair and pretty gloss, you look ravaged,” Seungcheol laughed at you, before closing the door.

You slowly walking down the corridor back to the elevator, the defeaning silence engulfing you as you tried making sense of the entire situation.

what the hell just happened…. were you in danger?

you couldn’t understand or even remember everything he had said to you.

Taking a deep breath in you clicked on the lobby floor before fixing your hair and wiping the corners of your lips off anything.

should you really not tell Joshua?

“Oh hey…. Where were you?” Joshua pretended to be confused as you walked out of the elevator, like Seungcheol hadn’t quickly texted him to tell him everything that happened, not in too much detail.

Seungcheol wanted to know just how obedient you really were, see if you could keep something like that to yourself without telling Joshua.

“Sorry I was… trying to find the bathroom but I got lost, y-your friend left early,” you mumble as he chuckles before motioning towards the exit of the building.

“Ahh I see, well let’s head home it’s late.”

The ride back to your apartment was defeaning as you tried to remain as still as possible, your lower region pressed uncomfortably against the material of your jeans.

You felt used, Seungcheol’s touches still lingering everywhere and his words echoing in your mind.

“Are you okay Y/N? You’ve been a little quiet since we left.”

Joshua’s job: try to see if you’ll really crack.

“No I’m fine… just tired thats all,” you say, praying he can’t hear how hoarse your voice had gotten but Joshua knew, as he could only chuckle lightly.

“Okay.”

You let out a sigh when your apartment building came into view, before Joshua was stopping the car.

“Thank you for tonight, I hope your enjoyed and sorry again about my friend joining…. although I’m still shocked you guys already knew each other.”

“No thank you for dinner, and yeah… I wasn’t expecting that,” you say, praying he’d say goodnight and let you go sleep.

“I know he can be really intimidating, hope he didn’t scare you too much,” He joked, but you could only gulp at your words.

“Uhh no, not at yall, he was nice.”

“Well…. I’m glad, goodnight Y/N. I might not see you at the cafe tomorrow so see you at my house?”

“Of course, goodnight.” You’re quick to say with a small smile, before slipping out of the expensive car.

Joshua watched with curious eyes as you speed walked into your building, before he was pulling his phone out to call Seungcheol.

“That poor thing, she could barely speak Cheol you shouldn’t have been that rough… what happened to waiting anyways?” Joshua chuckles, knowing very well his long time best friend wasn’t always known for having the most patience.

[the-librabry]

FANCY SEEING YOU HERE

- DANTE SPARDA (DMC)

Riding that bandwagon, don’t ask me about my dmc credentials.

Part two

It had been a simple induction process, a quick cash grab of a job opportunity. Nothing too hard about a receptionist job, right?

Wrong.

What your boss failed to tell you is that he had no fucking idea what he was doing. Or really, he did, but then too many contracts started rolling in for his system to continue working. Which is where you came in, it took a few months but everything has finally been streamlined. Clients rolled in, and you assigned them to the relevant hunter.

It had been a quiet morning, as far as quiet can be when you got a text from your boss, Enzo. Enzo didn’t contact you much, you pretty much had everything handled, as he would say, so he would only check in when there was a major change or someone returning to the roster. This was no different.

Dante is dropping in. Major mission wrapped up. Look after yourself he’s a handful.

You squinted, Dante is a new name you haven’t seen before meaning he’s a new, or old, hunter you haven’t met yet. You’ve met plenty of hunters that were a handful, so the text didn’t throw you off that much, you just made a note of it and moved on about your day.

It wasn’t until late afternoon that your door burst open abruptly, door handle smacking loudly into the wall. Now this pissed you off, because you had just finally got the message across to all hunters that you did not appreciate their barbaric manners, and it seems one hunter missed the memo.

Before the hunter’s red leather trench could settle, you flicked your finger towards the door, “Out.”

The hunter paused, frozen in his place. You watched as he scanned his surroundings, taking in the new office which you have basically personalised to your tastes considering Enzo never really did anything with it. After a cursory glance to disarm his scepticism, he looked at you. Taking your features and finally registering what you said.

“What?” He blurted.

“Get out.” You repeated, sterner.

“Do I have the right place? Where’s Enzo?” He swung his head behind the door as if checking a hiding place.

You pointed at the door once again, before looking back at your computer, “You must be Dante,” you could see him perk up from over the frame of your glasses, “I can answer all your questions, but not until you enter my office with some respect,”

“Your office? This isn’t—”

You glanced up at him momentarily, refusing to humour him any longer. Having sense this, he laughed in disbelief.

“Listen doll, I just came back from a long ass mission, I am not in the mood for mind games,”

You leaned back in your chair, and smiled, “Manners aren’t a mind game, and I don’t feel like fucking around with your attitude just because you’re tired,”

As if bitten by your response, he stepped back and crossed his arms, really staring you down now. It was only about a minute but it felt like ten before he started retreating. You watched him walk back out of your office, the door clicking in place as he left. You crossed your arms over your chest, a full moment passes before you hear it.

A knock at your door.

This makes you smile, finding it almost impossible to consider that a knock could hold an attitude. You make him wait, shuffle a few papers around before sitting back, crossing one leg over the other.

“Come in,” you chime.

The white haired hunter steps through once again, with careful grace this time, he keeps his eyes glued to you as he softly closes the door behind him. Making a sarcastic demonstration of it, yes, but most certainly looking for your approval as he does so.

Finally you stand from your chair, even with the desk separating you, the height difference is stark. You outstretch your hand, “You must be Dante, Enzo told me you’d be arriving today. How was the mission?”

He looked at your hand, then back at you, “Successful, if a bit boring,” he accepts your hand, holding on long enough to make you a tad uneasy. “Who are you?”

You pull away but only because he loosens his grip, “Enzo’s receptionist,”

At this, Dante bursts into laughter, clutching onto his stomach as if you have said the most hilarious thing in the world. This grates on your nerves slightly, not seeing humour in your statement.

After a moment he stands, wiping a tear, “A receptionist? Enzo’s receptionist? I’m sorry sweetheart, it’s not funny. Are you sure we’re talking about the same Enzo?” He sniffles, “Sleezy, short little man Enzo? The same guy that can barely manage himself let alone staff.”

You point to the chair in front of your desk, he follows your gesture as you walk around to meet him, sitting on the corner adjacent to him.

You smile, humoured, “The very same if you can believe it,”

“I can’t,” he interjects, looking around the room once more, “I can see you’ve done a lot with the place, maybe I was away longer than I thought. Is Enzo respectable now?”

You snort, “Not at all,”

He chuckles, taking a deep breath before relaxing back into his seat. You watch as his shoulders unwind, leg crossing over his knee as his hands clutch together in his lap. It’s now that you can finally see him without obstructed view. He’s wearing fingerless leather gloves, a long red leather trench, by all means should be uncomfortable with how it hugs his biceps, but makes it seem like the most comfortable thing in the world. This thighs fill out his heavy black pants, honestly, it’s hiding nothing.

A cough breaks you out of your trance, only to bring you back with a knowing smile, “Do I get an introduction too?”

You smirk, crossing your arms over your chest, “Already? I was starting to get used to the pet names,”

His eyes seem to spark, something igniting in him. He leans forward inquisitively, “Really? That do it for you, doll?”

Before you can respond, your office phone starts to ring, it’s an old dingy landline because Enzo refuses to upgrade something unless it’s disintegrated. You lean back to reach for it behind you. Dante zeros in on your outstretched thighs before him at your distraction, he almost drools at the way your skirt rides slightly up your stockings as you grab the phone off the hook.

He can faintly hear you talking as he watches the way you absently rub your thighs together, “At seven? Where? Do I get paid overtime?” He watches as your fingers wrap around the cord, a playful smile on your lips, “Alright, just checking. Yeah I’ll be there.”

You look over at him, only to see him already looking back with a quirked eyebrow, “Yeah, he’s here,” a frown creases your eyebrows, “Yes, here, as in sitting in my office, what else could I mean? Alright give me a sec.”

Dante watches as you pull the phone away from your ear and stretch it out towards him, “For you, sweetheart,” you wink.

Oh, he’s going to have so much fun with you. He smirks, standing up in the minimal space between you and the desk. Only because he’s concerned the phone line won’t reach, thighs bumps together as his hand envelops yours, bringing the receiver to his ear.

You frown in confusion, your hand caught like a fish on a line as he makes you hold the phone against his ear. He’s staring at you with a smile, you’re so close that you can hear the conversation.

“Dante! How’s my favourite son? Back from the mission in one piece I hear,”

Dante hums, adjusting closer as he speaks, “Yep, all pieces are accounted for. The important ones anyway,”

Enzo cackles at the sleazy joke, “Have you met my new receptionist? That’s right, I’m moving on up in the world, a real business man I am Dante,”

His eyes flick towards yours, holding contact as he responds, “Yeah, she’s a real doll, a stickler for hospitality,”

You roll your eyes, kicking his shin in retaliation, without flinching his hand rests above your knee to cease your jerking like a parent would to a child.

“ Treat her well Dante, she’s the only person holding down the fort for me, if you scare her away I won’t forgive you until I see you grovelling for forgiveness,” he threatens, “Her forgiveness.”

This warms your heart, you’ve come to like Enzo in all his incompetent ways, it’s nice to hear him talk about you so fiercely towards others.

Dante sighs, his hand moving from your knee to the desk beside your thighs. You’re caged in now with your hand against his ear, and his body leaned in close. You can only lean so far back without compromising your position.

“No getting rid of her then huh? Guess I’ll have to get comfortable.”

You’re only half listening to the conversation now, having been distracted by the amulet hanging in front of you. Its ruby gem swings gently in the open space of Dante’s shirt, when he leans forward you catch a glimpse further underneath. He’s built, from what you can tell even with his heavy layers, but he’s not the biggest hunter you’ve seen. Something under the surface has your senses on edge though, like there’s more to him that you’re not seeing, yet.

A gentle pinch to your thigh has you clueing back in. Dante is looking at you with a knowing smirk, as he hums into the receiver, “I’ll be there. Can’t believe you’re putting me to work already, I should call Human Resources. This is an unfair workload.”

“Yada, yada, yada. You know you’re my favourite, now make papa proud, I’ll text ya later.”

Dante straightens up as the call ends, letting you put the phone back on its hook. You look up at him from your seated place on the desk, thighs still pressed against each other, in an act of misplaced confidence, you reach up to flick a piece of imaginary dust off his jacket.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you in action tonight,” you muse.

Dante hums, “You can see me in action a lot sooner if you’d like.”

You shove him back before he can place his hands on you, “Don’t be crude,” you hop off your desk, shifting your skirt back down your legs, “I’ll meet you there? 7pm sharp at the front doors,”

He nods, “7pm sharp at the front doors,” he reiterates, walking towards your office exit, before he leaves he looks over his shoulder at you, “Wear something nice, something that will make the other men jealous of me. Can’t be that hard right?”

You roll your eyes. When the door clicks shut behind him, you exhale deeply. You had a feeling this mission was going to get way out of hand.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

bella PLEWSDE WRITE A GRAYSON HAWTHORNE BLURB OR WHAYEVER WITH READER WITH LOW IRON AND LIKE SHE ALMOST FAINTS BECAUSE THERES LITERALLY ZERO. ZERO FICS THAY HAVE THE READER WITH LOW IRON SO PPELAPSPESLLEPWDLEEL

AHHHHHH BELLE LET ME JUST BEGIN WITH AN APOLOGY BECAUSE I AM SO SO SO SO SORRY THIS FIC HAS TAKEN ME THREE BILLION YEARS TO GET AROUND TO WRITING!! THANK YOU FOR YOU REQUEST AND I PRAYYYY THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED…. (if not I will redo)

title: I’m fine

pairing: grayson hawthorne x reader

synopsis: a story where ‘I’m fine’ means ‘I’m totally not fine but I’m not going to admit that’

warnings: dizziness, fainting

a/n: dedicating this to the beautiful @midiosaamor 💖💖 ily <33

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It only started as a headache, not bad enough to be classed as a migraine but bad enough to be considered more than your average headache. Still, I carried on typing the words out on my computer, my brain pulsating in pain.

I didn’t have time to rest off a headache, there was too much to do. I’d only started working four hours ago and if I didn’t get this done by tonight then my boss would not be happy. I mean it wasn’t exactly my fault she decided set me an assignment with a deadline on the same day but still, I had to work it all out and push through.

The tasks seemed endless, I typed word after word, in a state of not really registering what I was writing, just making the robotic movements to write. Clicking the keys and forming coherent sentences without anything being properly processed. It wasn’t unusual, I was used to my brain working faster than my body sometimes.

Still, my head throbbed on. For a second, I stopped the incessant tapping on my keyboard and pressed two fingertips softly to each temple. My hands were ice cold. I breathed in and out deeply a few times with my eyes shut before beginning to work again, praying a tiny reset would be what I needed. I knew I was lying to myself, I knew it would take more than that to soothe any pain but I carried on like I didn’t.

“Are you alright?”

As small gasp escaped my lips as I looked up to see Grayson standing in the doorframe, one hand at the top taking most of his weight. I wondered how long he’d been stood there and I hadn’t noticed.

“Mmmm,” I hummed in reply, going back to finish the sentence I was typing before I lost my train of thought. Then I looked back up at him again, “why?”

He walked in slowly looking at my face intently, “you look a little pale.”

He took my face into his palms and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. Small, gentle, long strokes, that made me lean into him further. I wanted to just curl up in his arms and sleep, but my work clearly had other ideas.

“Just a headache,” I brushed it off, pulling away from his touch reluctantly, “is there any aspirin?”

“There is,” he nodded slowly, his eyebrows pinching together in concern, “but I really think you ought to lay down if it’s this bad.”

“I don’t need to,” I shook my head stubbornly, standing up to look him dead in the eye, “I’m fine.”

What a lie.

“You don’t look fine,” he told me softly, the anxiety rippling across his perfected features. His hands curved around the small of my back and I tried to enjoy it instead of thinking about the throbbing of my head.

So despite my ache, I smiled, “well I feel fine.”

Sometimes I lied so easily and so well it worried me. I shouldn’t be this good at something so cruel. But maybe more than him, I was lying to myself to convince a part of me that I wasn’t as feeling as bad as I thought I felt.

Grayson gave me another worried glance, thumb running up and down the base of my spine rhythmically, the softness of his touch sending a chill through it.

“Have you eaten today?” he asked me, the tingling up my back dying down.

“Earlier,” I nodded, my eyes flicking the time in the bottom corner of my screen realising my ‘earlier’ actually meant six hours ago. On cue, my stomach seized in a hungry protest, sending a tight knot like sensation across my abdomen. I prayed it wouldn’t grumble, betraying my lies to Gray.

“I haven’t seen you eat or-“

“Stop the fussing,” I grinned to bear it, “I’m fine, just need a tablet and some water.”

“Maybe lay off the work then,” he suggested, cocking his head towards my computer screen.

“Grayson I need to get this done,” I sighed gently, “a little headache can’t stop me.”

“Okay…” he said unsurely, hesitating for a few seconds.

“Stop worrying,” I forced a laugh through my searing brain, glancing up at him and looking through those truth-reeling gray eyes.

“I’m not,” his right hand twitches at my side. Liar. “Sit down and I’ll go and get you the aspirin, okay?”

“Okay then,” I nodded, sitting down. Another chill ran through my spine, though this time it was because of the empty place left where his hands had just been.

I took a few more deep breaths, feeling a little out of it all of a sudden. It was like I was in the room but I wasn’t at the same time. I closed my eyes and let the weight of my skull fall into my palms, breathing even deeper, heavier.

I let myself hang, like a lifeless marionette forgotten by her puppeteer, everything leaden and dopey. When I heard Grayson coming back and quickly opened my eyes and sat up a little bit straighter. If he saw me like that he’d get stressed and that’s the last he needed. It was only a headache after all.

Just a really bad headache.

“Thank you,” I kissed him on the cheek as he passed me the aspirin pill and a glass of water.

He cupped my face in his hands, “you promise me you’re fine?”

“I promise promise promise you,” I whispered, feigning another smile. My jaw was starting to ache. I don’t know it’s it from the guilt of lying or the forceful action of smiling or maybe it was just the headache transferring.

I took the tablet between my fingertips and put it at the back of my mouth before swallowing it quickly with water. I shivered afterwards. I hate taking tablets.

Grayson squeezed my shoulders softly, “do you want me to stay here?”

“Didn’t I just ‘promise promise promise’ you I was fine?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

He looked at me and sighed. Worry ran riot across his eyes, swirling anxious thoughts into pools of grey. How bad did I look?

“I haven’t got much work left to do, okay?” I said, “I just need to get through this.”

He took his time walking out and although I didn’t look at him I was convinced he kept looking back every through steps to check on me. Finally he left and I downed the glass of water.

I sat still for a moment, analysing how I felt. I didn’t think it was possible but my head had worsened. I internally groaned as dread filled my body. It wasn’t supposed to worsen. I prayed the tablet would kick in, after all I hadn’t really given it a chance.

I took a long breath out and continued tapping away at the keypad. After a while the continuous clicking and clacking was beginning to irritate me. Like an itch I couldn’t quite scratch. My already pounding head felt pounded with the small noises over and over like they were making a mockery of it. Still I continued, there wasn’t much left now and if I could just finish it l, all would be okay.

After about a billion spell checks - seriously why does psychology have a ‘p’ and ‘h’ in it, it’s so irrelevant - I thought I might be ready to finish when I realised I’d missed a whole section.

By now my head was almost unbearable. Torturous agony was creeping up behind my eye now as well as the front of my head. A whole section felt like it would be the death of me. And I’d noticed something weirdly unnatural about my breathing. Every breath in didn’t feel like enough oxygen. So I began to breathe more deeply and when that wasn’t working, more quickly.

That only fuelled my rising panic about the weird nature of these symptoms. They were familiar. Why couldn’t I breathe normally? What was wrong? Maybe it was more than a headache? Questions raced through my head faster than it had time to process them all.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

My head pounded on and like the idiot that I am, I carried on writing. My vision blurred out for a fraction of a second then cleared shortly after. I rubbed my eyes. It was just the screen. Just the screen.

It happened a few more times, so I cleaned my glasses with the bottom of my jumper for good measure. More notes, more notes, more notes, more notes. I quickly hit save in the document for fear if my computer crashed I would lose it all. I sighed as I then went to drink from my water glass only to realise it was empty.

“Gray!” I yelled, “could you grab me another glass of water please?”

I barely registered his reply, my only focus being the stupid piece of work. ‘I can last a little longer’ I repeated over and over in my mind. Until I was bored. Until I was delirious. Until I was too brain dead to care.

I could hear Grayson approaching so got up to meet him at the door. I wanted a ten second break from staring straight at the glowing screen. Suddenly, mid step, I stumbled. Straight away Grayson had one hand around the small of my back gripping tightly and the another on my upper arm, steadying me. I try to laugh it off as a I mistake but even that sounded weak.

“Woah sweetheart,” he said, his hold firmer as he set me straight, “what’s going on?”

“I’m fine,” I shrugged, trying to get back to my chair, my legs feeling too much like jelly for my liking.

I could see he didn’t believe me completely, he didn’t have to say a word. Grayson, instead, took me in his arms. I couldn’t ask to sit down after that, then I’d be admitting that something was wrong. So I stayed standing, my body against his. The only thing holding me up was him.

He looked at me, tender eyed and consumed with concern, “you’re clearly not my love.”

“Gray, I just tripped,” I said smoothly, praying he’d let me twist the truth as I tried to stop my legs from shaking.

“Don’t lie to me,” he murmured in a low voice, curling his other arm around my waist for support.

“I’m not lying,” I shrugged, continuing to be in denial as I gripped to his shirt so tightly my knuckles went white, “I’m fine.”

As soon as the words left my lips everything spun. I closed my eyes and pressed my head against his chest, hoping it would all just go away. My feet swayed a little and panic seized my throat at the unsteadiness. I made a choked sound, halfway between a gasp and a silent scream.

“It’s okay,” Grayson whispered softly, “I’ve got you.” He brought a hand up through the back of my hair and gently held onto the back of my head to steady it.

“Dizzy,” I murmured into him, my voice slurred and slowed. I felt so out of it.

We stayed like that for I don’t know how long. My concept of time was as hazy as my vision. I just remembered staying very still, Grayson’s hands not leaving my body and how hard my forehead was pressed against him.

After a while, I tried to stand back on my own, thinking the dizzy spell was over but as soon as I did the room became a whirlpool of colours and blob-ish shapes. I felt myself lose my footing completely and before I knew it was falling backwards.

Strong arms tensed around my torso and quickly caught me, “oh sweetheart,” I heard Grayson say as he safely lowered me to the ground.

My legs became lifeless pieces of flesh, heavy as led but weak as a flimsy childhood doll. My head felt heavy in his lap as it pounded on. I sewed my eyes shut, it helped a little with the dizziness. His cold fingers tentatively touched my forehead and I leant into them ever so slightly with what energy I had left.

“I’m going to carry you to bed,” he told me gently, as I felt one arm around my back and the other under my legs.

“But my work-“ I groaned, feeling a little nauseated from the dizziness.

He held me tightly, “no sweetheart, forget about work, you need to rest.”

I didn’t reply and instead feebly gripped my deadened limbs around his neck and prayed for all of this to just go away.

“Gray,” I murmured into his chest.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not fine,” I said, somewhere between a sob and mumble.

“I know sweetheart,” he whispered, pressing a shaky kiss on my temple, “I know.”

He scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom, laying me on the bed, before tucking me under the covers. Not letting go of my hand, that gripped him so tightly I don’t know how he didn’t complain. I heard him dialling a number.

“Who are you calling?” I slurred.

“Someone to come and help you,” he responded swiftly.

“Mhmm,” I could only muster in response.

His thumb rubbed circles up and down my hand, “I’m going to stay right here okay?” he comforted, “can you still hear me?”

“Don’t go,” I whispered, feeling quite pathetic but not self-conscience enough to care.

“No I’m staying sweetheart,” he squeezed my palm in his, “I’m staying.”

My eyes fluttered open as my head lazily lolled to one side, “I’m dizzy,” I groaned, not remembering if I’d mentioned already.

“I know,” Grayson whispered, a hand pushing my hair out of the way, “I know.”

“Can I rest my eyes?” I asked him, closing them anyway.

“No, you can’t go to sleep,” he told me.

“No just rest my eyes…” I trailed off, pausing for a long while, my train of thought wavering, “…to stop the spinning.”

“Squeeze my hand every three seconds then,” he said, “so I know you’re awake.”

“Deal,” I barely managed to whisper before I felt the need to increase my breathing rate. It felt like there wasn’t enough oxygen in my system.

I squeezed his hand every three seconds, just about keeping track of the numbers. But with every squeeze I could feel myself growing weaker and weaker, like all of my energy was being drained slowly and mercilessly. The only thing that kept me from closing my eyes was Grayson’s gentle touches. His soft fingertips trailing over my face, tracing the contours or drawing spirals on my upper arms and neck.

I opened my eyes for a moment, when the darkness was just as bad as the light, when I felt dizzy no matter whether my eyes were closed or open. Things blurred and cleared, darkened and became normal again over and over and over. Until, a piercing ringing coursed through my ears and everything other sound seemed to be submerged under water. I knew what that meant I was close to.

“Gray,” I murmured shakily.

“Yes?”

“I’m going to pass out,” I told him, a single tear trailing its way down my cheek, “I can feel it.”

I knew the signs well enough and every sign was pointing that way.

“It’s okay,” he said, positioning himself behind me, so my back was pressed against his torso and he could support my head, “I’ve got you.”

“I don’t want to pass out,” I sobbed, black spots dancing across my vision in mockery.

The worst part is always before you passed out because when you’re out you feel and remember nothing. But before, you know what’s coming and you know you can’t stop it.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he mumbled into my hair, slowly, comfortingly, “you’re safe, if you need to pass out, you can and your body will, whether you like it or not.”

My hands were shaking, fingers rocking back and forth, bumping into one another clumsily, “I’m scared,” I said between uneven breaths.

I grabbed Grayson’s forearm to attempt to still them, my fingers so brutally desperate in their clinging that they constricted his blood flow. No matter how many times I’d passed out,, I always felt just as scared.

“You don’t need to be scared,” he soothed gently, “I’ve got you, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

“You promise,” I panted, looking up at him, chest rising up and down harshly.

“I promise,” he leant down and planted a sweet of kiss on my nose.

I kept looking up, until his gray eyes clouded with dark spots, until calm expression replaced with an endless see of nothingness, until the whisperings of sweet words ceased. My breathing was heavy, growing heavier by the second and then… then there was black.

***

I felt thick and heavy with drowsiness. My body felt so weighted it ached. My back was against the mattress, my head flat on the pillow, I was anchored to my bed. The covers had been adjusted to just under my neck and I could feel someone’s hand in mine.

I winced as I opened my eyes, the light attacking them too viciously. Immediately Grayson dimmed it down, holding my cheek tentatively in his palm.

“Hey sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing my forehead.

“Gray?”

He traced a soft thumb over the bone where my eyebrow sat as he asked, “how are you feeling?”

“Tired,” I mumbled, stifling a yawn.

“Here,” he said gently, “have some water.”

Slowly he helped me prop myself up, his hand pressed up against my back, the other tipping the glass towards my lips. I swallowed, the water feeling odd against the dryness of my throat.

“How long was I out for?” I coughed.

“Only a bit,” he said, laying me back down, “the doctors have come and gone, they say you’ll be okay with some rest.”

“Why did I pass out?” I asked tiredly, “do they know?”

“You hadn’t taken your iron tablets in three days,” Grayson explained, cocking his head towards my table.

I glanced to my bedside and gasped. Three days worth of unconsumed tablets sat there. I never usually forgot, one day maybe but three whole days. That was unheard of. Guilt permeated me, all the stress I’d probably put Grayson under could’ve been entirely prevented.

“I must’ve forgotten,” I sighed leaning deeper into my pillow, “work has just been so hectic lately and-“

“Hey, hey, hey, I didn’t tell you to worry you, I told you so you wouldn’t overthink what was wrong,” he said softly, “but it’s okay, you’re okay, that’s all that matters.”

“But it’s not okay because it’s all my fault,” I bursted into tears, the shock wave of random emotion leaving me senseless, “I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you I wasn’t fine and then I just passed out and that probably really stressed you out and I could’ve stopped all of that if I’d just taken the stupid tablets.”

“Sweetheart,” he pressed a palm flat on my chest, “breathe, it’s okay.”

His voice was the constant in my current of chaotic overthinking. This had happened before many times, my low iron deficiency had always been an issue, but even the very first time I’d passed out he was so much calmer than I’d expected.

He kept calm for me.

“God I feel like an idiot,” I choked out a pathetic laugh, wiping my eyes roughly with the back of my hand.

“You’re not an idiot, love,” he soothed, taking my hand gently into his and replacing with with the pad of his thumb, as he gently wiped away the tears that were left, “it happens.”

“It shouldn’t happen,” I shook my head defiantly.

I don’t forget things. I never forget things.

“Hey,” Grayson said, “look at me, you’re fine, I’m fine and that’s all that’s important.”

He held my face in his palms and looked at me like I meant the world.

“I’m sorry,” I let the weight of my head fall into his hands, taking the ache from my neck.

“Don’t apologise,” he said, “there’s no need for you to, just relax.”

I closed my eyes, his palm warm and comforting against my cheek. His fingers found their way to the top of my head, soothingly running through my hair over my scalp.

“Do you want me to get in with you?” he asked.

I nodded sleepily and watched as he slipped into the bed beside me. I was quick to snuggle close, intertwining my legs with his and burying my face into his chest. I inhaled and exhaled slowly.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he whispered in a low voice in my ear as his arms curved around my waist.

“Tired,” I mumbled.

“It’s okay,” he ushered, “you can go to sleep.”

“What if you go?” I asked, like a child.

“I won’t, I promise,” Grayson said, “I’ll stay here with you.”

I smiled to myself, and squeezed his arm, “I love you,” I murmured, “so much.”

“I love you too sweetheart,” he planted a kiss on the top of my head, “more than this world. Get some rest now.”

So I shut my eyes and fell longingly into sleep’s arms.

a/n: hope you enjoyed guys, sorry I haven’t posted much 💖💖

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ʙʟɪᴛᴢᴏ

At first, Blitzo started to think that you were joking about this ' challenge ' that you had stumbled upon up in the human realm. Since Blitzo loved a good challenge, he couldn't help himself from participating.

" No Nut November? " Blitzo snickers before continuing, " Who do you think I am, ( Name )? I can last more than a month without cumming. Hell, I could even last a whole year if I really wanted to. "

I could imagine him boasting to you about how he's going to win the challenge and how easy it is for him to not cum, but not even a week in, he's struggling a bit. It doesn't make it any better how you accidentally tease him.

He can't even stare at you for too long. Seeing you come back into the I.M.P building, covered in blood with your uniform clinging to your skin, Blitzo immediately looks away from you and takes a deep breath.

He tries not to be obvious about it, but whenever you walk past him or sit next to him, he would have to move a little further from you. Blitzo even has to temporarily cancel his agreement with Stolas to avoid the prince from seducing him.

Stolas doesn't make his situation any better, either. He will send Blitzo erotic pictures and voice messages of him. It's a struggle to not jerk off to the prince and a huge challenge for Blitzo when Stolas starts to call him.

With Blitzo being a week in, he fails. He called you into his office and straight up told you to give him a blowjob. You could see his raging erection through his pants, and while you would have normally said yes, you turn him down.

The imp begins to beg you to do something to him. Anything. He was a complete wreck by the time you got to the office. You do end up reliving the poor thing, but not with the way he would want.

You give him a handjob.

You make sure to take your sweet time as you jerk him off, hearing him growling and mumbling underneath his breath, demanding you to go faster.

By the end of it, he came on his desk, staining his paperwork and making a mess. When you were finished, Blitzo quickly pulled you up onto his lap. You could hear his strangled and harsh breaths against your neck.

Fuck, you could even feel his cock right up against your ass.

" You aren't going anywhere until you help me fix this mess. I don't give a fuck if the others hear us or if they come in. You started this, now help me clean it up. "

ᴍᴏxxɪᴇ

The idea of N.N.N. came to Moxxie because of Millie. The two of you had been planning to do this to Moxxie for a while now. When telling him about the challenge, he was extremely flustered. Was this going to mess up with his work, and was it going to make him lose time on the tasks assigned to him by Blitzo?

" Millie, ( Name ) I don't know if we- I can do this.. This ' challenge ' sounds concerning, to say the least. It is too much of a risk for us to do so, and we would be wasting time. "

" Aww, come on, Moxxie!" Me and ( Name ) had been waiting for the perfect moment to try this out, and now we got the opportunity. Come on, let's just try it at least once. "

Moxxie sighs, rubbing the side of his face. He had been thinking about it. He sighs, " Alright... I'll do it. "

" Oh my goodness, yes! Thank you, Moxxie!~ " Millie gives a small kiss to Moxxie's cheek, causing the white-haired Imp to blush slightly. You give the imp couple both a kiss on the cheek before going back to the work that Loona forgot to do.

The challenge wasn't that hard for Moxxie.. well, until his boss started to make lewd comments around him, trying to make him slip up.

Millie teased him a bit, but not that much. She would always whisper what she was going to do to him once the day was done, and it was driving him insane.

" Damn, Moxxie. Is that a boner or are you happy to see me? "

Moxxie looks down at his crotch to see that he was getting a boner from just the thought of his wives. He quickly gets up and bolts into the bathroom, hearing Blitzo burst out into laughter.

While you on the other hand, would sometimes walk past him, letting your tail brush against his leg, and sometimes, letting your hand trail down his inner thigh, making the poor imp flustered as hell.

You would also tell him what you and Millie are going to do to him, which would only make his erection more visible. Moxxie is able to keep his composure and beat the challenge. Millie was quick to take you and Moxxie to bed.

When she finally got her hands on him, she had him pinned against the wall, giving him a few hickeys here and there. She takes him to bed and strips him, and the both of you begin to pleasure him.

Millie explained to him that he was going to get a huge reward for being such a good boy. Moxxie, who currently had a hard-on and was horny as hell, wanted his 'reward' as soon as possible. Seeing the two of you with two large strap-ons really does something to him.

" Fuck.. Please, I want to feel the two of you inside of me. Please, let me have my reward. "

ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇʀ

Asking Striker about participating in N.N.N was easy enough. He seemed a little confused by its concept at first but quickly agreed to do it. He even teased you a bit, never expecting you to suggest something so lewd and scandalous

" You want me to not get off to nothin' for a whole month? " He asked you, " Ya know what that means, right? That means you won't be allowed to get me off neither. " Striker has a grin of his face as he saw your face heat up with embarrassment.

" Well yeah, I guess... Sure.. " You grumble before going back to what you were doing. Striker knew that you were going to tap out long before he would. This was going to be fun... for him at least.

The challenge was easy for him. All he had to do was bury himself in a fuck-ton of work, assassinating, and not let his mind wander off. If it did, he'd just think about his job and nothing else.

You, on the other hand, weren't fairing too well. You weren't used to having to deny yourself from your lovers' touch. So when Striker would brush against you or give you a kiss, it made you hot and bothered. You missed him.

Even though he was there with you every day, he was working his ass off to avoid getting aroused. And he did a pretty good job of it. You, on the other hand, didn't. You had no idea how you were going to last a whole month without sex.

As sad as it sounded, you did your best to pleasure yourself without him catching you. When he would go off to work you'd sneak away into the bedroom and fuck yourself with the dildos he gave you. You even got the one with his cum still on it, you were that desperate.

He noticed you acting more needy lately. Striker wasn't stupid. He knew what you were doing while he was gone. He wanted to catch you in the act.

His schedule was empty, so instead, he was going to sit back and let you do the work. You were already in your shared bedroom, laying on the bed.

Striker had come into the room to see you with your legs spread wide and a dildo shoved inside of you. You didn't even realize that he was in the room, too lost in your lust. The loud sequencing noise echoes and merges with your soft moans.

" Well, well. What do we have here?" He smirked, " I wonder where this came from? " Striker chuckled as he made his way over to you, causing you to jolt up in surprise. Before you could even cover yourself up, Striker had pounced on top of you and pinned you down onto the bed.

" Couldn't wait a month without me having a bit of fun?" Striker cooed as his tail snaked its way over to your discarded sex toy, " Maybe I should punish you for breaking our little deal. " He chuckled, pulling the toy from out of you.

" You'll like that, won't ya? "

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꒰ pairing ꒱ ringo starr x reader

꒰ summary ꒱ you’re a reporter’s assistant on your very first real assignment, delivering things to the band during a long press day. you didn’t expect him to smile at you. or to ask your name. or to remember it the next day.

꒰ note ꒱ i love him so much siighh

You were just there to deliver the sandwiches.

That was it. Your whole job. Get the press packets in before noon. Make sure the photographers didn’t spill tea on the rental equipment. And, crucially, bring sandwiches to The Beatles.

Not even for The Beatles, really. For the reporter you worked under. He was inside the suite already, talking at them about trends and music and something about their accents being “marketable.” Your job was to knock on the door, slide the paper bag in, and leave.

That was it.

You did not expect the door to open early.

Or for a mop of floppy dark hair to appear under a pair of soft blue eyes.

Or for him to blink at you like you were the one who wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Alright?” he asked, and leaned against the doorframe like this happened all the time. “You bringin’ snacks or somethin’? I smell food.”

You blinked.

Then stared down at the brown paper bag in your hand. “Er-yeah. Sandwiches. Um, one chicken, one egg, and I think one’s ham and tomato, unless it got mixed up with the manager’s again, in which case…”

You trailed off.

Ringo Starr was looking at you.

Looking at you and smiling.

“Well,” he said, stepping back with a sweep of his arm, “far be it from me to stop a sandwich deliverer. You’re a hero, you are. Come in.”

You shook your head quickly. “Oh, no, I’m not-I’m not supposed to. I just give them to someone and go.”

“Scandalous,” he said, deadpan. “You tease us with lunch and vanish? Who trained you?”

That made you laugh, too loud, a bit startled, and it surprised you. You hadn’t expected him to be funny like that. Not right away. Not so off-the-cuff and dry.

“Sorry,” you muttered. “Just doing what I’m told.”

“You sound like George,” he said, and then tilted his head. “What’s your name?”

You blinked again.

“…Me?”

“No, the ghost behind you,” he said, then leaned in, hand to his mouth, mock-whispering: “Yes, you.”

You told him your name, hesitantly, sure it would disappear the moment the door shut.

But he nodded like he was saving it for later. “Nice.”

You weren’t sure what to say to that. So instead you said, “Um. Sandwiches. Here.”

“Right.” He took the bag and peeked inside. “You didn’t poison these, did you?”

“…No?”

“Good. Just checkin’.”

And then the moment passed. The door shut. The suite swallowed him up again.

And you stood in the hallway, heart doing strange, unfamiliar things in your chest.

━━

The next morning, you were back.

Only because the same reporter had asked you to be. He’d forgotten his notes and needed someone to drop them off. You weren’t even supposed to go up. Just leave them at the front desk. But the concierge had smiled and said, “Oh, they’re still upstairs. Suite 4B.”

Which meant you had to take the lift again. Past the same long hallway. Past the security.

You knocked softly, just once.

You weren’t sure why you expected the same thing to happen.

But you did not expect him to open the door again.

Or for his face to light up.

“There you are!”

You blinked. “…Sorry?”

“I thought I dreamt you. Y’know, bringin’ us food and all. Like a sandwich angel.”

You laughed before you could stop yourself. “I don’t think angels get paid minimum wage.”

He grinned. “Still. You’re back. Which means fate, or somethin’.”

“…Or my boss forgot his notes.”

He shrugged. “Still fate.”

He took the envelope from your hand, but didn’t go back inside right away. He looked at you again, this time with a bit of hesitation, like he was trying to work something out.

“D’you wanna come in for a minute?”

You blinked. “Um-don’t you have interviews?”

“Yeah,” he said, with the same casualness someone might say “Yeah, I’ve got laundry.”

“I don’t think I’m allowed to-”

“Oh, right. Rules.” He scratched his head. “Well. D’you want a tea, then? I’ve got one on. Paul won’t drink it, says I make it too strong.”

You weren’t sure what possessed you to say yes. Maybe it was the way he looked at you like you were already welcome. Maybe it was the fact that he’d remembered your face.

Or maybe it was because you hadn’t been offered tea in weeks without someone expecting you to file something afterward.

You nodded.

He stepped aside.

The tea wasn’t good.

You told him so.

He laughed so hard he nearly choked on it.

“Good. I didn’t want to share anyway.”

The others were still inside the suite, you could hear them. Paul’s voice going a mile a minute, John laughing too loud, George’s low murmur, someone from the press trying to talk over all of them. Ringo led you to the quieter side room, out of view, and plopped down on the couch with his mug.

You sat in the armchair.

“I didn’t think you’d remember me,” you said, before you could stop yourself.

He looked at you, brow raised. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You shrugged. “You meet thousands of people.”

“Doesn’t mean I forget the nice ones.”

You blinked at that. All you did was bring their lunch...

He sipped his tea, then added: “Besides. You brought lunch! That puts you miles above most of the journos in this place.”

You smiled. Looked down. “I was nervous.”

“Still are, a bit,” he said, not unkindly. “You do that twitchy thing with your hands.”

You looked down again. Your fingers were indeed twitching.

“I get like that too,” he said. “Especially when they all stare at you like you’re a statue or somethin’. Weird, innit?”

You nodded.

He watched you for a moment. “Well, I’m glad you’re here.”

You looked up, surprised. “Why?”

He shrugged. “You don’t talk to me like I’m a headline.”

“I don’t think I’m qualified to talk to you at all.”

He laughed. “That’s even better.”

━━

It kept happening.

By accident at first. Or at least that’s what you told yourself.

You’d be walking past the corridor, and there he was. Sitting on the edge of a low table, swinging his feet, sipping tea he never finished. He’d look up, beam like the sun cracked through a cloud, and say:

“Hello, you.”

You started keeping a spare cup in your bag, just in case he offered to make tea again. (He always did.) It was horrible every time. But it was yours. His and yours. In that echoing press-tinted suite, between recorders and flashbulbs, his half-whispered jokes and offhand glances were the only quiet things you had.

And he never got your name wrong. Not once.

The first time you brought lunch again, he opened the bag, looked inside, and then up at you.

“What’s this, then?” he said. “Spoilin’ me.”

You smiled. “Just leftovers.”

“You’re tellin’ me someone didn’t want this sandwich? In this economy?”

You laughed. “Eat the sandwich, Ringo.”

He grinned, tore the paper, and took a dramatic first bite.

“…Alright. You win.”

A pause.

Then, like it was nothing: “D’you eat yet?”

You blinked. “Not yet, no.”

He scooted over on the couch and patted the spot beside him.

“Well, go on then. I can’t be the only one chokin’ on crumbs.”

So you did. Right there in a posh hotel room, shoulder barely brushing his, half-wrapped sandwich in your hand, trying not to stare at the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, or the smudge of whatever it was on his chin.

(You handed him a napkin. He missed and wiped it with his sleeve instead.)

━━

And so it went.

You’d bring papers. He’d ask what book you were reading. You’d make a passing joke. He’d remember it a week later and bring it up like it was your shared secret.

Once, he looked over at you in the middle of a pause between interviews, with Paul making jokes to the press and John trying to balance a spoon on his nose, and he said, quiet-like:

“Thought about you yesterday.”

Your heart kicked.

He looked back at his tea.

“Just for a minute. But it was a good minute.”

You smiled, shy and stunned.

“…What were you thinking about?”

He shrugged. “Dunno. Just how you laugh sometimes. You do this little thing where your nose scrunches. It’s funny.”

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but George interrupted, calling him over.

He stood, gave you a wink, and mouthed: Good minute.

It wasn’t until the end of the week that it happened.

Another press day. Endless flashbulbs, tape reels spinning like clocks. You’d been running errands, mind buzzing, head down. You didn’t notice him until the elevator doors slid open.

He was already in it.

“Oi! Just in time.”

You stepped in without thinking. “Didn’t know I had a deadline.”

“Now you do. I’ve decided.”

You smiled, glancing down at your hands. Your knuckles were red from carrying too much. Your eyes ached.

He noticed. Of course he noticed.

“Busy one today?”

You nodded. “Lots of running around.”

“You always look knackered by the end of it. You should sit down more.”

You gave him a look. “I’ll sit when I’m dead.”

He grinned. “Morbid. I like it.”

The elevator hummed as it rose. You leaned back against the wall, just breathing.

He watched you quietly.

Then:

“What’s your favorite sound?”

You turned your head.

“…What?”

He looked at you. Earnest. Tilting his head a little. “Sound. Y’know. Something little. Not like music. Just... something that makes your chest go soft.”

You blinked. That wasn’t a question people asked. Not in your world, anyway.

You thought for a moment. “Rain on windows. At night. When you’re warm inside.”

He grinned, big and genuine.

“Rain on windows,” he repeated. “God, that’s lovely. I’m nickin’ that.”

“You asked.”

“And you delivered.” He bumped your shoulder gently. “Fair trade.”

The lift opened. He left with the rest of them. You stayed behind a moment, staring at the space he’d been in.

Rain on windows.

You didn’t see him the next day.

Or the one after.

You told yourself it didn’t matter. It was always chance anyway. You weren’t part of their world. You were just a helper in the wings, holding sandwiches and papers and late coffees for overworked journalists. You weren’t someone he’d-

But then came the morning after that.

You were in early. Fog outside the hotel. Rain in the air.

You walked past the front desk, arms full of folders, and the concierge called out to you.

“Y/n, sorry, someone left something for you.”

You blinked. “For me?”

He handed you a small, square box. Wrapped in navy paper. String tied at the top. No note.

You stared.

Untied it.

Inside, soft and delicate, was a compact, round little record. A vinyl single. No label. No sleeve. Just the glint of grooves, and a small post-it stuck to the inside of the lid.

“Made it for you. Listen when it rains.”

Your chest tightened.

You turned the note over.

Underneath, scribbled in small slanted print: Good minute. —R.

You didn't get a chance to thank him that day either.

Press madness swallowed everything whole again. But the next time you crossed paths, by the lift, same as before, he looked at you with that soft, cheeky smile.

“So? D’you like it?”

You nodded, a little stunned. “You made that?”

“Went back down to the studio late. Asked the lads to piss off for an hour. Paul’s still whinin’ about it.” He grinned. “Only about a minute of sound, but figured it might make you smile.”

You swallowed. Heart in your throat.

“Thank you.”

He shrugged like it was nothing.

“Wanted to give you somethin’ back. You’re always bringin’ us things. Tea. Sandwiches. Calm, when it’s mad in here.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know.”

A beat passed. You could hear your pulse.

Then he leaned in a little, not quite touching you, voice low.

“Next time it rains,” he said, “put it on, yeah? Think of me.”

“I already do.”

That made him go quiet. His mouth twitched up, then faltered, then steadied.

“Right,” he said. “Well. That’s alright, then.”

You smiled.

He smiled back.

And for a few long seconds, there was nothing else. Just the two of you, close enough to hear each other breathe, the murmur of the hallway gone quiet around you.

Then he added, barely audible...

“Can I… see you again? Properly, I mean. Not just in lifts and hallways. Like… dinner, maybe?”

Your breath caught.

“Yes.”

His grin returned, crooked and boyish and brilliant.

“Good. Great. Grand.”

He cleared his throat, stepped back, still smiling too much to hide it.

“Guess I’ll have to come up with another sound, then.”

You tilted your head.

“Why?”

He met your eyes, steady now.

“'Cause rain’s yours. Gotta find one that reminds me of you.”

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[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Lloyd Hansen

Summary: It's your first week on the job and you find yourself having to deal with a very angry higher up.

Warnings: Power imbalance, Yelling. Please let me know if I missed any.

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You'd survived your first week at the job. It was a nerve-wracking to find out you were the only woman working in the IT department outside of Mr. Pine's assistant. Thankfully the majority of your coworkers were friendly without being inappropriate or condescending. So far you were able to just sit at your desk and do you work.

There's a knock on your cubicle wall and you look up to see Johnny standing there.

“Hey, I need you to take a ticket for me,” he tells you. “I'd do it but I just got pinged by the security measures and that takes priority. Ticket is Hansen-4142. Thanks so much!” Before you can argue he's gone.

Shaking your head you check the ticket. Johnny's not wrong that security takes highest priority and it's not unheard of for technicians to trade tickets. Looking through things it's pretty straightforward. This Hansen person likely tried to update some of the office software and the update messed with their current settings. You get his office number, double check the building floor-plans so you don't get lost, and head up.

Getting off the elevator at his floor the atmosphere is incredibly tense. People are keeping their heads down and trying to make themselves as small as possible. As you get closer to Mr. Hansen's office, you start to understand why. His voice carries and he's clearly very, very angry.

By the time you're right outside his office you're visibly shaking. Part of you wants to run back to the safety of your cubicle and beg one of the bosses to choose someone else. But that wouldn't be professional. It's only your first week, you need to do this and prove yourself to be a good hire. Taking a breath to steady yourself, you knock on the door.

“Get in here!” Mr. Hansen barks.

You open the door, “hello, Mr. Hansen. I'm, um, I'm from IT to fix your computer?”

“Yeah, I figured that,” he bites back. “No one else would be dumb enough to knock on the damn door.”

You nod at his reasoning, “may, I...may I see your computer, Sir?”

He chortles, “It's about damn time the IT department hired someone who knows their place.”

He moves away from his desk and gestures for you to sit. Not wanting to be here any longer than you need, you immediately set about to working. No chit-chat, nothing to give him a reason to yell again. You find yourself getting into the zone, hunting down the needed files, ignoring everything extraneous, and making the changes that are needed.

You think you got everything so you get out of the chair, “please make sure everything is working correctly, Mr. Hansen?”

He gives you a skeptical look as he sits, “that was way too fast to have worked.” You lower your chin to your chest but don't protest. You hear him typing and clicking away for a minute or so. “Huh,” you hear from him. “You're a friggin' maestro.” His tone is more contemplative than anything.

“Do you need anything else, Sir?”

He looks up and seems surprised you're still there. “No. You may go back to the IT caverns.”

Not needing to be told twice you nod and head out. When you're back in the department you see Mr. Syverson and he calls you over.

“Where ya been? Was wantin' to ask you about some of the upcoming projects we got ya assigned to.”

“Oh, Johnny asked me to handle a ticket for him because a security issue came up.”

He freezes at that. “Was it with Hansen?”

“Um, yes, Sir.” You see his face turn red and you're worried you did something wrong.

He takes a breath, “you're not in trouble. You're gonna go finish out that ticket like you're supposed to and I'll talk to you about the projects tomorrow.” You nod and almost run to your cubicle. Behind you, Syverson yells, “Storm! My office! NOW!”

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[slipintobangtan]

Meet me in my office

Genre: Afab! reader x Heesung, smut,

Synopsis: after a one night stand with a handsome stranger you sneak away before he wakes up only to meet him again as your boss at your new job

Smut warnings: nipple sucking, pussy eating

Word count: 7.7k

Thank you @kyunlov for requesting part 2! 💕

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When I woke up it was still dark, I found my phone on the floor with my dress in a crumpled ball. I checked the time, it read 4:30am. Right then I decided that last night would only be a one time thing because I’m still hurt from my ex dumping me a couple days prior. I slipped my dress back on, picked up my heels and tip toed my way to his front door, making sure to be quiet enough not to wake him. I didn’t leave my number and I gave him a fake name at the club, he’ll forget me eventually.

I walked to the nearest convenience store and ordered an uber home, turns out we didn’t live very from each other. I don’t come on this side of town very often, it’s for the more wealthy people so it’s not surprising I’ve never run into him before. As I’m heading home in the uber I noticed about 10 missed calls from Karina and almost 30 text messages. Shit I thought to myself, I got so caught up with him I had forgotten to tell her I was leaving the club. I send her a quick message telling her I’m alive and I’m sorry and that I will call her later, after she wakes up.

As soon as I opened my apartment door I was greeted by my little cat cocoa, named after the colour of her fur. I didn’t bother getting changed, I just dropped onto my bed. I was tired, not even getting under the covers, I grabbed a blanket I had left on my bed earlier and cuddled up to it. Drifting off to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing, without looking at the caller I answered it. It was Karina “where have you been?? I was worried sick last night, are you okay?” After apologising to her and explaining my night to her, she calmed down a little and asked “how hot was mystery guy?” I laughed and replied “oh course that’s what you want to know” she faked shock and giggled “what? you wouldn’t go home with just any random, he must have been really good looking” I smiled remembering how handsome he was. “He was inanely hot but that doesn’t matter, I’ll never see him again” I told her and that ended the conversation about him. She spoke again “well today you should relax, you’re starting that new job tomorrow right?” She reminded me I needed to get my clothes out of my wardrobe and ready for tomorrow. “Yes! speaking of, I’ve got to go get a few things ready for tomorrow, talk to you later” I got my clothes out and packed my lunch for tomorrow. I plan to spend the rest of the day in bed watching YouTube.

Tomorrow comes around and I’m now on my way to the office I will be working at. It’s on the wealthier side of town, my old car stands out like a sore thumb when I pull up in the car park. I walk into the building and head straight for the reception desk telling the lady behind the desk that I’m a new employee and don’t have a key pass yet. She asks for the floor I will be working on, I give her all my details and she tells me Sam, one of the senior employees I will be working with will be down shortly to bring me up. Sam uses his key pass to buzz me through the security gates and takes me up to our floor.

Once I’m in our section of the office Sam introduces me to everyone and says “you’ll be sitting next to Lily, he motions with his hand to an empty desk next to a friendly looking girl. Lily smiles at me “if you need help, just ask me” I thank her and asked her to show me how to do a few tasks assigned to me. By the time Lily has finished teaching me the ropes I hear the other girls in our team start excitedly whispering to each other. I looked over at them and ask them what’s happening, I want to be in on the gossip too. “The boss is here” they replied and I followed their eyes across the room to see the back of a man wearing a very expensive looking suit.

The second he turned his head I almost passed out in disbelief, it was the guy from the club. I saw Sam talking to him and then they made their way over to us. Sam spoke “Mr Heesung, this is our new employee y/n” Heesung looked over at me, he recognised my face straight away then looked confused for a split second. That’s when I remembered I gave him a fake name at the club. A small smirk appeared on his face then quickly disappeared as he reach out his hand to shake my own. He greeted me saying “nice to have you on the team y/n” putting slight emphasis on my name, thankfully no one seemed to notice. Letting go of my hand after holding on a little too long, he smiles over at the rest of the team and tells everyone one to have a great day. Before he leaves he stops and turns his head “y/n meet me in my office when you have a minute, I have a few things I need to discuss with you” I almost shrank into my seat.

After waiting a few minutes I made my way over to his office door, before entering I took a second to compose myself for what was to come. I knocked twice then heard a “come in” from the other side of the door.

As I walked in he told me to take a seat. He was sat behind his desk, his suit jacket now draped over the back of his chair. After I sat down he stood up and walked around his desk to stand behind me “So y/n” he used the fake name I gave him. I felt strong hands placed on my shoulders, he leaned down and whispered in my ear from behind me. “Is there anything you would like to tell me” he said in a low tone.

I stopped and thought for a second, this is my new workplace, I need to be somewhat professional. I started “Mr Heesung” he stopped me “Heesung is fine, we know each other better than that don’t we” he said, one side of his lips lifting up in a small smirk. I continued “okay Heesung, I’m sorry I gave you a fake name when we met, you were a stranger in a club” he stared at me, his eyes telling me to continue. “I didn’t think I would see you again, let alone run into you here of all places” he still didn’t look satisfied, slowly snaking his hands down my arms until his hands reach my own, he grabbed hold of each of my hands and leaned down into my ear again. “Is there anything else you would like to apologise for y/n” he said using my real name now.

A tiny gulp made its way down my throat “I’m sorry I left before you woke up” I answered him, he was quick to retort back “you remember now” he paused for a second and then continued “ I thought I would have to jog your memory” His lips now dangerously close to my neck, lightly brushing against my skin “that was very naughty of you y/n” he said turning my chair around so I was now facing him. He stood closer to me placing his hands on each arm of the chair I was sitting on “I think you should make it up to me” one of his hands reached up and gently l took hold of my chin. “Can you think of a way to do that” memories of the other night flashed in my head, I suddenly felt hot thinking about how good he felt that night.

Looking at him I lightly tugged on his suit tie bringing him closer to my face, the familiar smell of his cologne again pulling me in more. “Do your lips still taste like strawberry” he asked me, egging me on. I pulled his tie closer until our lips connected, like waves crashing into each other. With his hands now entwined in my hair I grabbed a handful of his dress shirt. I was still sitting down, he scooped me up by my thighs and carried me over to his desk, placing me on top of it. Remembering my weak spot, he started sucking on my neck hard and rough this time, I was sure he would leave a mark but I didn’t stop him. His sucks became lighter, his tongue leaving a wet trail towards my chest.

His hands started unbuttoning my dress shirt, taking longer than he would like to come undone, he ripped the last button off. My bra now on display, he pulled it down, gaining access to my bare chest. He ran his thumb over my nipple before taking my other breast into his mouth. Running his tongue over my nipple in circles, occasionally giving it a little nip with his teeth.

His hands moved to my skirt, hiking it and removing my panties. Then positioning me on the desk where he wanted me, my elbows wresting behind me as I leaned back further on his desk not worrying about the papers and pens I pushed aside. He took hold of my legs and placed them over his shoulders, peppering kisses all the way up my thighs until he reached my now wet pussy. Holding onto my thighs he slowly licked the entrance of my pussy almost teasing me, his warm wet tongue already driving me insane. He continued, pushing his tongue into my pussy until he was completely inside, finding his way to my clit with ease. I grabbed hold of his hair as I felt him flicking his tongue up and down, playing with my clit. My eyes rolled back in my head when he started sucking on it, the pleasure almost unbearable.

I know he could feel my legs slightly shaking, he could tell I was almost at my limit. But he pulled back before I could finish, stood up and took my chin between his thumb and index finger. I looked up at him in a daze from being edged like that. He looked at me and said “that is your punishment for being naughty y/n” I liked the way my named sounded coming out of his mouth. He fixed his suit tie back into place and gently pulled me down off of his desk. With a small smile he spoke again very composed. “That is all, you may leave my office now” I scrambled to put my clothes back on, hurriedly walking to his office door, making sure to cover the hickey on my neck with my hair, praying my lips don’t look swollen.

Once I made it back to my desk I calmly sat down and took a deep breath. Lily looks overs and stares at me for a second before asking “did you lose a button” I pretended to only just notice and reply “oh, it must have just fallen off” then turned to my desk and thought to myself, this is my first day here, how long will I last with him as my boss.

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[atomicami]

the perfect fit

model!abby anderson x fashion designer!reader

- summary: it’s the start of your new job working for armani as a fashion designer, and your first assignment is to design and create a suit for an upcoming runway event. despite the fact that you can’t stand your chosen model, you also can’t help but find her very attractive too.

- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, nyc living, reader has a degree in fashion design, reader is a bit of a perfectionist, model!abby, abby’s a little cocky, work sex, fingering & strap usage (r!receiving), abby refers to her strap as her cock, size kink, and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything

- author’s note: so i was highly inspired by this abby x model!reader fic that i decided to try to write out a fic of my own with this new pairing!! i hope y’all like it :)

also dedicating this one to my girl @whore4abby ily darling 🤍

New York City was always known to be the place where one’s dreams were meant to fly as high as the skyscrapers that rose in its urban atmosphere. It was known to be the perfect capital city for all professions, including fashion.

Living in New York had always been the dream for you, and although you were now residing there for school, you weren’t exactly fulfilling your dreams just yet. So when you had called your parents one day to break the bad news to them, you knew that they weren’t going to be on board with your sudden change of plans.

“You’re switching majors? But why?” your dad asked through the phone. “I thought you wanted to study law.”

No, you didn’t. Your parents had been telling everyone they knew in your small town that you were going to major in law after high school and become the best lawyer to walk the streets of New York, and as a result, you couldn’t help but select that major just to please them.

“I don’t, Dad…If you had listened to me in the first place, you would know that I never wanted to do that,” you tell him.

“Well, that’s alright, law school isn’t for everyone now.” your dad told you before continuing. “What are you going to study instead? Medicine? Psychology? Business?”

You took a deep breath before continuing. “Fashion design…” you mutter back to him.

You can already imagine the outburst he was going to have. It was almost as if you could feel the anger bubbling within him through the phone.

“Fashion?! Are you seriously out of your mind?!” your dad exclaimed back at you. His reaction was so uncalled for that you had to take him off of speakerphone.

And after a long lecture from him later, he simply told you that he wasn’t going to pay for your tuition anymore before hanging up the phone.

Even though you were expecting that kind of reaction from your parents, your father more specifically, you still couldn’t help but feel so…discouraged. You’ve been wanting to be a fashion designer ever since you were little, and your parents’ lack of support did nothing but steal your happiness in fulfilling your dreams.

But at the same time…you felt determined to prove them wrong. You wanted to show them that you weren’t making this change just take the easy way out, you were doing it because you’ve been wanting to pursue this career your whole life. You wanted to show them that you were meant to be working in a fashion studio, not a courtroom.

Fast forward to now, and you’ve graduated from Parsons at the top of your class with a fashion degree, only to soon land a job working as a fashion designer at one of Giorgio Armani’s establishments right here in New York City.

Once the first day of your new job came around, you needed to give the best impression there, making sure to arrive before your boss did. After all, if it weren’t for Tess selecting you as one of the potential candidates as a fashion designer for that establishment, you’d probably still be job hunting by now.

You sat at your desk, eyeing the surroundings of the large studio you were in at this moment. All of the fabrics, mannequins, tools, and machines just waiting to be used. It still felt like a fever dream to you.

The sound of the opening doors of the warehouse startles you, causing you to and some of the designers in the studio to turn around, while the others are still chattering.

Tess walks into the studio and stands in the middle of the room before bringing everyone’s attention. “Alright everyone,” she shouts with a loud clap of her hands, causing the rest of the room to quiet down. “I have decided to put you all in charge of creating the looks for Armani’s upcoming winter fashion show. Each of you will be given a model to work on, and you are welcome to create whatever you’d like, as long as it meets the requirements for the show.”

“But, isn’t the winter fashion show only a month from now?” one of the designers asked.

“Yes, Yes it is, actually,” Tess replies with a nod. “So I expect to see the best work done by you all within the time being. I’d like to see how well my designers can work under pressure.”

You let out a sigh in frustration and held your face in your hands. How the hell were you going to have a look ready in just a month?

Tess checks the time on her watch before looking up at the clock for reassurance. “The models should be arriving any minute now, once they get here I’ll be assigning them out to everyone, and we’ll start today off by taking their measurements and sketching out designs. When you are finished, I—“ Her words are cut off by the sound of the warehouse doors opening again.

You look over again with the rest of the designers to see another staff member enter the room with a variety of models trailing behind her in a single file line. She then approaches Tess to talk to her for a brief moment before soon exiting the warehouse by herself. “Alright everyone,” Tess shouts out again, looking down at the clipboard that was in her hands. “When I call out your name to your assigned model, I would like you to stand up from your desk so they know who you are.”

As Tess begins to assign the models, the sound of a chair swiveling over to your left makes you turn your head, and you see that it was Dina scooching closer to you. “See anyone you might like?” she whispers over to you, her eyes still fixed on the line of models in the room.

“I honestly could care less about who Tess puts me with,” you whisper back to her, leaning back against your chair and crossing one of your legs over the other. “As long as they don’t give me a hard time, I should be good.”

Dina nods in response, she opens her mouth to respond but is cut off by the sound of Tess calling out your name. As a result, you rise from your seat and stand behind your desk.

“You’ll be working with Anderson as your model,” she tells you, and you watch as Tess looks over to your model and points at you, indicating her to walk over to where you were.

Intimidation strikes through you as she approaches your desk. You can’t really put your finger on it, but from the first impression, you’re quite convinced it's because of her broad figure that stood out from everyone else. You look over to Dina, to which she looks back at you and simply mouths a ‘good luck’ on your end.

Tess soon does a quick check around the room, making sure each designer has a model to work with. “Alright, now that everyone has an assigned model, you can all get started. Remember now, the winter show is a month from today, so I hope you can all make the best use of your time.” and with that, she exits the studio, leaving you and the rest of the designers to be.

Abby has her side resting against your desk, watching you draw out some looks on your sketchbook. “Just so you know…” she starts, leaning in closer to your right side. “I’m like, the biggest model here, so don’t be surprised when you run out of fabric for that pretty outfit you’ve planned out for me.”

You look over to Abby and roll your eyes before setting your pencil down and opening the side drawer of your desk. “Yeah, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” you tell her as you take out the soft tape measure from your drawer and stand up from your seat. “Come on, let me take your measurements now.”

Based on that first interaction alone, you knew that Abby was going to be a distraction for your project, and boy you were right.

This past month has felt like hell for you, and Abby’s cocky, conceited persona wasn’t making it any better for you.

Things were fine at first, at least enough for you to manage. But it wasn’t until the second fitting that she’s been starting to really get on your nerves.

The fitting room in the Armani establishment was spacious, each designer/model pair had their spot to do the fittings and make any adjustments if needed.

Abby walks over to your side of the fitting room fully dressed in her runway outfit. You had beautifully created a navy blue suit that complimented her freckled skin and blue eyes perfectly, and the entire outfit had Swarovski crystals sewn all over the place. It was a timeless and classic look for the show.

It’s a shame that your model has to be so arrogant for the time being.

You look over to her and snap your fingers. “Stand over there,” you tell her, pointing over to the small, round altar that was next to you. Abby simply obliges and stands up on the altar to face you, both of her hands crossed at her front.

You notice this and walk over to her, grabbing at her hands. “I need your hands at your sides, you’re a model, not a security guard.” you tell her sternly, separating her hands so each one is at her side. You then sit down on the stool behind you, bringing yourself down to face her lower half so you can check the fitting of her suit pants.

Starting at the bottom of her pants and making your way up, the pants seem to fit well on her so far. Given Abby’s large build, the fit is as snug as can be, but not too tight to where it would make her uncomfortable when walking. If you had made it any tighter, you’re convinced that the fabric might rip.

However, it wasn’t until you look at the waistline of the pants. For some reason, that area looked unusually tighter than it was compared to the last fitting. The zipper on her pants looked like it was going to burst. It’s almost as if she was hiding something underneath…

You tap the side of her thigh to get her attention, causing her to tilt her head down. ”What’s this?” you ask, pointing at the slight bulge that was sticking out of her pants.

She simply smirks back at you and shakes her head. “Wouldn’t you like to know…” she mumbles out, looking back up.

Your eyes were still fixed on her face, and you grabbed at her crotch, causing her to slightly jerk back. You knew damn well what it was that she had in those pants.

“Jesus,” she says, looking back down at you. “Chill out, will you?”

“Take it off,” you tell her sternly, standing back up from the stool. “I’m not going to have my look completely ruined as a result from one of your little games.”

You were close to having an outburst in the middle of the fitting room since you were starting to get some looks from some of the other designers and models in the room, including Dina. It was a good thing that Tess wasn’t there to see it though.

Abby simply rolls her eyes at you and clears her throat before stepping off of the altar and exiting the fitting room to go change. The two of you were being quite immature about this, but you were seriously in need of your look to be perfect for the show, and Abby was keeping you from doing so.

A couple more weeks pass by and before you know it, the day of the show is just right around the corner from now.

Your shift at the studio had just ended, and people were starting to gather their things to leave, while you still sat by your large mannequin, making adjustments and adding touches to your look.

Dina walks up behind you and taps your shoulder, causing you to pull out one of your headphones from your ear and turn around.

“Hey,” she says. “Some of us are going to head out to Dalton’s for drinks. Wanna come with?”

You shake your head in response. “I can’t, I really have to finish this look in time for the show, I have to make sure everything’s perfect.”

You hear her let out a sigh and nod. “Alright well, just don’t stress yourself out, okay?” she asks, gently squeezing your shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” she says, and you nod back at her as you watch her put her bag over her shoulder and exit the studio.

Once she leaves, you notice Tess at walking towards you at the corner of your eye. “Hey kid,” she says leaning against your desk with her arms crossed, keys jingling in one of her hands. “You plan on leaving soon?”

You let out a sigh and turned your head to face her. “Just let me stay a little longer, Tess…I promise I’ll be out of here soon.”

She sighs back and hesitates for a moment while rubbing the back of her neck. “Alright, I’ll give you an hour, but that’s it. I don’t want you spending the night here.” She then gets off your desk. “I’ll see you tomorrow, the doors will lock automatically once you leave.”

You nod in response and thank her before watching her walk away from the dim lighting that shined on your side of the studio. You were instantly relieved to be able to have some time for yourself to work on the suit.

However, that doesn’t last long when another set of footsteps enter the studio and begin to approach you from behind once again.

A large hand grabs at your shoulder, this time causing you to jump up and turn around in fear for a moment before realizing who it is. “Jesus, Anderson…you scared the hell out of me,” you say, trying to catch your breath. “What are you even doing here? Your final fitting isn’t until Friday.”

Abby lets out a chuckle at your frightened reaction and shakes her head. “I just came here to get my car keys,” she says, grabbing them off the shelf where she had left them. “I left them last time I was here.”

You rolled your eyes and stood back up to face your desk and away from her. “Well, now that you have your keys, can you go now? I need to keep working.”

As you were about to put your headphones back on, Abby began to speak once again. “What’s your deal?” she asks you.

You let out a huff and set your phone down before looking back at her. “My deal is that I’ve had to deal with your arrogance this past month and it’s been driving me insane. All I want right now is to have this time to myself so I can finish this suit in time for the show.”

The smirk that was growing on Abby’s face right now was so big you could practically see it from your peripheral vision. She then begins to walk around until she’s behind you on your desk. “It seems like you could loosen up a bit, you know…” she tells you as she slightly leans in closer to your ear, trapping you between your desk and her chest. You could already feel a familiar bulge poking at your lower back. It was that same bulge that you were just grabbing at in the fitting room not too long ago.

You roll your eyes at her in response. “Is that so?” you whisper back to her, just enough so she can hear you. “And what might that be, exactly?”

Her hands make their way down to your waist, grabbing you and turning you around so you are now face-to-face with her. “How about I show you, yeah?” she whispers to you, to which you nod desperately.

Despite how much you couldn’t stand her, you really couldn’t help but be into her at the same time, and not only has she also been aware of it, but she felt the same way with you too.

You feel her hands move from your waist down to the buttons of your pants, and you look down at your lap as a result. “Let’s see what we have here now…” she murmurs, slowly undoing your pants and sliding them off your legs and to the ground. Once your pants were fully removed, she helped give you a boost so you could sit up on your desk.

Abby instantly opens your legs the second your ass hits your desk, immediately eyeing the visible wet patch that was seeping through your black underwear. “Well well well, what do we have here…” she mutters out, hooking a finger underneath your underwear and shifting it to the side, causing your wet pussy to be exposed to her and the cold air of the studio. “This all for me?” she asks, looking back up at you.

All you can simply do is bite your lip and nod as you try to resist the cold air hitting against your pussy. “Fuck, yes, Abs…it’s all for you…” you whine out to her.

“That’s what I thought,” she mutters back. Two of her fingers make their way into your cunt without warning, causing you to jerk back and involuntarily close your thighs shut. However, her other hand makes her way into the middle just in time before you do so. “Nuh-uh, don’t get shy on me now, princess,” she says, forcing your legs back open to stand in the middle. “You’ve been so bold with me this past month, so you’re not backing out of this now.”

Her fingers successfully go into your pussy the second time around, causing a moan to escape from your mouth as a result. Abby’s fingers were huge, to say the least, but they managed to stretch your pussy out so well. There’s no way that your pussy can’t take anything bigger than this.

But what Abby was about to pull out next was going to prove you wrong.

As Abby’s fingers continue to pump inside you, she begins to undo her jeans with her free hand, effortlessly getting them open and slightly pushing them down to her thighs. She then digs that same hand into her boxers and pulls out her black strap-on, causing your eyes to widen at the immense size. She was fucking huge.

“A-Abby…” you stammer out to her, quickly shaking your head. “That—That’s not gonna fit…It’s too—“

“Yes it will,” she says, cutting off your words. “My cock’s gonna fit. You’ll see.”

Her fingers quickly slide out of your cunt, leading you to whimper at the loss. With both of her hands now, she rubs her cock against your folds, collecting some of your wetness before sliding it into your tight hole. The stretch of the strap was a bit uncomfortable at first, but after a moment, you were shocked to see how well your pussy was easily taking it from the tip down to the base. It really was the perfect fit.

Abby smirks as she looks down at the piece of silicone that connected your bodies. “See? I told you it’ll fit,” she mutters out, bottoming out completely inside you. “This fucking pussy was made to take my cock.”

You were already starting to feel dizzy over Abby’s cock nestling inside your pussy. You were desperate for some movement.

“A-Abby…” you whine out to her, squeezing her bicep. “N-Need you t-to move…”

“What’s that, princess? You want me to move my cock?” she asks, to which you nod in response. “Need me to thrust my big cock in that desperate little pussy of yours? Don’t worry, baby, I’ll do just that for you.”

And with that, she begins to slowly thrust inside you. You could practically feel it all within her movements, the girth, the veins, hell, even the tip would kiss at your cervix every time she bottomed out into you.

Abby grabs at both of your thighs, slowly starting to speed up her pace. “I think I can go a little faster now, don’t you think? Your pretty pussy’s already doing so well for me, angel…”

“Fuck, y-yes, Abby…f-faster…” you slur out as you throw your head back in pleasure, gripping both of your hands onto your desk while she continues to thrust inside of you.

One of her hands leaves your thigh and grabs at your jaw, tilting it down to face her. “Look at that now, my girl’s getting so cockdrunk for me…I bet it feels good, doesn’t it?”

Abby’s gaze soon brings down to your chest, smirking once she notices your hard nipples poking through your shirt. She then lets go of your jaw and pulls your shirt up to your tits, watching in awe at the mere sight of them. “No bra?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t take you to be such a slut like that…It’s almost as if you were waiting for this to happen.”

At this point, your brain was losing focus, and you couldn’t figure out what Abby was saying to you right now. Once she sped up her pace again, all you could think about now was getting to your release.

Abby now has her gaze focused on the sight of your pussy, watching as it squeezes and contracts around the strap with every thrust. “Looks like you’re getting close, princess. Are you gonna come for me? Gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?”

“Y-yes, f-fuck! I-I’m getting close…” you whine back to her, leading her to thrust even faster inside of you, your moans soon getting loud enough for them to practically echo inside the whole studio.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak. Your cunt pulsed a few more times around Abby’s strap before cumming completely with a loud moan of her name, causing a white ring to form around it.

As you began to catch your breath, Abby slowly pulled herself out of you, groaning as she saw a thick white string of your cum connecting between your pussy and the tip of her strap before soon breaking. She then ran her fingers through her length, collecting all of your release before soon sticking them inside of your mouth while it was still agape.

After sucking her fingers clean, she pulls them out of your mouth and tucks her strap back into her boxers before putting her jeans back on. You watch as she briefly gets down onto her knees and brings her face into your fucked out pussy, gently licking and sucking it clean, savoring each bit of it as she did so.

Once you were all clean, Abby rose back to her feet, helping you with your underwear and with the rest of your clothes as well. Her hands then moved from the button of your pants back down to your hips, guiding you off of your desk and back on your feet. You stumble a little bit into her at the sudden movement.

“Hey, you okay?” she asks softly, catching you in her arms.

“Y-yeah, yeah I’m okay…just a little worn out.” you pant out to her as you gain back your composure to turn around towards your desk and gather up your things to leave.

“Well, at least let me give you a ride back to your place,” she insists, grabbing her keys off your desk. “It’s already late outside, and I don’t think it’s quite safe for you to be walking around out there at this time.”

You hesitate for a moment at first. You’d honestly hate to inconvenience Abby to give you a ride home, but given that she was the one offering, you didn’t seem to mind too much about it. In all fairness, it was already late hours in the city, and given the damage she’d done to your legs, there was no way you were going to last walking for five minutes down the street. So you end up accepting her offer.

“Yeah, sure…I’m not stopping you, honestly…” you tell her with a chuckle as you put your bag over your shoulder, ready to head out.

You then follow along beside Abby as the two of you exit the establishment and make your way to wherever her car is situated. Abby opens the passenger door to let you in first before letting herself in on the other side. She then starts up her car before merging into the city’s busy roads.

The ten-minute drive flew by surprisingly fast, and before you knew it, she was now parked in front of your apartment complex. She leans in to give you a quick kiss before soon pulling away. “So, I’ll see you on Friday, then?” she asks.

You can’t help but smirk back at her, even though you were biting your lip to hide it. “I’ll see you on Friday, Anderson.” you tell her with a nod before opening the door to let yourself out.

But Abby doesn’t leave just yet. Instead, she makes sure that you get into your apartment safe and sound. Once your lights were on, that was her cue to go.

You watch from your apartment window as she drives back into the busy roads, soon disappearing from your view.

And for the first time this month, you have to admit that you’re now actually looking forward to seeing her again.

a/n: i hope you guys liked this fic!! i might make another part if this goes well?? but aside from that my next fic will be bfm!abby for those who are waiting, i promise 🤞🏼 lmk if you’d like to be tagged for when i post it!!

(also ty for 700, i love you guys 🫶🏻)

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taste of love | chaeyoung x reader

[request] paring: chaeyoung x reader genre: fluff and smut warnings: nsfw (+18), minors dni and not proofread tags: established relationship, top!chaeyoung, soft dom (kinda?), smutty intimacy, not plot just vibes w/c: 4.3k a/n: first time writing idol x reader and second time writing smut!! i love trying new things and i hope it's not too awkward. i also hope the lovely @nr1chaedickrider enjoys it and that the wait was worth it

It’s Friday night. You should be having dinner with your girlfriend at one of those small restaurants with cute decorations and dimmed lights that would become crowded and popular as soon as someone posted about them in social media, but for now are unknown and hidden enough for her to love them. She’s always been the best at finding these secret spots for your dates, like the one you were supposed to be having right now. You have actually been looking forward to it all week, but you had to cancel your plans after you left your boss's office this morning.

It doesn't matter that you've been working late all week on your assigned projects to get everything up to date because your boss needs a detailed presentation of last month’s sales first thing Monday morning. It doesn't matter how much work you've managed to get done ahead of schedule because you're young and that's the way things work. You're here to do your boss's job, be his secretary to then do your actual job . 

When you finally leave the building you see the dark sky and city lights, which means you’re leaving later than usual. You hadn't noticed, but your shoulders, back and neck are tense after the extra hours you've spent in front of the computer ignoring the stress, irritation and hunger you felt. But it's all done, you remember and try to forget about work until Monday.

You sigh and reach into your bag for your phone to call her. Before you can hear the second tone she picks it up but you don’t even give que time to answer. 

“Hey Chae I’m so sorry…” you start apologizing but she cuts you off and you hear her chuckle softly. 

"Baby stop, you've already apologized. I've already told you I'm not upset, I'm just worried because you're overworking yourself and I know you well enough to know that when  you do, you don’t eat properly, among other things. We can have dinner out tomorrow, now just come home, y/n." she says with that gentle tone that she uses when she knows you need some comfort even if her intention was to scold you for your unhealthy working habits. 

“Let me make it up for you. I’ll bring your favorite from that place you like near my work” you offer. 

"Don't worry about it, I've already made dinner. You've had a hard day, so let me take care of you. Come home safely, I'm waiting for you, okay?"  

You do as she says, but you can't help but make a quick stop by the convenience store to buy some strawberries after seeing that the flower shop had already closed. She says she's not upset with you, but you know that she was just as eager as you were to have your special night out.

On your way home, after hearing your girlfriend’s calming voice and knowing she is home waiting for you, you start feeling much better, still the tiredness and the tension of your muscles remains. 

There are some free seats in the subway but right now the last thing you want is going back to a sitting position, choosing to stand near the gates to jump off as soon as the train gets to your spot. The last thing you want to do is to delay even for a few seconds the moment you get home to her. You count the minutes left, the remaining stops and how many songs away you are from her. They are the same as always but at this particular moment it feels as if time is not passing as fast as you need to, making you get to your apartment building so fast you make it to the elevator almost breathless.

When you open the door, the first thing you notice is the strawberry scent from the candle you got her and then you see Chaeyoung. She’s there waiting for you with the biggest smile and her arms ready to wrap you. You stand in front of her and kiss the beauty mark under her lip before locking your mouths in a gentle kiss. After so long it has become a ritual like crossing your face when you get in church. It doesn’t feel like you’re home until you feel her lips against yours. 

Her arms are wrapped around your waist when she whispers “Are you okay?” against your skin before pulling away to look at you while she cups your face with one hand. 

“I’m good now” you say looking into those big dark eyes with sparks on them that resemble stars. “Just tired”. 

The next thing you notice when you come back to your senses after the long awaited kiss is the delicious smell of food cooked by your girlfriend, the table already set, candles everywhere and the ceiling lamp covered with a scarf. The dim light and the reddish shade give a touch of intimacy like those places you like to go to. Seeing how she has made the effort to set this while you were worried that you might have upset her by canceling your date makes you feel really lucky and full of love. From the corner of your eye you can see her smiling brightly. 

As expected, the dinner was delicious yet simple. Chaeyoung is not the most skilled cook but she makes the best dressings and sauces. Like any other night you tell each other about your day and make some plans for the weekend while you both eat the grilled salmon and the salad she has made, but being as hungry as you are you let her do most of the talking. Still you tell her about the awful day you had at work. She knows there is not much she can do besides support you and offer words of encouragement, but she makes sure to let you know so you don't forget that you can always count on her even when she doesn't quite understand what your job is all about sometimes. Sometimes even you don't quite know what you're doing.

After talking for a while with empty plates in front of you and a half-full glass of wine in your hand, it's time to clean up and you offer to wash the dishes. 

“Don’t worry about the dishes, you’ve done more than enough when I should’ve been the one making it up for our canceled date” you sigh, still somewhat disappointed. “Go take a shower”.

“Join me when you’re done” she winks at you teasingly. 

You have probably never cleaned the dishes this fast. 

Intending to join Chaeyoung in the shower, you slip in wearing just your underwear, but just as you did when you entered the house, you find the bathroom with the dim lighting of candles scattered around the place. The room is filled with the faint fragrance of jasmines, subtle, but it is enough to notice its comforting sweetness. An the bathtub has a layer of bubbles covering the surface of the water

She is on her knees at the foot of the tub lighting the last few pairs of candles wearing just her pants and her bra leaving her back tattoo on full display for you to admire. Being too focused with the candles she doesn’t realize you are there until you decide to make your presence known. 

“I should’ve known you’re up to something” you say, unable to hide your smile. 

Chaeyoung then turns around looking at you with those hooded eyes she gets when she drinks, they are not as sparkly as usual but the dozen flames that bathe the wall tiles are reflected in her eyes. Her eyes are the color of rich espresso, with a deep and captivating gaze that draws you in. You lock eyes with hers and it does not take you two much longer to get rid of the remaining clothes and get into the bathtub.

The water is hot and welcoming just like her embrace, she wraps your arms around you when you take the spot between her legs, resting your back against her front. And as soon as you rest your head on her shoulder you can feel the remnants of tension left in your body vanish as you let yourself be taken over by indulging in the delight of the senses. Chaeyoung's soft touch under the water, her velvety voice caressing your ear, the floral aroma is accompanied by the scent of strawberries, the remains of wine dancing in your tongue and the dim light of the candles bathing your skin. 

As her hands are too busy wandering around your body, you take care of feeding her and bring the glass of wine to her lips. In between you can't miss the opportunity to steal a kiss or two. 

The first few kisses are playful pecks you give her as you replace the strawberries with your own lips. Soon those stolen kisses are not enough for her and they gradually escalate into slow, sensual kisses that leave you both breathless. You lazily make out, exploring each other’s mouths like it is the first time, with the same tenderness, but with the confidence of someone who has done this a thousand times before. Now you know each other like the back of your hands. You know the pace that makes her go insane and she knows when is the right time to slide her tongue in your mouth to make you go dizzy.  

The taste of wine and strawberries makes you uncertain of where your mouth ends and hers begins until you follow her movements pushing your tongue between her lips and among the sweet and sour mixture you recognize a hint of Chaeyoung. It's something you cannot explain and you don't even know if it makes sense, but in the same way that she has her own distinct scent that you can distinguish beneath the perfume you are also able to recognize something that is inherently hers when you kiss, no matter if she has chewed gum, eaten chocolate or drank soju before. Not even when she uses a mint candy to mask the rare taste of cigarettes when she's stressed. It is that taste along with the gentle feeling of her tongue caressing the roof of your mouth that is making you feel more lightheaded than the actual alcohol you have been drinking since dinner. she just has this power over you. 

Kisses do not stop. You turn your body slightly to have better access to not just her mouth but her as a whole and tangle your hands in her hair in an attempt of pulling her impossibly closer when there aren't even clothes getting in the way between her smooth, tattooed skin and yours. It is at this moment when you become aware of a different wetness than the water between your legs, is the same wetness you’re also feeling against your ass, letting you know that your kisses have the same effect on Chae as hers do on you. Your move is followed by a soft moan as a result of the pressure you made against her center.

That sweet sound is accompanied by other sounds coming out of both her mouth and yours mixing with the sound of sloppy kisses that are getting deeper and more passionate. Her kisses are becoming hungrier every time and those same hands that once caressed you gently are now griping you with possession. Feeling her sinking her fingers in your skin feels as familiar as the sensation pooling in your lower stomach, like a prelude of what is to come. 

Her left hand moves up to your chest making you gasp against her lips at the sudden feeling of her cupping your breast. Your body reacts to the touch immediately as your nipples stiffen under her teasing thumb and your back slightly arches giving you a glimpse of her wetness one more time making her breath hitches and the kissing stops. 

Your mouths are no longer devouring each other’s but she keeps hers busy by tracing her tongue over your neck to end up nibbling your earlobe before you feel her slightly unsteady breathing just millimeters away from your ear.

“Stop doing that, this is about you” she tells you off. 

Chaeyoung’s warning gets followed by caresses that go up and down your thighs until she gets to your inner thigh squeezing it firmly and forcing you to keep your legs spread for her just for the sake of having you at her mercy since she has no intention of giving you what you crave yet. She wants you to know who is in control now, wants you to know she is going to take care of you and give you what you need. She is in charge and you are completely at her mercy.

It is not something unfamiliar. You both always enjoy a little power game, but that is not what you need now and she knows it. This control doesn’t come from a want of overpowering you but from devotion, she’s willing to take all the weight from your shoulder so you can let yourself go to allow the pleasure to take over you. She is here to provide not to take, you know it and that thought alone makes you feel dizzy and hot. 

Her hands are all over you, left hand wandering around your upper body while the other stays still in your thigh going up and down at a maddening peace. She cups your breasts and teases your nipples. At first she ghosts around them with her fingertips drawing figures on your skin, but as they get hard it gets too appealing not to go further by trapping them between her two fingers pinching them just enough to make your whines hit her ears. Throughout all this, her lips have not stopped placing wet kisses on your neck along with some biting and sucking in all the right spots. 

This is all it takes for her to have you all worked up and desperate for the touch you crave. You are pretty much aware of her touch as your own hands are top of her even when she is the one guiding the movements. You feel how she runs hers everywhere but between your legs where your neglected cunt starts pulsating in need.  

“Please Chae…” you start pleading but it gets caught in your throat as she moves up her hand to run a finger between your folds. 

“I know baby, I can feel it. You’re so wet and ready for me” she cooes without a hint of teasing in her voice, she is enjoying this as much as you. 

Her finger travels up and down between your folds, despite being underwater it moves with ease due to the slickness that has been dripping from your center since the kisses started to escalate. The hand you once had on top of the one she now has between your legs, is tangled in her hair guiding her mouth against yours to capture her lips in a hungry kiss. Those kisses are not enough to silence your moans once her ministrations reach your clit making circles that get progressively smaller tightening the knot that is forming in your lower stomach. 

She switches up the pace and her motions, taking you to the limit but not in a hurry, you are not in the mood for something quick. Today soft and slow is what you both want. It is intimate and passionate like whispering I love you between heated kisses. 

For a moment your mouths part and she pauses to admire the mess she is turning you into. You feel the warmth of your cheeks and the reddish hue tinting Chae's. You probably look like that too, with your hair sticking to your forehead more from sweat than water, with a blush on your cheeks that extends to your ears and your lips looking wet and puffy. 

The break lasts a few seconds, just long enough to remind you that there is a world beyond Chaeyoung's mouth and the feeling between your legs. The room feels warmer, it starts to be overwhealming, you suddenly become aware of the hot water and the sweat on the back of your neck. The smell of jasmine is still present, but it is overshadowed by the smell of her hair that has not yet touched the water. The taste of wine and strawberry in your mouth is still there, but now you can taste her too.  Some candles have already melted. 

Her hand immediately stops, and before you can complain, she shuts you up with a kiss. 

“I want to taste you” she breathes seconds before running her tongue across your parted lips, giving your shivers. 

That's all you need to hear to know what to do, you don't need to be told twice or given directions on what to do. It is one of those things that you have internalized so much that your body executes the action before your brain can process the information. You untangle your limbs and she gives you space as she helps you to reposition yourself. 

When you stand up, you notice the change in temperature hitting your skin. Your nipples stiffen against the cool air just as they do between her hot lips. This contrast feels good especially when you sit around the bathtub with your back against the cold tiles to spread your legs for her. Chaeyoung is in front of you, looking you in the eyes, but it doesn't take long for her to turn her gaze downward lingering on the marks on your neck, the nipples she so loves to savor and the fuzzy scratches on your stomach she has left tonight until her eyes land on your glistening core, with your swollen clit trapped between your puffy folds. It is not a matter of want anymore, you need her. 

The same desire you see in her eyes is what she sees in yours when you have her on her knees ready to devour you and get lost between your legs. Now the water barely covers half of her thighs giving you a delicious view of your girlfriend. Her petite frame, her tattooed arms in full display, the slightly marked muscles of her abdomen, the untattooed hand with freshly cut nails that seconds ago was bringing you to the edge and a little above her perfectly trimmed bush, the tattoo on her hip that nobody but you have witnessed. 

It doesn't matter how many times you have seen her because she always manages to take your breath away and fluster you when she stares at you with that look where love and lust blend together. 

“God... you look so good and so delicious. I love you so much” she says in such an adorable tone that you can't help but giggle. 

“I don't know how you can be cute in moments like this, I love you more” you reply grabbing her hands and pulling her closer to you. 

“I'm not cute” she whines proving that even when she is about to go down on you she can be so adorable. 

She realizes it herself before you tease her further and hides in your neck as you chuckle, but the next thing she does takes you by surprise. When she bites your neck right at your pulse point, a moan comes from your throat. 

Right away, you place her hands on your hips and pull her close, trapping her body between your thighs. Chaeyoung does the rest and gets into the right position to then slide her arms around your legs so that they are over her shoulders. Her slender fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs with possession while yours tangle in her hair tightly, giving away your desperation. 

She presses gentle kisses on your inner thighs, no matter how much she wants to taste you or how much you need to feel her mouth, those are mandatory and they melt you every time. The trail starts down near your knees and as she gets closer to your center those kisses are followed by little nibbles and kitten licks. 

“You taste like soap” she giggles. 

You don't answer her, but instinctively grab the glass that is still full of white wine and spill it on your bare leg, making her gulp. Despite the initial surprise, she reacts swiftly and catches the drops of wine before they reach the junction between your legs. You know she wouldn't let a drop of her favorite wine go to waste, especially if it means tasting it straight from your skin. For some it may be arguable, but for Chaeyoung, wine has never tasted so good to her as it does right now. 

“You're crazy” she whispers before biting you tenderly.

His mouth does not distract you from the hand that dangerously runs its thumb around your pussy making you shudder slightly in anticipation. Soon the touch of her fingers is replaced by her tongue that runs along your slit from your hole to your clit tasting your juices. As you exhale the air that has been caught in your lungs, she inhales the scent of your arousal. 

When you feel yourself getting so close to where you were just moments ago by her just lapping on your juices you know you won't be able to last much longer. She is not much farther away as you can constantly feel the vibration of her moaning against your core just from eating you out. If this goes on you are confident that she might cum just from going down on you and that is incredibly hot. She really enjoys this and you are really taking advantage of her skills, she is just so good at this. 

Chaeyoung knows what she is doing and knows your body better than you do. Tongue flat as she licks your cunt up and down, but hardening the muscle as she strokes the bundle of nerves just before wrapping her lips around it and sucking on it threatening to break the knot in your abdomen. Both of your breaths quicken and get uneven, merging in the air with moans, muffled cursing and the obscene sound of your wetness against her tongue. 

Once again the fingers join in, collecting the spit and slick mess that coats your pussy and drips down your thighs into your ass. It is hot, dirty and lewd in contrast to the softness of her features and the tranquility reflected in her face with her eyes shut as she plays with your juices and intoxicates herself in your scent. The same scent that is now coating the fingers that playfully feel your entrance making a beg to slip in between the moans.

“I need you inside” you plead softly. 

Seconds later she shoves two fingers inside while her mouth focuses on your clit, drawing shapes with her tongue getting hungrier and faster, matching the speed of her fingers as they fill you up and take you closer to the edge. 

Her name is heard coming out of your lips louder and louder, each one of them is followed by a soft echo that screams her name with you again. 

“Chaeyoung…”.

“Right there!”.

“So good”.

 “Don’t stop”.

At your prayers she can only give you what you ask for by making your body go back and forth between the quivering of your limbs and the tightness of your muscles as your back arches in pleasure and your legs lock around her head. As her movements speed up and her fingers reach new spots when they arch inside you, the tension is what takes over your body as you chase your high. 

Your hand pulls her hair burying her face in your cunt while the other finds a place squeezing your breast, trusting that Chaeyoung is there to get you. Feeling your body come over the edge your hips begin to move erratically, to her it doesn't go unnoticed and she says the words that she knows will lead you to where you need to be. Pulling her mouth just inches away from your center she whispers against your sensitive skin as she looks into your eyes that fight to stay open. 

“You’re taking me so well, cum for me now baby”. 

That couple of words followed by her fingers hitting that soft spot inside you as her lips catch your clit is the last thing you needed for the wave of pleasure to wash over your body, finally releasing the tension stuck in your lower abdomen and shutting down your senses for a brief moment. All you feel is the release as your vision fades to black and the sounds around you become a blur. 

Before you can regain consciousness you notice the last few licks as she cleans you up and keeps her fingers inside you so you can ride out the earth shattering orgasm you have just had. She carefully laps up every last drop of cum being careful not to overstimulate you, but even that doesn't stop your legs from shaking before the tension in your limbs dissipates completely. 

You are still panting when you hear her giggling and look down, encountering an image that you can only hope will be burned into your memory. 

You can safely say it is the most erotic thing you have ever laid eyes on in your entire life. Still between your legs you see her face framed by her messy black hair, bringing out even more of the blush on her cheeks that complements her fleshy pink lips coated in your slick as she is grinning. She has the same dark hooded eyes she has when she is starting to get drunk, perhaps she's actually drunk on you.

[starryhyuck]

sherlock. (m) — PATREON EXCLUSIVE

pairing: witch!detective!hyuck x afab!detective!reader

words: 4.9k+

summary: your boss assigns you to the city’s most important case with the incorrigible lee donghyuck as your partner.

genre: angst, smut

warnings: mentions of murder, dark magic, and blood, brief jaehyun x reader, use of magic during sex, fingering, anal play, begging, squirting, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, creampie

this fic is exclusive to the $5 tier on my patreon, which you can access here! below is a tumblr preview

Lee Donghyuck is your mortal enemy.

It sounds dramatic, you know, but it’s true. It’s almost as if the universe created him to spite you. He crawls underneath your skin like no one ever has, and you’ve told Renjun multiple times before that you would jump at the chance to strangle him if there weren’t any consequences attached.

So imagine your hatred multiplying tenfold when you’re both assigned to the same criminal case at work. You’re employed at the supernatural government specializing in investigations against injustices of humans, namely witches who abuse their powers on ignorant mortals that bend to their every whim. You’re one of the top ranking workers in your field, which would be flattering on any other occasion, but not when your competition is Lee Donghyuck.

“Another case closed!”

A pile of folders slam down on your desk, and you raise your eyes to glare at the culprit. His signature grin plays at his lips, leaning down to rest his elbows on your desk as he smirks at you.

“Want to finish my paperwork for me, newbie?”

“I joined the same time as you,” you say through gritted teeth, picking up his folders and shoving them against his chest. “And I don’t care if you’ve closed another case.”

“Oh, you don’t? Because the department sure does. I’m pocketing the hefty bonus they plan on giving me by the end of the year,” Donghyuck chuckles, twirling a pen through his fingers. “Maybe I can take you out to dinner.”

“I’d have to drop dead first.”

“I could resuscitate you.”

“Ah, my two best employees,” Taeyong claps his hands as he approaches you, not sensing the tension between you at all. He doesn’t even scold Donghyuck for bothering you at your desk when his is across the floor, but you suppose your supervisor is used to Donghyuck’s antics by now. “I have the perfect case for you to tackle.”

“Us? Together?” You hiss, appalled by the thought while Donghyuck grins at the proposition.

“Of course. I don’t know why we haven’t gotten you two together already. Combined, you have the best case closure rate in the history of the department. And we absolutely need the best hands on deck for this one.”

You glare at the menace who will evidently become your partner, whispering a spell under your breath while he shrieks from the sudden zap of electricity running up his arm. You smirk in victory and he narrows his eyes at you.

“You know what, I’d be happy to work with Donghyuck. I’m not the type of witch who backs down from a challenge,” you say with a raised eyebrow.

Donghyuck chuckles. “Touché, my lovely detective.”

“Great,” Taeyong says, clapping his hands with a wide grin. “I will let the higher-ups know. I’ll give you both a case debriefing tomorrow.”

Once Taeyong stalks back off to his office, you stand up and rest your hands on your desk, leaning over to hiss at Donghyuck.

“If you even think about messing up this case for me-”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he brushes off with a wave of his hand. “I want this case to be over just as much as you do.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

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[luveline]

i Always want to hear about ur life u never have to ask to post an update on ur own blog

warning for talk of weight please don’t read if you don’t want to!!

So, just a further preface that i think all bodies are beautiful, but also know that fatphobia is soul destroying, and I don’t want anyone reading this to think that I beleive I’m more beautiful now ive lost weight, only that I feel more beautiful and that’s cos of so many things! Please, if I mention one of my feelings, know it isn’t because I think fat people aren’t beautiful it’s just because I have so much like self hatred in my head and it’s quieter now I have recently gone down another dress size, so that’s like four since I started dieting, which is a nice non-scale victory, but also I can see a difference physically in my body and it’s so exciting 😭

it makes me so happy to start wearing new clothes while feeling less insecure, if that makes sense. Like, I’ve recently discovered that I can wear clothes with necklines that aren’t simple t-shirt style to the throat, and it is amazing. I feel so pretty all the time to get to actually express my own taste in fashion without having a voice in the back of my head telling me I look ridiculous, which isn’t to say I’m now perfect but it’s just so different to put on top with little sleeves or to wear a slim fitting shirt. I’m still definitely considered fat I think, or chubby, at least to some people, and I don’t mind that at all, like I know I still have rolls and love handles, but the last 20lbs ive lost had made the most noticeable difference in my appearance. I feel like ive been dieting anf working out for years (I haven’t though only 9 months) and its a tiring process, not fun to be in your head, but also feels at least a bit worth it to get to have a confidence boost? Like!!! And the best part really isn’t so much the aesthetic as the health improvements for me, like taking an hour long walk around the fields and getting home feeling invigorated rather than exhausted, and my hormonal issues improving naturally cos of it is great! I also had a very honest conversation with one of my friends about how much I miss her and talking to her more, and like trying to explain to her why I haven’t been asking to see her as much, and like just getting to know we’re on the same page about so much stuff is such a relief, I struggle to be honest with her and my other friends and I still wasn’t as truthful as I could’ve been about everything, but I guess I used to always think that she was cooler and sweeter and nicer than me, and she is really, but idk I felt like I wasn’t such a terrible evil thing either. also had a different honest conversation. With a different friend and I’m trying to be like less ? not annoying but less frustrating as a person, like to be braver about things, and I think it’s working! work is actually bad!! like idk I keep getting in trouble for things that I can’t actually help. Yesterday I got told off for talking but it was literally my coworker telling me to go back to the pod cos my manager had a dif task for me and my managers manager saw us talking and told me she was gonna start calling me elvis ?? But honestly I can’t own up to feeling miserable about it, I think she just runs out of stuff to do sometimes, or maybe I do deserve a telling off for my two second chat 😭 not even in a sarcastic way cos like she’s my boss right if you see me stealing work time you gotta say something. And then my section leaders anre anlso a little unhappy with me sometimes cos I’m not that good any my job, but I did ask for more hours against my better judgement BECAUSE! I’m finishing university in 1 month and two days, which is scary, but I’m glad it’ll be over, cos I can’t say I like it. Doing assignments gives me a headache!! And then five days after I finish uni I’m going to Manchester to see DJO!! so it’s a great celebration.I have been walking a lot more, and I think it’s really helping. Like even though at work I’m on my feet from clock in to clock out walking around, I think walking outside is really good for me (and everyone of course). It’s like even though it’s such a long walk to get from my house to town, getting over it has widened the world up a little bit, and has stopped my mam from being annoyed with me if I ask her to get me something while she’s shopping.

I honestly think that my hair cut has like transformed me maybe? Like along with the weight loss. Seeing it, I can’t understand why I ever had long hair. It just suits me so much. I’m not great at styling it all the time yet so sometimes it looks like puffy from blow drying but it’s great and the sunshine lately makes it a much lighter colour, like I’m still clearly a redhead but it’s just nicer lately. I think I really did used to hide behind my hair and now it’s all gone but I don’t feel exposed, it’s just like a cute accessory or something haha im definitely bummed about how little I’m writing but things have been so crazy lately, I think trying to keep a schedule with it would exhaust me to the bone, but I did write a little fic of Spencer and bombshell at the beach and I love those two so much, and I’ve been adding little bits to other long fics, so it’s not like nothing is happening.also haven’t been reading very much, but maybe now ive kicked ***** *** to the curb i can remember my me-time, i was really enjoying reading again, my kindle was in shock from actually being used! I’m trying to make this summer the best of my life so far cos im so rubbish ive never done anything exciting and im REALLY trying to remember to get my passport! I might tomorrow walk over to the shops and get my photos taken so i can finally submit a new application. But for the mean time ive got three concerts to look forward to and a little holiday to west wales in July!! Found out my estranged father is going to Puerto Ricoand got super jealous, like, he’s the worst and he gets to go to Puerto Rico?? Beautiful Puerto Rico???? I think there was something else I wanted to mention but I can’t remember. Today, both my older sisters came over and so it was just my mam and all my sisters and my mam made us an amazing roast dinner, it was genuinely amazing, and she spent so long cooking, it was really nice and luckily everyone had a good time. My nan gave me a £5 note for Easter to buy an egg cos she didn’t manage to get me one and it reminded me of when I was little and every time you’d go to her house she’d try to give you money😭 so cute 😭 also this isn’t an update but I put the £5 in my savings tin cos I’ve had one since before I started dieting and I have no clue how much is in there but I’d love to know. Does anyone else have one of those metal tins you have to tin open to get into? I really want to know how much is in there because I’ve always just tried to put my change in there, but if you open it — you know how much money is in there and it stops being savings, it’s just money added to what you have, or at least it would be for me. And i want to use it to buy some new clothes when I get to my next goal weight, which is about 20lbs away, so I likely won’t know what’s in the tin for a while. Anyways if you read this far I love you and I’m glad you care enough to bother! Life is so hard sometimes and I’m sure some of you have witnessed me in really rubbish moods, but even though things aren’t really perfect right now I feel alright for a change, like, I just feel normal, not perfectly well rested or like 100% content but it’s sooo nice to not want to hurt myself and to just watch TV without constantly checking my phone!! I worked a lot last week cos I kept picking up shifts but this week I don’t have to go until Friday, so luveline gets to be in the house for like 100hours. I have to do some of my uni assignments cos these last two are the most important ones both worth 40% respectively, but besides that nothing is expected of me, which i am insanely grateful for !! As I am for you if you’re reading, thank you for wanting to know my inane life update

[jake4eva]

frustration (l.h.s)

warnings: reader referred to as she/her, voyeurism(ish),established relationship, sub heeseung, soft dom reader, humping, handjob (reader gives), thigh riding, let me know if i missed any i’m new to this!

word count: 864

written with this heeseung in mind

(this is my first smut so any opinions would be appreciated!)

You got back home from work and noticed your boyfriend acting a bit differently. He gives you very dry replies and doesn't look your way when you speak to him. Already exhausted from work, you decide to talk to him after taking a shower.

After your relaxing shower, which helps you forget all about the stress work has been giving you lately, you dry yourself off and wrap the towel around you. While walking towards your bedroom, where both you and your boyfriend stay, you can hear soft whimpers coming from the room.

You decide to open the door just enough to be able to see your naked boyfriend frantically humping on one of your decorative pillows.

You finally realize why Heeseung was acting the way he did when you came in. At the beginning of the month, your boss gave you a very important assignment to complete, and you have been working on it nonstop throughout the entire month. As a result, you completely forgot about both your needs and your boyfriend's.

You started thinking to yourself how nice it was of your boyfriend to not bother you while you work but you felt bad for neglecting him.

Quietly, you start walking in to watch him pleasure himself. you notice that your pillow is now ruined because of all his precum.

"y/n please i’m so close". you didn’t expect him to call out your name but you’re glad to see he did not notice you yet. You notice him getting tired by the way his thrusts were starting to get sloppy.

When he halts his movements you decide to make your presence known. “is this the reason why you gave me the cold shoulder?” The sudden awareness of someone else being in the room made your boyfriend jump and let out a high pitched scream.

“OMG Y/N i thought you were still showering” he said while covering himself with the pillow he was just pleasuring himself on.

“answer my question” you say in a cold tone. Your tone made heeseung leak even more precum.

“ i..i…yes” he said with a blush covering his cheeks. “i didn’t want to bother you while you worked but i got so horny and i only want to cum with your touch…”

You try your best not to smirk at his reply but you can’t help it, your boyfriend does listen to everything you say after all. Last time you had sex you told him he could not cum unless you were the one telling him to. Knowing he listened to you and didn’t cum since then made you hornier than you already were.

you decided to walk towards him and grab the pillow to look at his member. “you know you could’ve said something even if i was busy” you say before touching the precum on his tip.

As soon as he feels your finger on his tip he starts moving towards your hand for more friction. “please y/n i’m so desperate” he says while looking at you.

The face he’s making is one that makes you lose your mind every time. His eyes are shiny, his lips are red and plump, his cheek have a soft blush of pink and his hair is messy. How could you resist to this.

“use my hand since you seem to be into humping today” you say to him while closing your hand around his throbbing member begging for release.

and as soon as you do that he starts fucking your hand but that only lasted for a couple of seconds since he was already exhausted. “y/n please i’m tired i need to cum please make me cum”. he mumbles more words that you can’t decipher the meaning of so you decide to finally give him what he’s been waiting for.

you slowly pump him without the need of extra lube since his precum is already doing that for you. He’s already a moaning mess and ready to cum. To enhance his pleasure you start rubbing one of his nipples with your free hand.

The wet sounds of your hand on his member and his loud moans are driving you crazy so you finally remove your towel and put yourself on one of his thighs and decide to ride it while going faster with your pumping motion.

“y/n, y/n, y/n” he moans loudly and cums all over your hand and his stomach.

After he came back to his senses you get of his thighs and he hugs you tightly. “i’m sorry for not telling you i was frustrated i didn’t want to make you feel bad but i also didn’t want you to get scolded at work”

“it’s okay heeseung don’t feel bad i love you” you kiss him and decide it has been a long evening for you two. “i’ll clean you up just stay there” you say while grabbing the towel that was previously covering your body.

“what about you, you didn’t cum yet” he says in a worried and embarrassed tone for only thinking about his own pleasure.

“don’t worry i’ll take care of it later” you say while cleaning his body up. He suddenly grabs you and switch your position and he’s now on top of you.

“please let me eat you out i also missed your body” he says in the softest tone. So how could you decline such an inviting offer.

[your-local-hoemie]

I've genuinely never put in a request for something before so ur the first T.T

I was wondering, what would happen if you just wandered into scaramouche's room?

Im sorry if this is oddly specific, but I was hoping for a NS!FW M4M, possibly with Balladeer instead of wanderer, and if you do this thank you so much :))

NS!FW. 18+ ONLY!!!

OF COURSE!!!! Thank you for asking!!!!

You’ll have to forgive me if it’s not great. Even though I edge more towards masc im still not 100% sure how dudes work djdhdu

Also good lord, I went kind hard (hah) with this one, my cheeks were gLOWING while writing this. I’m never seeing heaven istg 💀

Edit: I accidentally went a little off script because I got extremely flustered so I’m sorry T-T

Warnings: ns!fw, dom!scaramouche (he needs his own warning), mild degradation, mean words, bratty behaviour, smug little shittery, lots of spicy words, swearing, male!reader, not proof-read.

Characters: scaramouche as: The ✨Balladeer✨

Scaramouche and you had a weird relationship.

No one knew whether you hated each other or if you were actually close.

Including you-

Sometimes you’d be at each other throat with any sharp object you could find and then the next, you’d be defending the other for whatever morally questionable crimes you had committed.

You happened to be one of the unfortunate fatui members that had been assigned to Scaramouche.

You don’t really know how he didn’t decide to murder you for your instinctive comebacks whenever he’d insult you.

He’s never admit it but he enjoyed having someone to banter with that wouldn’t immediately shit themselves the second he glanced at them.

Which is why you were now in his office for…

Well you didn’t really know.

He was busy doing paperwork that he was making extremely obvious that he hated every second of.

You were sitting in a chair across the room from him, equally as bored.

“So what exactly do you need me for… sir”

“To sit there and shut up.”

“…why?”

Letting out a sigh, Scara rolling his eyes, waving your questions off.

“You know, I’m supposed to be doing work. Going out, getting information, torturing, stealing, all the good stuff. Not sit in a room with a pouty brat-”

Clearing your throat, you suddenly realise what you had done.

Oh shit-

With a glare more threatening than a cryo mage in the rain. Scara placed his pen neatly down on the table, carefully organising the papers in front of him with sly grin.

Double shit-

“You know, you do a lot of talking for someone who can’t even handle to be alone in a room with their boss for more than an hour”

“Yeah well you’re not really the most enjoyable to be around…boss.”

The balladeers grin became even more sly as I pushed the chair away from his desk, standing up and taking a few steps forward, positioning himself right in front of you.

“I’ve had a very stressful day and I think I could use a little worshiping. Why don’t you use that mouth for something other than pathetic remarks, hm~?”

“Excuse me-?”

Without a hint of hesitation or shame, the harbinger placed his hand on your head. Most likely relishing the feeling of actually being taller than someone for once.

“Don’t act like our… banter doesn’t get you hard. I’ve seen the way you squirm when I get a little too close~”

Scaramouche pressed your head close to his crotch, speaking with a tone laced in sly smugness.

“I know you’ve imagined what I could do to you. I bet you even stroke yourself to the thought of me. Having the hand of a deity stroke you~”

Obviously he was right. Which just annoyed you even more, causing your pride to outweigh the sheer embarrassment coursing through your veins at his lewd words.

“You know how much shit you’d be in if I told anyone about this, right?

Scaramouche frowned at your remark, swiftly taking your chin in his hand and forcing you to look up at him.

“If a word of this leaves your mouth to anyone other than me, I will make you wish that I killed you. Understand me?”

Feeling your words catch in your throat, you give him a irritated nod, unable to fully deny how hot the whole situation was becoming.

“Good. Now, be a good for your god and worship me the way I deserve.”

Smirking down at you, Scara unbuttoned his shorts, letting his already hard dick bounce out against your face, making him sigh out in satisfaction.

“I always thought you looked so much better on your knee’s~ now suck.”

Blushing violently and not even able to deny how turned on you were, you locked eyes with The Balladeer and took him inside your mouth.

“Good boy~ just like that..”

Petting your hair with a surprising amount of gentleness, Scara pushed your head back and fourth, making you gag as his tip hits the back of your throat.

“Why don’t you touch yourself for me like the desperate, horny slut you are~”

Letting out a small, muffled whimper, you knew you were completely at his mercy as you couldn’t help but move your hand down, touching yourself as he commanded.

Scara thrust his hips more intensely, picking up his speed as moans and grunts escape his lips causing you to match his speed with your hand.

Feeling his hand grip tighter on your head, with one finally thrust and a loud groan of pleasure, scara finally released himself down your throat, pushing you over the edge as you coat your hand and pants in your load.

“Mmh! You’re such a good fuck toy,m. Now make sure to clean up the mess m’kay?”

Pulling out, leaving a messy string of saliva mixed with his load; Scara took a deep breath and returned to his paperwork like nothing happened, leaving you panting and and mess on the floor, still somewhat dazed.

“Y-yes…sir…”

HSIDUDICUIDJDIVUDO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

squeaks 👺👨‍🦽👹🧍

[lemonsprite]

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 || 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐖𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

Summary: Wade discusses his next target his mercenary gig has assigned him, Peter doesn’t quite agree Word Count: 1.5K Warnings: Crude language (Its Deadpool guy c’mon) A/N: this is based off the comic book series of spider-man/deadpool!!!

“Now webs don’t be mad at me…” Pouted Wade, his feet dangling over the side of the building they were currently sitting on top of. “But I need your help with something…”

“What Wade?” Peter asked, not even looking up from his foil wrapped burrito. He shuddered. “I’m not helping you manscape again.”

“You know how you work for Parker industries?”

Peter chuckled inwardly to himself. ‘Work for Parker Industries’ was certainly a way you could view it. If it wouldn’t completely destroy his secret identity he would’ve told Wade by now he was the CEO and founder, but Peter bit his tongue, knowing it would do more harm than good for the merc to know such knowledge.

“Yeah…?” Peter continued, not liking where this conversation was heading as he took another bite of his dinner, his mask shifting slightly so he could take a bigger chunk of burrito-y goodness.

“Can you help me kill the CEO?”

Peter choked on his burrito, coughing furiously as he attempted to clear his lung of the salsa he just inhaled.

“You want me to kill me- My boss?!” He asked, catching himself before he could prematurely spill the beans on his true identity.

“I knew you’d be mad!” Pouted Wade, dramatically leaning towards Peter. “I know you don’t agree with my thoughts on Peter Parker but I’ve just been given some crazy mad evidence to show you how right I am in my feelings!”

Peter stared at Wade silently, trying to decipher if what he’d heard was all true. ‘Evidence’? What ‘Evidence’? Last Peter checked he hadn’t been up to any devilishly fiendish activities.

“What exactly has…” Peter cleared his throat. “Mr. Parker done?”

Wade revealed a small USB from somewhere inside his suit (Peter didn’t want to think too hard about it) and waved it in front of Peter’s face.

“According to some very reliable sources-“

“Who are those sources Wade?” Asked peter, raising a dubious eyebrow.

“Very reliable.” Tsked Wade, booping Peter on the nose with the USB. “Now be quiet and let me monologue baby boy.”

Deadpool cleared his throat, and gestured to the nearby Parker Industries skyscraper. “according to my sources… Peter Parker’s newest technology- his web ware- has a component to control those who wears it thought’s…”

“Mind control man…” Wade gasped, waving his hands in front of an unamused Peter to get his point across. “Mind controoooolll……..” He whispered.

“So you’re going to kill him because your sources-“

“Very reliable.” Interjected Wade.

“Told you he’s plotting to control the minds of the entire populous of New York?”

“Now are you on my side?” Asked Wade, rolling over on to his stomach and kicking his legs back and forth like a little school girl.

“No Wade.” Deadpanned Peter, crushing the burrito’s foil in his hands and throwing it into a nearby trash can on the buildings roof.

“Peter wouldn’t do something like that…” He added, looking over at his skyscraper, trying to decipher if Wade really had reason to believe Parker Industries would commit such a crime.

Wade scoffed, obviously annoyed that Peter couldn’t see his side of the argument. Why was he being so defensive over his billionaire boss who like all scumbag CEO rich men would toss him aside? Spider-man was only a low level worker at Parker Industries shouldn’t he also rally against his boss like all red-blooded Americans…? Unless he’s already being mind controlled… OMG is spider-man evil right now…

Deadpool glanced over at Spider-man suspiciously, making a mental note to keep a closer eye on him.

Peter sighed, realizing that this argument would go no where like it always did.

“Look Wade, patrols over I’m going home.” Peter said, standing up and pulling his mask back over his face. “Don’t follow me or I’ll websling your foot to your skull.”

Wade watched Peter sling off into the distance, a frown etched onto his face.

Welp if Spidey wouldn’t help him, he’d just have to do it himself… And knowing Parker Industries that might be a tad bit hard.

Wade did his best impression of a cartoon robber, sneakily crawling his way up a large crystalline apartment complex in Brooklyn and using his tippy toes to stealth across the roof.

According to his very reliable resources this was the current home address of one Peter Parker- and if the two katanas and approximately thirty two other small weapons strapped to his body had anything to say- tonight was the night he died.

Using his best form of lock picking (using a muffler on one of his pistols and shooting the door until it opened), Wade made his way inside of the apartment complex, sheathing his pistol and carefully descending the long stair case.

The night was dead silent, a pleasant surprise when living in the big apple.

‘Must come with residing in the fanciest of fucking apartments.’ thought Wade to himself as he continued, avoiding any step that might creek under his weight. ‘Another reason to hate Parker- he was richer than Wade.’

After six whole flights and a good cardio workout, Deadpool was standing in front of the door to Peter Parker’s apartment.

This time he’d be more classy, using some of his high tech tools (courtesy of S.H.I.E.L.D) Wade was able to unlock the doors fifty locks in record time! (An hour spent sitting outside the front door and praying none of his neighbors decided to get a midnight snack from the local connivence store.)

Peter Parker’s apartment was surprisingly messy. Clothes were strewn out in piles and dishes were left in unclean piles dirtying up the sink.

Wade scoffed, if he wasn’t here to kill the guy he might’ve done the fellow a good deed and wiped down his counters.

The door to Parker’s room was left wide open, as well as a nearby window.

Wade kicked himself for not checking the perimeter more closely.

Shedding a quick tear for all the time lost breaking into this joint and with a convenient get away nearby, Deadpool glanced over Parker’s bedroom briefly, noticing the fluffy brown haired demon of a man peacefully sleeping in a messy bed.

Near the night stand laid an unsuspecting duffel bag.

Uh oh- Wade was familiar with this one.

Was it new villainous technology? Money he got from dubious origins? Human remains? Deadpool didn’t know, but he’d be damned if he didn’t find out.

“What we got here Parker…” he whispered aloud to himself as he pried open the duffel bag only for his eyes to land on a little red and blue spandex number he could recognize in his sleep.

“Spidey…?” Gasped Wade, looking confusedly at the suit discarded in the bag.

“Wade…?” came a gruff half asleep voice from behind him.

Deadpool moved on instinct, throwing a small dagger towards the voice without thinking before turning around.

Peter Parker was staring wide eyed at Wade. His body leaning to the left after he dodged the knife Deadpool had thrown.

The man who was now only in boxers Deadpool realized, glanced incredulously at the dagger sticking out of his wall, inches from his head.

Peter looked from Deadpool to the suit in his hands before sighing and shooting a web from his wrist to flick on the light switch, bathing the room in annoying brightness.

“You’re… no…” fumbled Deadpool, a disbelieving laugh pushing past his lips.

“Yeah…” smirked Peter, scratching at the back of my neck.

“But the technology! The evil plans!” Fumbled Wade, trying to tuck the spider suit into his back pocket for later and non erotic reasons. Peter gave him a look and shot another string of web at Wade to pull the suit back towards him.

“That’s why I want to know who your sources are and who’s been using my tech for their own gain.” Frowned Peter, grabbing some nearby sweatpants and pulling them over his boxers (much to wades displeasure).

“Sorry baby boy- can’t get past the fact you’re fucking Peter Parker.” Wade practically shouted.

“Look Wade… can this wait till morning?” Asked Peter, scratching at the stubble on his chin. “It’s four AM and I have to be up at six for a board meeting.”

“Holy Shit! You have board meetings!” Laughed Deadpool, who might’ve gone insane at this point if he wasn’t already.

Peter frowned at him.

“Wade if you let me go back to sleep I’ll let you sleep on my couch and eat my strawberry cream cheese toaster strudels in the morning.”

Like someone had pulled a switch in the enigmatic mind of Deadpool - he gave Peter a cheerful smile and snuck back towards the door.

“Sleep tight baby boy I’ll be here in the morning!” He flourished, kicking his leg in the air in a way that would make a ballet teacher have an aneurysm and flicking off the light switch with his steel toed boot.

With the room bathed once more in darkness, Peter’s tranquility was short lived as Wade pressed a gentle mask covered kiss to his temple and pirouetted out the exit.

Peter knew that come tomorrow, Wade and him would have to have a long chat but for now he was content to go back to sleep.

And for the rest of his days- Peter would ignore the little side of him that wished Wade had done more than a little goodnight kiss.

Chapter two coming soon omg *vine boom sound effects in quick succession of each other*

[fancyfeathers]

And Then There Were None (Yandere William James Moriarty /w Author Darling Masterlist)

Thinking about William with an author darling again but after she escapes and basically challenges him to find her, quoting him when he was talking to Sherlock saying…

“Catch me if you can, Professor Moriarty.”

I feel like she has 1920 vibes even if it is set in the Victorian era, but she is based on Agatha Christie and she lived in that era. To me she develops his femme fatale personality in her boost of confidence after outsmarting the Lord of Crime, regaining her former self and then some. I’m just imagining her sitting in her hotel room in one of those Hollywood Star robes with the feathers and silk, and she is eating breakfast or having a smoke while reading a newspaper and the top story is still about the disappearance of a famous author, she has not only successfully hidden and fooled from the Lord of Crime but all England…

She has really out done herself this time.

I genuinely think after a bit of fun messing around in London, running circles around William with the help of few her author friends who are just having a blast out of this, she would put herself back to work, looking for inspiration for her next book. She probably travels off to other countries looking for inspiration and soon the books come funneling out but with no clue where the author is…

A tale about a serial killer during the Venice Carnival

A story about a murder in Moscow during the freezing Russian winter, isolating the protagonists from the outside world.

A missing person case in Mexico City during Día de los Muertos.

A book about murderous woman in the Cook County Jail using their looks to get away with murder.

A mad man in a small town north of London loosing his mind due to exposure to mercury.

A murder of a new money family during a party in New York City.

The mixture of all of these books and the author’s disappearance from the public eyes makes her all the more popular. No one has seen her since she first went mission, not even her entail disappearance not even her publisher who has only been getting telegrams, letters, and packages from her, from whatever city she is in then, Vienna, Rome, St. Petersburg, Paris, Cario, Chicago, Dublin, and so on.

Meanwhile William is reading all of her novels in his little free time, and trying to find her becomes a side dream, after all he still has his goals as the Lord of Crime and if he follows every step she takes he will never get anything done.

He hears the talk on the street about her latest novel and his students talk about how they have to read a book of hers for their literature class and ask Professor William if he is really married to this genius author who is both infamous and famous, and if he actually knows where she is. William just smiles and looks at his students…

“I think you should focus on your assignment rather than press me about the state of my wife and I, yes?”

Can he even call her his wife? He hasn’t seen her since that night at the opera.

She told him to catch her and he didn’t…

He was so confident that he could because he has before…

Maybe that is it, do what he did before.

She is sitting at a cafe in Perros-Guirec, France, enjoying a cup of tea with a friend of hers, another mystery author who she is visiting, when a newspaper is thrown on their table with the headline of a murder based on her books…

Just like those murders all those years ago that brought her to William, scaring her into giving up writing.

He is finally making his move and she gave him the material to do it.

She looks up at the stranger who handed gave her the paper, both confused and frightened, he is just an ordinary looking man, but he smiles at her as he hands her a business card.

“My boss asked for this edition to be personally delivered to you. He would like to meet with you if you have the time, that is.”

“W-wha?”

She watches as the man walks off, leaving her and her friend alone. How did anyone find her? Not even William has even found her yet. She looks over the business card, turning it over to look at the back and she nearly screams in horror at what was written on it, but manages to keep it in as she is in public. She drops the card and her friend picks it up and reads it over and his eyes widen as well and he looks up at her as she just sits there in shock for a long moment before…

“I need to go back to London…”

A few days later, William is sitting in the drawing room of the Moriarty Estate, reading the paper himself, when Louis walks in with a letter, giving it to William saying this came for him. He reads it and it simply tells him to meet the sender at the last place they saw each other, it is not signed but it doesn’t have to be…

He recognizes the hand writing, it’s his darling’s.

He goes off to the opera house and to the opera box he met her at last time and she is there, sitting there alone, clutching that business card in hand.

“Dearest-“

“William, you are a crime consultant… I would like to hire your services.”

Her voice sounds terrified, a first for her in a long time. She hands him the business card to read and he sees the back first and he is immediately filled with rage…

It would be a shame if those murders were placed on you, it would certainly gather attention.

He looks up at her and she just looks terrified, angry, sad, and so much that it’s almost overwhelming for her mind to handle.

“You are being blackmailed, yes?”

“Correct, he wants to hire my writing services, but of course they are not for sale so hire is a bit of a lie, demanding my cooperation would be a better word...”

He flips the card over to see the other side with the name as she continues…

“…Charles Augustus Milverton, practically controls the news media, if he has me in his hand he would have control over all forms of media publishing… I know what this will cost me, and honestly you have nothing to loose and have everything to gain with having me again and I promise not to disappear again if you deal with him.”

“Presumably you want him dead?”

“Preferably.”

“Do any of your author friends know about this?”

“Yes, they all know about the blackmail, some of them have been blackmailed themselves by him but not to this extent… I… I am doing this for them, I do not want them to be silenced with their writing or their words… but I will not come back to you until this is done.”

“Then consider it done, my dear.”

He bends down to kiss her cheek before leaving the box and she sits there in silence again for a few minutes before the door to the box opens again and another man comes to sit down next to her.

“You are a truly remarkable actress, you performed your role perfectly, I do hope our partnership can continue on to deal with this Lord of Crime.”

A smile comes across her face as she looks up at the man next to her.

“Of course, after all the enemy of my enemy is my friend, Mr. Milverton.”

She is no fool, she knows William did not buy her act and was merely playing along, he knows she has no intention of going back to him, but where is the fun in ending the game early?

And why would she call him on his bluff and end the chase she has been winning?

Sometimes the cat lets the mouse run to enjoy the chase that much more.