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Succumbing to Sybaris | Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Word Count: 12.2k (yeah, you read that right)

A/N: SMUT-A-PA-LOOZA

I. GOT. CARRIED. AWAY. SO FUCKING CARRIED AWAY OMG. LIKE, HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD, THE TAGS JUST TELL YOU HOW BAD I GOT CARRIED AWAY.

And not to brag, but I know for a fact the muse nailed it on this chapter. Like, sorry not sorry, but I got Wonho 100% right.

Saved under the Trashterlist as “Indulgence” for future go-to reading.

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The sun was far too bright and chipper for the turbulence Amber felt inside as she slapped a folder onto Shownu’s desk. He looked up from his case file only to find his partner’s icy glare. “When were you going to tell me that your lifeguard buddy is another brother to our chief suspect?”

With a pair of befuddled eyebrows, Shownu flipped open the folder to find a background check on Lee Wonho festooned with images of the man mostly naked and gyrating on a stage. His brow only deepened as he reached for his notepad. “I think I would remember the name Wonho from the Chae siblings.”

“It's not on there, but Hoseok is,” Amber retorted. “Last night, I tracked Hoseok’s name back to The Stallion Battalion. It was a short-lived male strip joint in East Portland. Seems he adopted Wonho as his stage name back then and just kept it into his new job at the phone sex hotline and, evidently, your beach. So, you're going to sit there and tell me you had no idea?”

“Honestly, Spiros, we never talked about it. He told me his name was Wonho, and that’s what I called him. Why would I think to doubt it?” Amber snorted in disbelief, but Shownu persisted, his eyes as earnest as ever, “We only work together a couple of times all year, and you know I’m not much of a talker. It never came up.”

Shownu’s answer, as much as his smooth features, placated Amber even if it didn't lessen her anger, but that was more placed on the whole of Hyungwon’s family than anything else. Well, them and herself. She hadn’t been able to shake Wonho from her mind since the moment she’d met him, and that was terrible news when she’d considered what had happened with three—almost four—of his brothers.

“What about when you went to his office? You didn’t recognize each other then?” she demanded.

“He wasn’t there,” Shownu reminded.

“They told you Hoseok wasn’t there? Because he goes by Wonho on their roster, not Hoseok.”

The other detective blinked for a long moment before he said, “Maybe he goes by his real name in the office instead of his stage name or maybe they were trying to keep me away from everyone on their staff. Who knows?”

“Or maybe you’re hiding something from me, Son,” she accused.

As Amber had lain awake on her bed last night, her mind circling a drain from which she could not escape, other ideas had circled alongside her just as inescapable. She leaned toward him, her gaze piercing.

“Why do I feel like every time I get close to a truth, you’re always there, pulling me away from Chae and his brothers? Are you working for them?” Her voice dropped several octaves as she questioned, “Are you one of them?”

Amber reached a tentative hand toward her partner’s cheek when, suddenly, his chair screeched back, drawing a half dozen sets of eyes.

“Spiros!” Shownu hissed. “What are you doing?”

“What— I wasn’t—” She reeled back with red cheeks and tingling fingers. “Forget it! Forget all of it!”

Beside her, her partner closed his eyes as his hands released the arm rests on his chair with fresh little dimples in the aluminum. Once he’d centered himself, Shownu said, “You know I’d never do anything to jeopardize an investigation, right? I want the right person to be punished.”

“And I don’t?” Amber retorted.

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“No, you’re saying my interest in Chae is some kind of vendetta, that I’ll do anything to pin this on him.”

Shownu swiveled to face her full on, and it was impossible to run from the clear, hard truth in his eyes. “That’s what you’re saying. I think it’s something else.”

“What the hell does that mean?” she demanded.

He sat back in his seat, his arms crossed against his broad chest. “If I think about it, I wonder if you even really believe Chae’s involved?”

“How can you ask me that?”

“We’re always hunting him and his family to the point where we don’t even look at anyone else, but we never get any closer, do we? As hard as you push, it goes nowhere, and I think you know that. You want something from Chae, but I don’t think it’s Daisy you’re after anymore.”

Amber didn’t have an answer, at least, not one she could voice because it wasn’t something she was prepared to hear. She wasn’t even sure what to think. Hyungwon knew what happened to those girls—she knew it—but maybe Shownu was right. If she truly believed his family had killed her coworker or her witness or even Daisy, why did she keep falling into their arms again and again?

But those implications were heavier than Amber could bear, and instead, she focused her mind back on a man miles away with centuries of secrets cloaking him.

“I read the paper, you know,” Shownu continued gently, but it was as effective as an earthquake at jarring her attention. “Is this because of what happened to your sister?”

“I didn’t share that with you, Son. Back off,” she warned, but the man beside her studied her fearlessly.

“I'm sorry for what happened to you and your family. No one deserves that.”

Amber took a long breath and closed her eyes. “Then you can understand why I have to do what I have to do to get justice for them.”

“I do, better than most, which is why you should let me help.”

She looked at the untouchable Boy Scout, with his gentle eyes and soft mouth. Slowly but surely, she’d been letting Shownu in and, once or twice, even had the irrational notion that she could tell him the truth about Hyungwon and his family, but then her eyes dropped to a picture of Wonho’s grin and shirtless body, and Amber understood that that was a pipe dream. She was all alone in this.

“I can’t trust you,” she said.

“I can’t trust you,” Shownu echoed as he offered her Wonho’s file.

A minute of something tender, maybe even wistful, passed between them that only their eyes could convey before his finger grazed hers, and she jerked back, slicing the pad of her thumb on the folder. She hissed and brought it to her lips.

Shownu watched her unblinkingly, and somehow his lips looked fuller and more luscious than Amber had ever noticed. She felt the sudden urge to bruise their perfection. Neither moved except for the cords that flexed in his neck.

At last, she remembered herself and slipped Wonho’s file back into her briefcase.

“Then let’s not pretend to be something we’re not anymore, okay?” she said into the uncomfortable tension between them. “This is no partnership, Detective Son. From now on, you pursue your leads and I’ll pursue mine.”

“That’s not safe.”

Amber rolled her eyes. “I’m not talking about storming castles or raiding warehouses, Son. We’ll meet back here and share whenever we have something worth sharing, okay?”

“If that’s what you want,” Shownu said simply.

His words cut deeper than they should have considering she was the one who had started it. Amber unleashed a juddering breath as she turned away. “What I want is a partner I can trust to always have my back.”

“I’m sorry that you feel you can’t have that.”

“Damn you,” she muttered under her breath as she left the precinct and Shownu back inside.

He didn’t try to follow her out, though she’d looked back. As she pulled out of the lot, he didn’t tell her to buckle her seatbelt, though she heard him in her head. He didn’t hover over her shoulder as she circled Evelyn Hoover’s dump site, though she could smell the cashmere and rose of his cologne even over the coil of decaying plants.

Eric and Ellis had met Amber to walk the crime scene with her, but there was nothing there, save the heavy knowledge that dumping a body in this remote part of the woods would have been easy for a vampire, especially one that lived just on the other side of the park. She wondered how many other bodies might be out here—maybe some of the other missing, maybe Minzy and Bom, maybe the bloodbag from last night… Maybe Daisy and Chloe.

At this point, it was foolish to believe they were all being kept alive somewhere. There were too many women to control, too many chances they could be overheard, and yet hope sputtered stubbornly in Amber’s chest. She knew in the marrow of her bones that a vampire had them all, and now that she’d seen Hyungwon’s glamor at work, she knew how they could keep a victim pliant. If only she could find where they were being held.

The trio of investigators spent the afternoon into the evening searching for more clues—and more victims—throughout the park and into some of the abandoned properties beside it, but there was nothing to be found, the light was growing thin, and another deadline loomed...

Drunk on heartache late last night, Amber had dialed Agent Suh’s number, and despite the blinking three AM on the clock, he’d answered. Their conversation had only been long enough to nail down a time and place to meet and compare notes, but he’d been eager and sweet, and it was just the kind of banal normalcy that she’d needed after a near public fuck in a house of vampires.

Over a mediocre dinner in a generic Italian restaurant, the pair had talked about the Five-O Boys’ case, about the dead-end leads they’d already chased down and the ones they were still pursuing, but Amber knew they were all a waste of time. Still, she had nothing to offer them instead, and she had to let it go. That wasn’t the reason she had called, and Johnny had known it—he’d known it when he’d proposed dinner in the first place.

She had figured a tryst between agencies wasn’t nearly as detrimental to her case as it had been with her suspects, and at least she could get out whatever frustrations she had swimming under her skin before she questioned her next brother. Maybe then she could maintain a hope of professionalism. Maybe then she wouldn’t smell that honey.

In his car afterward, Johnny had kissed her. It was a good kiss, full of need and hunger, but it wasn’t enough, and Amber had put his hand on her breast, begging for more. He’d been only too happy to offer it, but even when his fingers had quested under her bra for her nipple, it hadn’t charged her the way she’d hoped. She’d reached for his hard dick instead and jerked him off as he kissed her neck, but before she’d known it, he’d cum in her hand. He offered to return the favor, a provocative grin on his handsome face that assured her he wouldn’t disappoint, but Amber had said she was tired. He’d offered to let her crash at his place, but with a promise to call him instead, she’d kissed him goodnight.

None of it had done a damn thing to scratch her persistent itch or crowd out the brothers from her mind.

Now draped in forgiving darkness, Amber stood outside the generic concrete cube that housed the discreetly marked Liaison Line, itching from head to toe. She knew what would happen if she went in—she’d given up all illusions of anything else. She thought of Lucas and Shownu—could feel them pulling her back to safety from the corners of her heart.

She went in.

Inside, a handsome, short-haired woman with a round face and a sour glare led Amber past shuttered doors muffling moans without sparing so much as a glance at them. In her checkered sweats and baggy Black Flag tee, she didn’t look like a woman who had just been interrupted filing her nails during a steamy phone sex session in the lobby.

They came to another non-descript door at the end of the hall, where Amber’s escort rapped twice before receiving the okay. Inside was a comfortable room dressed a lot like a guest room, with a futon folded into a couch, an armchair, and a small bookshelf. A calendar with kittens adorned the wall alongside a tiled block of Most Popular Male Performer awards all dedicated to Lee Wonho. A desk sat in the corner with a chunky Compaq humming beside a phone with a comically long cord sagging across the room.

Amber followed the cord to the man draped across the futon. He was dressed in a white sleeveless shirt with gaping holes that gifted a view of his ribs, baggy gray sweats, a backwards ball cap, and bare feet, one of which sported a tattoo of some script she couldn’t read. One jutting ear blazed red from his latest marathon call. The instant he laid eyes on the detective, Wonho grinned and, in a sultry voice, said into the receiver, “Think you can fit my whole cock in your mouth?”

Amber gaped, but it seemed she was the only one shocked. The woman beside her stared disinterestedly at her unfinished nails.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he cooed into the phone while staring directly at the detective’s scalded cheeks, “my wife just came home. No one can know I’ve been fucking your sweet pussy all night long. Can you forgive me?” He waited for the response on the other end and smiled. “Next time, baby, I won’t stop until you beg me to, okay?”

A moment later, he hung up, and the sleepy-eyed receptionist began, “Sorry, Wonho, but you told me to let you know when a detective showed up?”

“It's fine, Dami,” he replied, handing the phone to her to hang up. The woman nodded and rolled her eyes toward Amber, but Wonho offered a soft smile. “I’ll be DND for a while, okay?”

“Sure, boss,” Dami replied as she gave Amber a vicious side-eye and closed the door behind her.

It was quieter than Amber expected. In the room, she could no longer hear any pornographic moans, muffled or otherwise, or even a phone ring.

“So,” the detective began more awkwardly than she had intended, “do you prefer Wonho or Hoseok?”

He shrugged. “Everyone knows me as Wonho here, but you can call me Hoseok or any nickname you like.”

Amber extracted her notepad and squared her stance to his lazy drape across the couch. “You knew who I was at the beach, didn’t you, Mr. Lee?”

“You are impossible to miss,” he admitted.

“I see your brother warned his whole family I'd be dropping by.”

Wonho cocked an eyebrow and dropped his legs from the armrest to the floor as he leaned his elbows on his knees. “He also told me you were on a date tonight.”

“How did he—” she gasped before she caught herself. After the disappearance of Officer Devita and her sketch, Amber had been convinced Hyungwon had some mole in the station—easy enough to do when she’d seen firsthand how he could turn his best friend agains her—and now whoever it was made sure the whole damn family had inside knowledge, too. “Not that that's any of your business, but it wasn’t a date.”

Wonho was unfazed. “I think you're too special to be messing around with mortals.”

“I am a mortal,” she countered.

“Whatever you say,” replied Wonho as he lifted his hat to run a hand through his glossy hair and then stretched from finger to toe. Despite her indignation, it was too easy to get lost in those lengthening muscles, and her temper cooled. “What can I do for you, Detective Spiros? You better offer me something more exciting because I'm losing money every minute I'm not on the phone.”

Her brow furrowed. “I'm sorry, are twelve missing women and one dead not enough excitement for you?”

“Honestly, and I’m not trying to be cavalier here, but compared to my usual workload, probably not.” Unwillingly, Amber’s eyes glided down to the peak of his sweats, but she found no sign of arousal. Wonho didn’t miss a beat. “Lucky for you, you caught me on a rather vanilla evening, so I’m up for just about anything.”

“So, you spend your days ogling women on the beach and then your nights peddling smut?” the detective began before she realized how ridiculous she sounded, like a wounded teenage girlfriend. She glanced back to the trophy wall to hide her pink cheeks.

Wonho was too busy smiling to care. “Wow, that’s a loaded question, but I guess you’re right. I’ve got a pretty sweet life.”

Amber fingered the phone cord as she circled the desk. “Have you been doing this long?”

“In various forms over the years, sure. I’m good at it, and I’ve had centuries to practice.”

“I seriously doubt they had phone sex companies in the 17- and 18-hundreds.”

“You’d be surprised. The one thing that never goes out of style is sex, but you’re not here to talk history. Ask me what you have to before you can finally ask me what you want to.”

Amber asked all her usual questions and received all the usual bullshit answers—he’d never seen Daisy or Officer Devita before, he had no idea what happened to them, and his brother had nothing to do with it. It was as rehearsed as a play, even said with the same cavalier tone as all the other brothers. She also probed about the missing prostitutes, hoping that maybe Bom and Minzy had worked out some kind of side-hustle here to earn some extra cash, but that was grasping at straws to say the least.

“I see you have a computer, Mr. Lee. Ever dabble in chatrooms, maybe looking for cybersex?”

“I tried it once,” the lothario confessed with a laugh. “Wasn’t for me. I’m not very good at typing, for starters, and I couldn’t hear any moans. Plus, I wasn’t getting paid for it. It was a bust all around. I’ll wait until they invent video chats—I look pretty good on camera.”

Amber fought hard against the image of this man fucking on film—it threatened to bring her to her knees. It took her a moment to find her voice before she stuttered, “You think they will?”

Wonho laughed again. “Of course. As I said, sex never goes out of style. It’s only a matter of time before they invent new ways of distributing it to us. I guarantee you it’s someone’s top priority.”

The detective nodded, though her thoughts were far from the philosophical ones Wonho seemed to have. Amber glanced around the room again, trying to find something professional to say, but she was failing miserably. His breathy voice kept looping in her head.

No one can know I’ve been fucking your sweet pussy all night long.

This Wonho was a totally different man from the one she’d walked in on. He was sweet and charming and almost innocent as he spoke candidly about his career. How could he be so many things at once? How could any of them?

“Don’t take offense,” the detective continued, “but the 900 number commercials sort of lead me to believe you all sat around answering calls in lingerie or shirtless.”

“If you’d prefer, I can do that,” Wonho said matter-of-factly as he gripped the hem of his shirt and started to tug upward.

“That’s not necessary!” Amber shouted as she willed her eyes away from the lovingly-maintained muscles along the breadth of his massive chest.

He dropped the hem and shrugged. “As my mistress wishes.”

She really didn’t like that word, especially in his silky baritone accented with a hint of his adorable lisp. Amber cleared her throat. “What kind of people call you?”

Wonho hummed. “The obvious answer is horny people, but it’s mostly people who are lonely, people who are looking to feel special. I’m pretty good at making them feel special, too. After all these years, I consider myself a therapist without all the school debt.”

“I’m sure you do,” Amber replied with a near-audible eye roll. “Do you ever meet any of your ‘patients’ in real life?”

“No need. They can’t offer what I’m looking for anyway.”

“And what’s that?”

“Companionship.”

This man was really something. On the surface, Wonho was all sex and sin, and yet, despite the insane physique, he had a gentleness and a depth to him. He stared up at her with soft eyes and a natural upward curl to his lovely lips as he searched her for something.

“But who can really offer a vampire something like that, huh?”

The detective’s pencil tapped her notepad. “Is that what you were looking for from my friend at the beach?”

“Steffi?”

Why did the nickname bother Amber so much?

“No, we just fucked,” the vampire clarified with a shoulder shrug, “so you have nothing to be jealous about.”

“Please,” the detective balked and scrunched her nose up. Why did they all keep accusing her of that? “I’m concerned. I know with your type, there’s usually… an exchange.”

Wonho laughed and leaned back with his huge arms behind his head. “Sometimes. Sometimes it’s just for something to do when you can’t have what you really want. When you live forever, you’ve got to fill the time somehow.”

Damnit, Amber felt like such an idiot, more so than she already had. How many times did she have to hear the same thing from these men? Every time she made the same stupid mistake of fucking one of them, it meant nothing—just another means to destroy her case against Hyungwon. She allowed herself to be used over and over again as a time filler. This was what she was throwing away her life for, and she just kept doing it. Even now, looking at the handsome and powerful Wonho, she felt like all he had to do was snap his fingers, and she’d be at his feet.

“What's the matter? You look like you regret something,” he said.

“I regret everything since I met your family,” Amber confessed, but Wonho just grinned.

“I'm sure in some way that's true, but that's not what I'm getting off of you right now.” He inhaled deeply as he appraised her. “This is something fresh.”

She jolted back and glared at him. “Have you been the one following me?”

Instantly, the vampire’s mood shifted. His eyes narrowed and his mouth set in a line, and the flirtation in his voice evaporated in favor of something that rang as genuine concern. “Someone's following you?”

So, it wasn’t him…

“I meant, have you been following me?” Amber amended, hoping to deflect his sincerity.

He narrowed his eyes but, after a moment, nodded once. “No, but I know regret when I hear it. I'm a sex worker, and before that a stripper, and before that a spy, and before that—”

“I get it,” she cut him off.

“You can tell me, Detective,” Wonho coaxed. “I don't just talk for a living, I listen, too. I’m a bona fide therapist, remember?”

There was something disturbingly genuine about those lips as he smiled, and if she hadn't been so sure they’d ripped the life out of countless people, she might have been in danger of trusting him.

Amber leaned against his desk and crossed her arms as she said, “I’m fine. It’s fine. It was one dinner. What’s the big deal?”

Wonho raised an eyebrow, which chased away the flutter of distaste that preceded it. “So, it’s about that, huh? If that’s all it was—a dinner—what would you have to regret?”

“Nothing.”

“Exactly.”

“Exactly,” she reinforced, though she wasn’t sure whom she was reassuring. “It didn’t mean anything.”

Wonho smiled again, but this one was knowing, like something she’d actually expect from a therapist. “That’s what you regret, that it didn’t mean anything. Is that the same way you regret my brothers?”

It wasn’t. Amber regretted what being with them meant for her career and, more importantly, the women she was trying to save, but, God help her, in her heart of hearts, she didn’t regret being with them. Maybe this was what madness felt like—the gradual release of all reason.

“Yes,” she lied.

“Then why do you keep doing it?”

“Aren’t you the therapist?” she volleyed back.

Without another word, Wonho headed over to the stereo in the corner of the office. He rifled through a few CDs before he found one he liked and slipped it into the player. He toggled through a couple tracks, and a moment later, sultry RnB undulated from the speakers, the perfect bump and grind soundtrack for someone selling fantasy.

Despite the swell inside her chest and between her legs, Amber narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“What?” he said with an impish grin. “I like music when I work.”

“You’re not working right now, Mr. Lee. We’re talking.”

Wonho took a step closer, then another, and finally another until her whole world was filled only by him and his impressive muscles. Amber could feel him without touching him, and even though she knew he would be cold to the touch, waves of heat roiled in the thin river of space between their bodies.

“And we can keep talking,” he replied, “but you asked for my help, and I’m going to give it to you.”

She swallowed hard. “I never asked for your help.”

“Of course you did,” Wonho said, running the back of his hand along her cheek, “with your eyes. Don’t worry, Detective, this isn’t phone sex. This is therapy. This is how I help my patients relax.”

“I really don’t—”

But seconds later, his hips bucked forward with the swell of the beat, and his groin grazed her inner thigh just shy of her eager heat. Another beat, and his hands slid down to massage his neck as his chin jutted. He exercised total control of every muscle, from the twist of his ribs to the flex of his forearms, all while looking so vulnerable, even pained, as though he could never feel good again without her touch to comfort him, and, god, she wanted to soothe away his every ache.

“Trust me,” the dancer said as his hands continued their journey down his body to the hem of his tank. In a flash, he’d ripped it irrevocably open so Amber couldn’t miss the way his hips snaked in flawless circles. The first waves of honey and cherry washed over her, and her mouth watered. Wonho didn’t miss a beat. “I’ve been doing this a long time. There are no rules here, Detective, except the ones you give me.”

Amber’s cheeks flushed, and she looked as far away from his effortless body rolls as she could, but there was no escaping that airy voice of his layered over the suggestive lyrics crooning from the surround sound.

“Relax into it, Detective. Therapy works best when you shed your pretenses. And it’s okay if you watch,” Wonho asserted as he slipped a finger under her chin and guided her face back toward his hypnotic abs. “I want you to.”

His hands settled on the flower of her hip bones, and on the next smooth wave of the melody, his pelvis kissed hers with a sultry drag that showcased his hardening length.

Amber gasped, and her hands shot reflexively to his shoulders. Wonho was all muscle under there, too, strong and perfect and masculine. Her nails dug in, but he didn’t complain; in fact, he smirked.

“That’s good. Let go. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

He thrust up against her again, and Amber unleashed an airy sigh. “Yes.”

“You’re so tense,” he observed as his thumbs worked little circles into the secret flesh beside her mound.

“I know this is wrong,” she whispered as her head fell back.

“Why do you think it’s wrong?”

“Because everything your family touches, it ruins.”

He tried, but Wonho couldn’t hide his sad pout. “You’re afraid we’ll ruin you?”

“You already have,” Amber whined as his hands slipped into the small of her back and tugged the junction of their legs into seamless alignment.

His cock was inescapably firm as it nestled between her sheltered folds, and Wonho dragged her hand to where their lust had magnetized them. She could feel the head of his dick straining against the injustice of his sweatpants, and she let her thumb trace its bloom. He sucked his teeth at the sensation but kept his gaze on her.

“Does this feel wrong to you?” he asked.

“No, but that’s why it is.”

Amber’s heart trembled in her chest at the truth, and Wonho moved his hand there next, listening as though it was a stethoscope and he could hear her perfectly.

“You were the one who called me last night,” he murmured.

“What?” she stammered.

“The one who called here and hung up. That was you, wasn’t it?” She opened her mouth to protest, but Wonho shook his head. “Shh, I know. You already told me the truth.”

His long finger trailed a line from her collar to her heart, and Amber’s eyes fluttered shut.

After she’d called Agent Suh, something had possessed her fingers again, but this time, she’d dialed The Liaison Line. She tried to blame it on the ache in her heart at letting Lucas go only hours before, but when another male voice had answered, she’d hung up and tried again—four times—until she heard Wonho’s charming lisp.

“Hello, sweetheart. I’ve been waiting…”

Of course, Amber had hung up immediately, but it didn’t matter. He’d flourished in her mind, bright skin and glistening muscles and devil-may-care smile, and he’d never left.

“Why didn’t you visit me first?”

Amber’s brow netted together as she tried to process the wound in the stripper’s voice. “What?”

Wonho pulled back, braced into a wide stance, and rolled his hips relentlessly downward as his nose skirted along the fabric of the detective’s blouse. Her breath accelerated the deeper he dropped, but his eyes remained as pouty as his lips.

“I’m so far down the list, and you never came to find me. I thought we had a connection at the beach. I thought you’d be here sooner.”

“You—you went home with my friend.”

Wonho kissed her clothed mound, and Amber’s nails dug into the desk. He shot back up with the rhythm and pivoted from foot to foot, every limb oiled with lust. Where before she had forced her eyes away, now she couldn’t take them off of him. He was so strong and confident as he worked to spirit her away, and he was a natural at it. Amber could barely imagine any other reason she would have come here but to lavish attention on this god in front of her.

“I didn’t want to,” Wonho confessed. “I wanted to go home with you. You wouldn’t let me.”

“I’m sorry.”

Suddenly, his act dropped, and he was just a man standing in front of her with wide eyes and a hopeful mouth. “You’re sorry?”

“Mm-hm.”

His smile faltered, as though he had trouble believing what he’d heard, but then it was back full and even a little smug. He pulled back just enough that Amber could catch her breath but still focus on him. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he knew what he was doing—the man knew how to capture every angle of soft lighting and twist every muscle to showcase his definition—and when he leaned back, each abdominal lengthened as his hand ran from his throat, down his chest, over his stomach, and even glossed across that tasty beauty mark beside his bellybutton before he grabbed the top of his pants and tugged down just enough to show the smooth hilt of his cock.

Like many of his fellow professionals, he was clean-shaven, and Amber felt weak at the sight. Her hand trembled forward, but Wonho pulled back teasingly as he wagged a finger. “Good. You’re nice and loose now, but this is where I have to tell you never touch the dancers, sweetheart. Sorry, had to remind myself of that, too, before we go further.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“It’s your turn, baby.”

Instantly, panic washed through her. “My—no!”

“We talked about shedding pretenses, Amber,” Wonho reminded, her name scalding on that tongue.

“Not clothes!”

He sniffed a laugh. “One in the same. Plus, it makes it easier to fuck you.”

Her jaw dropped. “I’m not—”

But Wonho was on the other side of the room now, leaning back in the middle of the couch with his arms along the top and his obvious erection waiting eagerly for a show. He swiveled his hat around so the brim shadowed his face and enhanced the dark hunger in his eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing,” he assured. “There’s no way you could let me down, mistress. I’m ready to cum just looking at you fully clothed, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll give you a little guidance, okay?”

“You’ll tell me what you like?” Amber said hopefully.

“Oh, that’s easy. I like you.”

Fuck, he was charming, and with another easy smile from him, she relaxed into the music. The song had shifted into another, no less suggestive or sultry, and she let it control her speed.

Amber ran her hands up the sides of her face and into her hair where she pulled her tight ponytail loose and let her chocolate hair spill around her ears. She feathered her fingers through the tangled locks and then ran both hands down her throat, tipping her head back far enough that the olive swath of skin was on full display for the vampire.

Wonho growled low and deep. “You’re a natural, mistress. I’m already begging for you, you have no idea.”

“Tell me,” said Amber as she fumbled with the first button on her blouse.

“Your smell—baby, it brings me to my knees. You’re delicious. I’ve never been so hard or wanted someone so much.”

Despite her shaky fingers, Amber undid the last button of her blouse and peeled it back from her shoulders, revealing a blood-red bra with scallops of lace festooning the shallow cups. Her breasts spilled over the top, barely contained, and her nipples scraped the rim as they tightened under Wonho’s diligent stare.

Wonho hummed. “Wow, mistress. Exceptional.”

Emboldened by his praise, she hooked her fingers under the waist of her pants and worked them down her hips as seductively as she could, but she had none of the art that he had mastered. Still, as she stepped out of her slacks, she heard him tut.

His voice was an octave deeper and much, much hungrier. “Is that— Turn around.”

Amber spun slowly, waiting for his inevitable reaction, and Wonho didn’t disappoint. She glanced back over her shoulder and caught his fingers gripping the edge of the couch as though he was forcing himself to stay seated. His chest heaved, articulating every gorgeous muscle, and his brow had creased the same as Hyungwon’s had back in the woods when the truth of what they were had been laid bare.

“I didn’t know a thong was standard issue, Detective.”

“It’s not,” Amber admitted.

Wonho’s brow creased sharper. “Was this for your date?”

“No.”

A dark laugh vibrated through the air. “For me then? You were counting on this.”

It wasn’t a question this time because that was a statement of fact. They both knew it.

“That’s a smart girl, coming ready for me. Touch your lips, baby.” Wonho’s gaze glided from the swell of her ass and the little stripe of crimson threaded between it to her mouth where her finger now hooked. He let out a little breath. “How can you look so innocent doing every dirty thing I tell you?”

The only reply she could manage was a bite of her bottom lip.

“But you’re not innocent, are you, mistress?” Amber said nothing and he smirked. “Face me.”

His eyes raked over her scantily-clad body, savoring every inch of tanned skin until he settled at her chest.

“Run your fingers along your bra,” Wonho instructed. “I want just a peek.”

Amber pulled the cup down so a blossom of forbidden rose tantalized, and he inhaled sharply at the sight.

“That’s it, baby,” he purred, “try and keep your secrets from me. It only makes me want you more.”

Unprompted, she tugged the front of her thong up, pressing it obscenely against her dripping sex. Wonho thumped his fist against the armrest, and Amber heard something inside splinter.

“Don’t do that again,” he warned, his fangs suddenly prodding his full bottom lip. “It’s very hard for me not to fuck you through the floor.”

“Why don’t you?” she challenged.

“Because then you’ll leave, and I’m not ready for that.”

There was a strange note under all that heat, something cold and desperate almost, but it didn’t seem possible for a man like him, and so Amber nodded once and returned her hands to her breasts where she waited for more direction.

She knew she should be doing something else with her body—swaying or gyrating or rolling her hips—but it was all so foreign to her. Seduction was their expertise, not hers, and the best she could manage was a slow stroke of her soft globes as she waited for Wonho to regain his composure.

It took him another moment, but eventually, playful firelight returned to his eyes, and he said, “Undo the clasp, but don’t take it off yet.”

The tight binding released to her relieved sigh, but she held the cups to her chest with one hand as the other went to a strap.

“Pull it down,” he said. “Slowly. Slower. Make me hurt for you.”

The tease was as agonizing for Amber as she imagined it was for him, but she couldn’t deny how electric the scrape of the lace was when it was commanded by the god in front of her. With both straps now removed, the only thing holding up the fabric was her hand. With a jut of his chin, he ordered it away, and Amber tossed it to the corner of the room. Her nipples perked instantly in the cool of the concrete room, and Wonho grabbed himself through his pants at the sight.

“Beautiful, baby, just beautiful. You’re so sexy, god, you could strip for a living. Every guy in the room would be cumming in his pants at the sight of you,” the vampire said as he stroked the outline of his cock. “But I’ll never let you. The thought of some desperate fool touching himself as he fantasizes about fucking my mistress… Shit, the thought of someone else fucking you makes me want to break something. It’s unforgivable.”

But then his hand stopped teasing and instead gripped his length hard. Wonho’s voice deepened as he swallowed hard. “Your date—did he fuck you?”

Amber caressed the undersides of her breasts as she watched the man in front of her with more wonder than she wanted to admit. His fangs had lengthened until they could barely fit in his mouth, and they gritted against his other teeth. His jealousy was perilous, and she should have been defensive, not stroking her tits for his amusement, but she couldn’t stop herself.

At last, she answered, “I didn’t let him.”

All at once, Wonho released his death grip on his cock, and he eased back into their moment. “Good. Good. Because he isn’t worthy of you.”

“That’s not why.”

“Of course, it is, goddess, but tell me your reason.”

Amber flashed back to Johnny’s car, to his sweet smile and his eager eyes and his respectable dick ready for her, and she understood with perfect clarity why she had ended up here tonight.

“He wasn’t the one I wanted.”

“You wanted me?” There was a strange note in Wonho’s voice again, this one different, soft even despite all of his hardness.

“From the moment I saw you,” she confessed.

“Even knowing what I am?”

Amber wasn’t sure what he meant—vampire, murderer, whatever else—but she was sure of her answer.

“Yes.”

Abruptly, Wonho stalked over to her, his hands hovering over the shape of her frame as though some invisible barrier was trying to keep them apart, but he powered through it at last and cupped her face to bring her mouth to his. His lips ghosted pendulously across the contours of Amber’s mouth. His nose rubbed along hers, and a low purr traveled through him, tickling her unexpectedly.

“I promise I’ll be worthy of you,” he murmured against the corner of her lips. “You won’t regret anything with me.”

Amber knew she should, but she could tell from his gentle smile that he was right. This was right.

Wonho gathered her easily in his arms to her little yelp. She grasped his shoulders as a blush flourished across her cheeks, and she felt the urge to bury herself in his elegant clavicle. He carried her over to the futon and sat her at the end with a moment spared to trace his thumb over the eyebrow above her kaleidoscope eye. “Sit here, beautiful.”

Amber settled in against the armrest, but she was too stiff, and Wonho noticed immediately. He ran his hands through her hair and over her shoulders until she relaxed, and once she had, he propped her one foot up on the cushion, little kitten heel still on, and eased the other wide on the floor so her clothed cunt was on full display for him.

Once he was satisfied, Wonho moved to the opposite end of the couch in a similar pose. He waggled his eyebrows at her and asked, “Comfy?”

“You’re so far away,” she pouted.

“It’s not forever, mistress, believe me, but let’s have a little fun first, get you to let go some more. Why don’t you put those lovely fingers of yours right over that needy pussy and rub for me?”

Amber blinked at him, but Wonho already had his hand on his dick as he waited for her to catch up. Somehow, masturbating in front of someone else, even someone she could hardly wait to fuck her, felt impossibly intimate. She worried her bottom lip.

As usual, Wonho sported that gentle smile of his that could coax her into just about anything, and with a hesitant tremble, she brought her hand to the swells of her core. Heat rose from beneath the thin fabric though her ample wetness dampened its strength.

One of his fangs curled over the corner of his bottom lip as he lifted his hips and nudged the hem of his sweats down just enough to allow his member to spring out. Without any soft curls to distract from its length, his cock shone glorious in the wan office lighting.

Amber let out a gasp before she regained her sense and moved to follow suit, but her guide shook his head. “Leave them on. I like seeing how wet I make you.”

It wasn’t hard. Her thong was mostly mesh, and her slick had glossed it lewdly. Her fingers were soaked just ghosting over it, and she presented them to him for approval.

“How did I get so lucky to have such a filthy goddess for my mistress?” Wonho murmured as he sniffed the air. “Go on, make yourself feel good, pretty baby.”

“I thought that was your job?” Amber complained.

“I promised I’ll be worthy of you, mistress, and I will, but you know how I got into the phone sex business?”

“Hmm?” she said breathily as she circled her sex harder now.

“I like to talk. And you know what I want to say to you, sweetheart?”

Her head tipped back against the couch as pleasure thrummed between her thighs. “Hmm?”

“I've never seen anyone as sexy as you in my whole life. The moment I saw you, I knew I had to fuck you. I had to know if your little pink pussy tastes as decadent as your name.

“Once won’t be enough, mistress. I need your tight, wet cunt squeezing my cock as you whimper for release. I want to fuck you as deep as I can go until you beg me to fill you with my cum. I want you every way I can have you, over and over and over again. I want those unreal eyes rolled back in your head as you’re delirious with ecstasy. I want you to forget everyone else’s name as I fuck you into this couch. There’s only me and all the pleasure I can give you.

“Tonight, mistress, I’ll let you tell me what you want, and I’ll give it all to you, but don’t you forget.”

Wonho stopped and her eyes shot open to find his. Gone was the sweet, flirtatious boy with the mouth full of sin. Now, a man of immeasurable power and beauty demanded every ounce of her attention. He pitched forward, caging her in his arms. The head of his dick slapped against the back of her sheltering hand as his lips came within an inch of hers.

His mouth parted, and the soft skin there glazed hers as he whispered firmly, “I’m going to take from you, too.”

Amber’s lips flushed with anticipation, begging for Wonho to kiss them and seal their contract, but he loomed over her without fulfillment before returning to the other side of the sofa, his dick back in his hand.

“Do you want that?” he asked.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Do you want me?”

“Oh, god, yes.”

“Good, and I want to give it to you, but first, I need you begging for me.”

“Please, Hoseok, I—”

“No,” he said though his smile returned just briefly at his true name in her mouth, “not just your words. I need your eyes begging. I need your body shaking with want. I want to see your pussy ache with needs only I can satisfy.”

Amber’s panic ramped up with every furious swipe of her fingers over her clit. Wonho was so far away, and now that she’d had another taste of his closeness, she was desperate for him to come back. “How?”

“We’re gonna talk, baby. We’re gonna tell each other every naughty thing we want to do to each other as we touch ourselves, but I’m not going to touch you and you’re not going to touch me. I want you laid bare. I want your every last inhibition. I'll know when you're ready to surrender everything to me. You're not leaving here without my cum inside you.”

Amber whimpered.

“That's a good start,” he praised.

“But your coworkers—”

“Baby, it’s a phone sex line. Everyone in here’s getting off, but if you’re so worried, I’ll take fucking you through the wall off the agenda.”

Her fingers stuttered over her clothed folds as another wave of nerves rippled through her. “I’m not sure what to say.”

“You say whatever you want. I’m already staring at your magnificent cunt right now, there’s no reason to hold back.”

“Um, I want—” She fumbled, trying to put a voice to all the unforgivable things she wanted to do with this gorgeous temptation, but where scandal came naturally for Wonho, Amber wavered on the precipice. All it took to push her over the edge was Wonho fisting his cock as he flexed his massive thighs, and she blurted, “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Wonho grunted as he pumped his dick harder, and his eyes drifted shut for a moment.

Amber bit her lip. “You like it when I tell you how sexy you are?”

“I do,” he admitted.

“You like knowing that I’ve never seen a body as perfect as yours?”

“Mm,” he purred.

“Tell me how hard you are for me.”

“Ah, I could break diamonds, mistress.”

Amber’s eyes slid closed now as her fingers worked a little faster over her clit. “Hoseok, tell me all the ways you’ve thought about fucking me.”

“Since I first saw you? Oh, gorgeous, that list is going to be too long. We’ll both have already cum before I get to the end.”

“I want to cum to the thought of you fucking me. Tell me.”

“Yes, mistress,” he rumbled. Wonho closed his eyes and let his head fall to the back of his couch though his hand never missed a beat. “First, I would want to worship your perfect tits. The moment I laid eyes on you, all I could think about was getting you out of that swimsuit and into my mouth. All I had to do was lift one strap, and they’d have been mine for the taking. Fuck, I should have just done it. Swam out to you under that bridge and teased those tight nipples of yours. Your hand would be in my hair, pressing my mouth on your tit as I sucked and sucked, and you’d look down at me with those beautiful eyes and moan my name.”

“Hoseok…” she groaned as she pictured those perfect cold lips curled into a smile around her nipple.

“Yeah, just like that. And then I’d slip my fingers along your pussy just to feel how wet I’d gotten you. You’d be soaking for me, right, mistress?”

“So wet.”

“Mm, then I’d slip inside just to feel you, and I’d fuck you on my fingers until you came for me because I know how my baby likes to cum any way she can. I’d rub that luscious hard clit until you were shivering and begging me to stop and keep going all at once. Then I’d slide my big cock into your soaked cunt and let my mistress take control of me. She can have whatever she wants. Ah, I’d let you tease me so slow if you didn’t get to cum enough or I’d let you use my dick however you need to get you off because that’s why I’m here.”

Amber could no longer keep her eyes open despite how much she liked watching Wonho’s hips shiver as he fucked into his hand at just the thought of her. The friction of the fabric over her clit was thrilling, but she needed a smoother rhythm, and her hand dipped under the hem so she could rub herself more furiously. She was getting so close so fast as the weight of his words sunk into her.

“You’re here for me to use?” she realized slowly.

“Any way mistress likes. I’m here to service my goddess. Any place, any time, any position, my cock is yours. Just tell me how, mistress. I was made to please you.”

She puffed out little pants as her body tensed at the prospect. “I want you to fuck me, Hoseok. I need you to fuck me.”

“How, mistress?”

“I want—oh god—I want you to pin me down. I want you to hold me tight. I want to feel all of your muscles controlling me while I control you with my words.”

“Does mistress want it rough?”

Amber gasped as her finger skipped over her slippery clit and ramped her closer and closer to her peak. “I want it hard and firm and deep. Ah, I can feel you inside me, Hoseok, so deep. Fuck, you feel so good.”

And somehow, she could feel him, every vein and ridge thrusting into her with the strength of all that glorious muscle behind it. It was heaven.

Wonho hummed at the thought, too, as he fisted himself tighter. “I’ll push your legs high so I can plow into your tight pussy deeper than you’ve ever felt, mistress. You want all of me?”

“All of you,” Amber echoed as the tension between her hips began to unravel. “God, fuck, don’t hold back!”

Wonho seemed to know the moment she was cumming, and he yanked her thong to the side just in time to watch her pussy shudder with the throes of ecstasy. Amber’s hips canted up as her body seized and her hole squeezed at just the promise of the man in front of her.

Not a second later, Wonho showered her with his cum as he pumped ribbon after ribbon across her throbbing heat.

As her panting subsided and her glassy eyes sharpened, Amber glanced down between her legs and found Wonho with his dick still in his hand and his seed festooning her belly, cunt, and thighs.

“You came?” she marveled as she ran a finger through one milky exclamation point.

“I’m sorry, mistress! Your pussy’s too pretty, and you make me too excited.”

“I didn’t say you could cum,” she scolded.

“I’m sorry,” Wonho persisted, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. The beautiful devil knew exactly what he was doing. He swiveled the brim of his hat to the back and licked his lips. “Let me fix it. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’d better.”

To her delighted squeal, he forced her knees wide, and, with a few broad laps of his tongue, he cleaned up all his mess as well as hers. At the sight of his dark hair tickling between her legs, Amber nearly fainted with lust, but Wonho knew when to move on to his next game, and a moment later, he sat beside her and tugged her onto his lap. He seated each of her legs on either side of his massive thigh, and when the granite muscle met her core, she jolted.

“You fit nice,” she murmured.

“All for you, mistress. Go ahead, take control of me. I’m yours to command.”

Amber fondled the chiseled muscles along Wonho’s sides before she kneaded his biceps and, finally, gripped his shoulders. She squared herself to him and caught his gaze. He watched her so adoringly it was hard to remember that this was just about sex, so she forced her attention back to the mountain of sinew beneath her still clothed core, and she jerked her hips forward to a symphony of friction.

Her breasts bounced with every rut, and his large hands engulfed each globe and kneaded rhythmically. He pinched her nipples until they were high and eager before he tipped forward and nibbled one side and then the other. Above him, Amber keened, her head cast back so every soft cry could bubble out.

“Please look at me, baby,” Wonho asked softly, and Amber found gentle black eyes.

He dragged his lips across hers, not in a kiss but a caress, as his hands wandered up her back and over her shoulders until they found a new favorite spot stroking her neck.

“Your skin is so soft,” he observed dreamily. “I want to touch you everywhere.”

Amber didn’t answer because she couldn’t. Wonho’s voice was as tender as his words, and it didn’t feel safe. Instead, she kept up the pendulous grind of her hips over his thigh while she peeled off his ballcap and raked her fingers back through his silky hair.

“You know just how to touch me, mistress,” he said as he nuzzled his head into her hands. “I—”

Wonho stopped to purr as her nails dug into his scalp and her face fell to his shoulder. She feathered kisses along the muscles there all the way over to his neck, where she sucked deeply. A red brand blossomed, but there was no hickey—maybe vampires couldn’t get them. Amber pouted at the realization that she couldn’t leave her mark on his ethereal skin, but judging by the hunger in Wonho’s eyes, that didn’t matter. She knew, in that moment, he was hers.

“You’ll fill me up so good, won’t you, Hoseok?” she asked as she rocked more determinedly against him.

At her words, there was a ravenous shift in his eyes. His hands had been helping along her hips, but now they stopped her. “Please let me be inside you, mistress.”

“You need me, baby?” Amber said as she cupped his cheek, and Wonho nuzzled into it.

“I’ve never needed anyone so badly.”

“You’re gonna make me feel good then, right?”

“So good you’ll never want to leave me.”

She stared down at the vampire’s face in wonder. His brow was knitted with tension, and his eyes were tight at the corners, but it was his lips that captivated her—determined at first and then softening with some secret vulnerability that made her feel vulnerable, too.

Amber hurried away from the feeling and dumped all of her attention into hastening along her next orgasm. Her thong was so slick with her last release that it was harder to get the friction she needed to cum again. She resumed her grind against his thigh in the hopes that it might catapult her over the edge again before things escalated, but Wonho had other plans.

He had let her dictate their entire evening on her own speed, but when he wanted something, no one could hold him back. He flipped Amber on her back and draped one of her legs over the back of the couch while he shoved the other wide across the floor so he could see her cunt in full bloom.

“Yes,” he whispered, one finger hooking the seat of her thong to the side while the other ghosted over the shivering hood of her clit. “It’s prettier than I could have ever dreamed of.”

“I’m lonely, Hoseok. What are you waiting for?”

But he was lost. His index finger slipped into her hole as he watched, stunned, as it was consumed joint by joint. Once he was buried to the knuckle, he looked up at Amber with a slack-jawed expression she could only think to call astonished. He didn’t move his finger, just kept it pressing into her velvet walls as he leaned forward and kissed her all too briefly.

“My mistress has the most beautiful pussy in the world,” he marveled with a few pumps of his finger inside her. “Ready for me to fill it up, mistress?”

“Fuck, yes, hurry,” she demanded.

Despite her instructions though, Wonho nuzzled the head of his cock just inside her tight hole and pushed in agonizingly slowly. Her core was stretched around his length, her juices glistening in the low light. Amber had never felt so full, and she had only taken his tip.

“Ah,” she whined, “so big, so good. I want more. Give me more.”

Wonho gave her no more than a measured inch this time, and her walls constricted around him. He swallowed hard but held firm, just watching her pussy flutter around him. It would have been erotic if the release she’d once been chasing wasn’t rapidly skittering away.

“I told you to fucking hurry,” Amber said panting with need.

“I will, I will,” he assured, his eyes never leaving their intimate connection. “I only get one first time with you, mistress. Let me make it unforgettable for you.”

“Move, Hoseok. I need you to move.”

“Shh,” he commanded without taking his eyes off her pussy. “I need this.”

Amber squirmed beneath him, but with one enormous hand, he grabbed her breast to still her while his thumb traced his cock where it penetrated her. A moment later it polished her hard clit, and she shook beneath him, her walls gripping him tighter.

“Mm, there it is. That’s what I need,” he murmured.

His thumb disappeared from the aching button only long enough for him to wet it, and it was back to tease her more vigorously.

“Please move,” she whimpered again as her pelvis swirled, but the hand at her breast had now moved to her hip, forcing her flat.

“Soon, mistress, I promise. I’m going to memorize every little thing that makes your body sing so I can always worship you like you deserve. For now, you’re going to cum like this for me so I can feel how good of a job I can do for you.”

“Hoseok, I’m in—” But Amber’s objection died on her lips as his thumb switched to a smoother, faster flick better than she had ever managed for herself. His skill was masterful, and even though she was supposed to be the one leading the evening, she could give her dutiful servant a little reward if it kept his big hands on her and his thick cock inside her.

He moved back to her breast again, pinching and pulling her nipple while he kept up with his perfect rhythm on her clit. “What a beautiful goddess you are. I’m so lucky you chose me to worship you tonight. Your tits were made for my hand, and this pussy? You know how hard it is for me to keep from fucking this perfect pussy so deep this whole place knows about it? Tell me it’s not about me, mistress. Tell me before I lose control.”

Wonho was so beautiful, so lost in her, and she could tell from how hard he was concentrating that he meant every word.

“It’s not about you, Hoseok,” Amber managed, trying to keep her voice strong despite how weak he was making her feel. “It’s about, ah—it’s about me.”

She barely managed to get out the last words before her next climax overtook her with devastating results. She arched up into Wonho’s hands, and he took the opportunity to slip one around her back and press her to his chest as his thumb still coaxed her through the rest of her high. As she slackened in his grip, he bathed her neck in kisses, and once or twice, she felt the skip of a fang against her skin. Above her, Wonho mewled and grunted and hummed, and his grateful vocals chased aftershocks through her limp frame.

“So perfect,” he murmured. “So lucky. Did I make you feel good, mistress?”

“You did such a good job,” Amber assured with a stroke of his cheek. “But you didn’t get to cum inside me?”

“It’s okay. I came earlier. Tonight’s about you. You just told me that.”

“Hoseok,” she said, her voice firm enough to jar his attention from her flushed pussy still engulfing the head of his dick. “You’re a good boy, and I’m not done with you yet.”

Wonho smiled, his wide ears bobbing while his teeth dazzled. “Thank you, mistress.”

“Put it in another inch,” she ordered. Her eyes glided down to the junction of their bodies and watched as he split her wider with his thick shaft. Amber groaned.

“Another.”

This time, her nails scratched the armrest along with his shoulder, and they both hissed.

“Ah, another, good boy.”

“You’re so tight,” he whimpered. “Too fucking hot. Mistress, I’m on fire. I can’t take it.”

Amber soothed Wonho’s hair back from his brow and cooed, “Yes, you can, baby. Put it all the way in, deep as you can go.”

With an emphatic thrust, his hips ground into hers, and they moaned in unison. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulder while his fisted the futon.

“You’re so hard,” she stammered as her walls adjusted to Wonho’s delicious intrusion. “Did I make you this hard, Hoseok?”

In an instant, Wonho’s submissive façade faded, and his grip on the couch loosened. His hands returned to Amber’s body, coasting up and down her skin, feathering over her pebbled nipples, and blotting the sweat that had stippled every inch. He pressed a kiss to her lips and mumbled against them again, “I can’t believe you chose me.”

“I changed my mind,” she said abruptly as she stared into the vampire’s bright eyes. He froze, panic on his soft, beautiful features, until a smile graced her face. “I want you to fuck me through the wall.”

A second later, her back was flat against the cold concrete, her legs cinched around his waist, wrists pinned above her head in one of his hands, his cock still buried deep inside her.

There was no use dragging anything out anymore. With his mistress’s blessing, the beast inside the man was loosed, and Wonho set a punishing pace. He fucked Amber hard and fast, right out of her heels, and if she hadn’t had the wall behind her, her whole body would have been bouncing instead of just her tits. Senseless moans poured out of her mouth, too overcome to make anything other than animalistic grunts and cries. Drool trickled out of the corner of her lips as her eyes rolled back into her head.

She’d never felt friction like this. Wonho was so fast and Amber was so wet, but it felt like he was trying to start a fire from the inside, and she was the one burning up. Her ankles locked above his tight ass as hard as she could while his hips rammed against hers. Between that and her high-pitched moans, there was no way anyone working next door wouldn’t know exactly what was happening in here, but the thrill of being discovered only added to the heat gathering in the pit of her stomach.

“I’m gonna—fuck, yes, there, Hoseok!” she hissed as he plowed deep into her walls. “G-gonna cum.”

“Let me feel it, mistress. Please give it to me.”

And with that, Amber was gone. Her legs constricted around his muscular waist while her cunt gushed around his cock. Her head thunked against the wall as all the tension snapped within her, and a moment later, she was a limp ragdoll in his arms, relying totally on his boundless strength to keep her up.

Wonho slipped out of her and carried her over to the chair where he set her on the armrest. He kissed her again, sweet and soft and the polar opposite of how hard he’d just fucked her.

As her faculties slowly returned, Amber realized how exhausted she was deep in her bones, but somehow, she was still unfulfilled. Looking at his wet, red cock still standing painfully erect, she knew exactly why.

“You still didn’t cum!” she insisted.

“It’s all about you, sweetheart. I promised you that.”

To Wonho’s surprise, Amber furrowed her brow and grabbed the base of his dick, tugging him close. He jolted forward with a bark somewhere between laughter and shock.

“Good boys deserve to feel good, too. Now, I order you to cum inside me.”

The smirk that played at the corner of his lips was downright sinful. “Didn’t expect this.”

“Why not, Dr. Lee? It’s your fault,” Amber volleyed back as she stroked her sticky cum up and down his shaft. “You know exactly what you’re doing with this sexy body and that silver tongue. I can’t think of anything else when I’m around you. Now, I’m going to bend over, and you’re going to put this big dick back in me, got it?”

“Got it, mistress,” he said, that smirk now permanently engraved on his face.

Amber turned around, braced her hands against the armrest, and presented her ass to Wonho. His hands roamed over the skin there, squeezing and stroking for a moment, before she pulled the crotch of her underwear to the side again, and he was back inside her pussy to another round of relieved groans.

She glanced over her shoulder and caught his gaze before she said, “I’m controlling you this time, understand? You can touch me, but don’t fuck me. I’m going to make you cum, okay? Don’t move.”

Wonho nodded and set his hands on the small of her back as he watched Amber piston up and down the length of his cock. He hummed, stroking her spine with his thumb while she set a firm, long rhythm.

“Do you like that?” she asked, hoping her nerves didn’t betray her faux confidence.

“Watching the hottest pussy I’ve ever seen swallow my dick? Fuck, mistress, there’s nothing better.”

“And you’re going to fill it up with cum, right?”

He groaned, his hands tightening along her ribs. “Ah, yes!”

Amber moved faster now, focusing on shorter strokes that kept him deep in her core. She squeezed her walls around him and Wonho hissed, his nails scratching her sides. It was wonderful, feeling him react to her the way she had to him. Her power grew with every stroke, and from the way he was grunting with every roll of her hips, she knew she had him dead to rights.

“Mistress, I’m going to cum.”

“Not yet,” she said as she switched to the fastest bounce she could manage. He was deep and her belly was full and it was too good to end just yet.

Wonho’s hands gripped her waist outright now. “Please, mistress. I have to.”

“Not until I tell you to.”

“Please, I can’t—” His nails had sharpened like his fangs, and she could feel their tremulous bite at her side. “Your pussy’s too good. I love it. I love it, Amber. I have to fill it now. Right fucking now.”

His voice wasn’t his anymore—more dangerous growl than teasing flirt—and she glanced back. Wonho’s fangs were bared and his brow was creased perilously. This time, his nails bit emphatically into her waist as his breaths grew feral. A ribbon of fear flowed through her, and she realized just how risky being with a vampire could be.

“Cum for me,” Amber shouted, and the effect was immediate.

Wonho jerked her hips back to meet his hilt, and cold cum flooded her heat. His pretty whimpers surrounded her, and as the last of his load emptied into her, his nails receded along with his fangs, and gentleness returned to his strong features.

“I’m so sorry,” he said as soon as he was back to himself. He pulled out of her and spun her around so he could check her face before he checked her sides to be sure he hadn’t hurt her. “Baby, I lost control. Are you okay? I’m so sorry, Amber.”

“I’m fine. Seriously.” Why was her heart flip-flopping at her name on his lips?

In a flash, Wonho had flattened the futon into a bed, and just as quickly, he had scooped her up and laid her on it. A moment later, he brought over a blanket and covered her with it. Amber imagined if vampires could blush, his cheeks would be the prettiest shade of pink.

“You sure you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

“Hoseok, forget it. You were wonderful.” Amber glanced between her legs and scowled at the filthy state of her underwear. “Great. These are ruined now.”

Relieved, Wonho sank onto the bed behind her and laughed. “I'll buy you another pair we can ruin later.”

“But I liked these,” she complained.

“Just give them to me, then they won’t go to waste.”

The detective glowered at him. “Seriously? After all that, now you want me to take my underwear off?”

Wonho stroked her hair as he kissed the crown of her head before he pulled her into his arms for a full-body spoon. One hand curled along her stomach while the other idly stroked her breasts. “You're going to be my inspiration for the next few calls, babe, and I need my muse.”

“Kinky fuck,” Amber chided with a smile as she slipped out of her thong and handed it to him.

“That's the biz, beautiful.”

For a moment, it occurred to her how ordinary these trysts had all become. It was practically becoming an expectation, and that was more distressing than anything. First, she was begging for them to cum inside her after she had explicitly ordered them not to, and here she was, fallen so far that she was snuggling—snuggling—with one of the brothers like this was her life now. Any sweetness was instantly dampened by heavy knowledge.

“I hate that I have no self-control with you,” Amber admitted as she burrowed into the blanket.

“You were pretty good at control tonight, mistress.”

“Not what I mean, Lee.”

Wonho brushed the hair back from her neck and kissed her there before he said, “If it makes you feel any better, we feel the same.”

“What?”

She glanced over her shoulder and found him propped on one veiny forearm, staring back at her. “Our family, we’ve all tried to stay away from you. Hyungwon warned us before we’d even met you that it was safer if we didn’t get involved, but it’s impossible. It just feels… wrong.”

Every hair on her body stood rigid now. “Safer? Safer for who?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. I just like being near you. You make me feel…”

“Feel what?” she wondered, gazing into those brilliant eyes of his.

“Everything.”

Wonho squeezed her tighter than he ever had, crushing her in his exquisite muscles, and in her encroaching exhaustion, Amber realized, right now, she didn’t care either.

#monsta x smut #novel #succumbing to sybaris #original character #shownu #wonho #minhyuk #kihyun #hyungwon #jooheon #changkyun #Detective AU #vampire au #1990s #WE GO HARD YO #reverse harem

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enniewritesathing · 3 years ago

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I posted 2,716 times in 2021

1569 posts created (58%)

1147 posts reblogged (42%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.7 posts.

I added 5,943 tags in 2021

#non sims - 1191 posts

#a text post - 1137 posts

#tzr - 626 posts

#the sims 4 - 533 posts

#ts4 - 533 posts

#sims 4 - 531 posts

#simblr - 517 posts

#oc: john - 378 posts

#oc things - 251 posts

#oc: brian - 246 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#it would probably surprise people when brian tells people he hates his family -- and he says it with no warmth that they'd drop it immediat

My Top Posts in 2021

Is that my sim(s) in 🌈Rainbow🌈?

A sims challenge by @hufflepuff-sim Rules: make the same sim, but in the colors of the rainbow, using every color as the main theme of the look. then use the #rainbowsim!

I was tagged by @pink-chevalier (thank you, hon! 💓). I know it said just one but... they’re kind of a package deal lmao. I know a bunch of people have already done it, but if you wanna and you haven’t done so, then I tag you.

58 notes • Posted 2021-08-30 01:30:59 GMT

Hi! 👋

A mysterious package as been delivered to your sim’s door. They wonder and speculate what might be inside. Or do they have a bad memory and don’t remember what they ordered? Is it good? Is it bad? Is it a package that was delivered to the wrong place?

In my sims’ case... well, I can’t say, but they’re gonna have fun. 😏

How many poses?

16! Mix and match, Person A/B marked, Thumbnails

What do you need?

Any dining table

ATS4 Big Carboard Box and Big Open Cardboard Box

That’s it! This is a pretty straightforward set. To get the box on the table, use bb.moveobjects to elevate it.

If you wanna see the preview (or read the story, it’s like 5 minutes long at best), you can go 🐝here🐝

As usual, feel free to ask me questions, tag #enniewritesathing or @ me! I’d love to see your sims! Don’t forget to like/reblog and check out my other poses!

🌟Download (No Ads Ever, Always Free!)🌟

[SFS] // [MF]

@maxismatchccworld @ts4-poses

68 notes • Posted 2021-07-01 05:07:00 GMT

Hello 👋!

🎉Thank you so much for 500 Followers! 🎉

I’ve reached A Number [🎊500🎊] and I went back and forth on making a gift... then I remember I had a good bit of poses that were just sitting in my WIP folder and my general rule is if one person wants it, I’ll release it. Plus it’s been months since I’ve released anything, lol.

How many Poses?

21! Marked with A/B with Variations

What do you need?

Water Bottle @thespangleway (included!*) -- ring finger/non stigmata

Any Dining Chair

Mega Living Chair

Fabricated Chair (Eco Lifestyle EP)

Park it Patio Bench

Base Game Lounger

Any Double Bed

Lounger by @imfromsixam (bit of a size warning)

Notes/Suggestion: For the furniture poses, I made sure to include a BGC version and they are labeled as such. I don’t forsee any major clipping issues, but maybe a slight case of hover hand for the couple lounge pose. For the pose that has one sim sitting in the chair and the other on the floor, that one’s intended to be posed in the nude -- but if you don’t want to that is totally fine! Some shorts or w/e would be fine but if that sim wears pants, the hands may clip into them.

*I am including the file to this because I can not find the file anywhere else (lostcc, s4s). I found the reblogged post, but the original post and the link is gone from S4S. And there’s no TOU and they’ve been inactive for a couple of years; obviously not taking credit for it. I’ll take it out if they ask me to. (Which is why I also have an alternative pose w/o it!)

💖Preview Tag💖

As usual, feel free to ask me questions, tag #enniewritesathing or @ me! I’d love to see your sims! Don’t forget to like/reblog and check out my other poses!

Download (No Ads Ever, Always Free!)

[SFS] // [MF]

@maxismatchccworld, @ts4-poses

102 notes • Posted 2021-05-27 01:15:04 GMT

Hey, everybody! 👋

I actually wasn’t planning on doing anything for V-Day, but then OC Kiss week came up but I’m working on a HUGE story thing and I would like to put something out for it this month and there’s NO way of me trying to fit all that in. Then I remembered I made some poses for the Couples Challenge I did last month!

I had enough for me to call it a pack, and lord knows when I was gonna release these... might as well! The husbands are just having a lazy day and all of that (they’re engaged but yknow what I mean lmao).

How many poses?

3 with Couch, 2 with Bed (one pose has a variant). Marked A and B with description and thumbnails 👀

What do you need?

Any 3-seated Couch and Any Bed

Ottoman (Wicked Wicking Ottoman OR the Base Game... they’re about the same height).

Luumia’s Beer Bottle

Quiddity Jones’ Wine Glass - Wine Glass Right Bowl

Notes/Suggestions: There’s not much I can say tbh other than the usual. (may be a little clipping, made it for male sims but don’t let that stop you, etc).

Oh! Yes, I do! The last bed pose (or the bed poses in general) I had the idea of intimacy so, it’s intended for sims to be naked, but if you’re not cool with that, I am totally fine with it, there’s just gonna be some clipping. It’s more of a hanging out kind of deal and it depends on your pair’s relationship. Everyone got some sort of idea of what that means.

(On the flipside of nudity, the beer drinking one doesn’t have to be ‘nude’; that’s just John being who he is, but the foot placement is for modesty... whatever that is lol).

And for the ottoman, you’ll have to use bb.moveobjects.

💖Previews Here💖

As usual, feel free to ask me questions, tag #enniewritesathing or @ me! I’d love to see your sims! Don’t forget to like/reblog and check out my other poses!

[SFS] // [MF]

TY! @maxismatchccworld, @ts4-poses

120 notes • Posted 2021-02-04 04:45:05 GMT

⚠️Remember, tomorrow is a HUGE patch day so if you don't want to update your game, make sure you uncheck auto-update. ⚠️

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #I HAD TO remove the preview pics and some of the colors...#i still refuse to use the new editor lol

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suibiansubs · 5 years ago

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Happy New Year!! Bulk Release!!

Hellooo everyone!! ^v^

Wish you all a VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR from our whole Suibian Subs and Scanlations team!!

As a little something for starting off the new year, we have another bulk release for you all!

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jean----ralphio · 4 years ago

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BoB liveblog ep 3

Feelings. I’m having them.

Episode 3: Carentan, but I’m renaming it my heart hurts because this ep is so heavy but also I’m happy cos the best thing possible happens AKA the return of Rich

00:01 THE MUSIC. UGH. WHISKEY STAT.

03:02 These men, I can’t, stop doing this to me Tom Hanks, I feel personally attacked by the pain

03:18 My husband has just informed me I shouldn’t drink while doing these liveblogs because it’s “unhealthy” and “dangerous” and “please stop drinking my whiskey and crying about Gabriel from Supernatural.” First of all, he’s fucking lucky I’m not filing for divorce. Secondly, I need to cope SOMEHOW! “Yes, but I really don’t think alcohol is the best choice as a coping mechanism.” WRONG ALCOHOL IS THE ONLY CHOICE.

03:46 Blithe! Whatcha doing baby?

03:55 Shifty! My angel son is here!

04:21 Real talk, the first thing I ever saw Marc Warren in was this hot as fuck movie with Lee Williams, I’ll google it hang on. OK it’s called ‘No night is too long’, its based off a book. Marc Warren plays this hot professor and Lee Williams is a uni student and the sex scene montage is seared in my memory forever, and there’s a kiss in elevator and it is something else. That’s all I remember when I see Marc. His character in it was super intense and kinda scary, so it’s funny to see him playing Blithe, who is baby.

05:17 Aw Shift, my little angel baby son

05:32 Perco! <3

05:41 Lieb I’ve missed you <3 Luz <3

06:11 Oh Blithe, sweetie.

06:38 Like. He’s functioning. But he’s also not functioning. Same tbh

06:58 Harrrrryyyy <3

07:18 “No talking, no smoking, and no playing grab-fanny with the guy in front of you, Luz!” Iconic.

08:01 “And another thing to remember, boys, flies spread disease! So keep yours closed!” Oh Luz, never change

08:15 Love these few seconds, the fire and the water and the silhouettes

09:11 What do you mean again! How many times have you lost them, Harry?!

09:44 Yay the husbands are here. I’ve missed them. BUT YOU KNOW WHO I MISS THE MOST? RICH. WHERE IS HE?

10:40 You’re the yokel, sweetie

10:50 It’s OK, baby Blithe!

11:02 Look, Dad and his husband are here, you’re safe

11:27 Ugh that scene

12:00 I don’t like this, Dick

12:35 “WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO!”

“I HAVE NO IDEA!”

Iconic.

12:45 Move, boys! Listen to Dad!

13:11 BABY NO DON’T TAKE YOUR HELMET OFF!

13:31 Angel son, be careful

13:45 God how do they even know where to shoot?

14:08 Shifty! I said be careful!

14:09 God he’s good

14:23 No baby!

14:40 That was boss, random dude. Tipper?

14:50 Angel son

15:01 Boys. God.

15:40 Was that necessary?

15:41 Well, it led to that boss scene for one, I guess. Iconic.

15:57 Naw, Luz had a feeling <3 And he was right!

16:08 Leave them, baby

16:46 Buck lmao

16:57 Sweetie it’s OK! Oh no, baby ☹

17:10 Roe <3

17:18 Me too, babe

17:38 Ah, Lip! Speirs, come save him!

17:53 Lol poor Lip! Oh no, not the goods!

18:01 I’m happy for you, and Speirs, lmao

18:39 Yeah, you show that outhouse, Tip. It was looking shady as fuck to be fair

18:48 Oh fuck.

18:56 This bit though, the distorted sound… fuck

19:25 Oh Lieb <3

19:35 Lieb, you always try to pretend you don’t care and that you’re badass but you’re not fooling me <3

19:44 Baby, no, wtf are you doing?

19:53 IT’S RICH! OH THANK FUCK! I’VE BEEN SO FUCKING WORRIED. I’M SO PHYSICALLY RELEIEVED LMAO

20:02 My heart

20:27 God

20:34 Where tf did you find that horse?!

20:50 You named him fat boy??

21:02 Oh, honey. I can’t make jokes. It’s a stressful time for us all, me especially, due to the lack of Rich.

21:06 Nix. No.

21:10 Husbands <3

21:14 Baby! Nix go back and help.

21:23 He’s like ugh tf I don’t have time for this! Mood

21:34 This is the first time we hear Roe speak <3

21:43 Listen to him, Dick!

21:45 Hey Buck

22:22 Lord, thank you for Shane’s face.

22:31 Roe’s like wtf you gonna do?

22:55 Baby don’t cry!

23:32 You didn’t let anyone down! It’s OK!

23:43 Oh Dick called him son, I can’t

23:57 Dad healing vibes.

24:11 Dick is legit a Dad now. Is this how the adoption process works?

24:41 Roe is like tf just happened

24:53 RICH! RICH!!!! <3

24:59 Ew

25:05 Don’t touch it, Rich, yucky.

25:21 Oh God. Terrifying.

25:22 Riiiiich, I’ve missed you so much

25:30 Speirs just wants to get back to killing ASAP

25:37 Terrifying. Pretty. But terrifying.

25:41 Mood, Penk

25:56 Riiiich <3 He looks so golden in the sunlight <3

25:58 Paused here a while. His face is beneficial to my health and well-being, OK? Also, third whiskey

26:04 RIIICCH <3 He’s such a wind up. He’s so pretty and golden! Look at his eyes and his little lock of hair and his stubble, I can’t even.

26:17 I can’t. His eyes. Even in the shade you can see they’re so pretty <3

26:36 So much Rich content. I’m so happy.

26:59 Lord. I love Rich. But Matthew is a freaking fox.

27:10 *happy sigh*

27:20 Rich’s hair is so blonde here

27:28 Rich stop throwing things at people!

27:37 Blithe is still a wee bit batshit, but he’s still the only voice of reason in this little party, which is concerning.

28:19 LMAO LUZ “Oh Jesus Christ, Frank, I don’t know, until they tell us to stop.” He’s always such a mood.

28:38 Hoob looks like he needs a bath.

29:02 Move, babies, move

29:38 That day-night transition tho

29:52 Hey Johnny

30:02 Mood

30:07 Harry. Stop. Cute.

30:30 Johnny, I’m not sure I appreciate your little “You can count on ME sir” as if Harry can’t count on Blithe! Don’t be rude.

30:33 Harry! Fucking fall on him why don’t you!

31:06 Tell that to Ross

31:34 Dad’s here

32:37 Oh Harry

32:38 “War is hell” You little shit! Iconic

33:08 Oh God

33:21 Roe <3 He got there quick! I feel like he doesn’t sleep, that he just hangs around in the back waiting to run in and save people <3

33:27 Oh, baby ☹

33:32 Blithe, it’s OK. He looks so scared!

33:55 Johnny, I have several things to say to you. Number 1, how dare you look so hot in this lighting. Number 2, don’t be so freaking lazy! Number 3, leave poor Blithe alone! He is having a Difficult Time. God Johnny is so unimpressed with him tho.

34:35 I would be more scared to run into Speirs, rather than the enemy. He is more terrifying tbh.

34:46 So. Intimidating.

34:54 Nervous? Yes, case in point.

35:01 Oh Christ here we go. Welcome to the Speirs is batshit and murder-hungry show.

35:27 Lol at Johnny suddenly waking up cos he heard gossip

35:40 Goodnight Johnny ‘Unimpressed’ Martin ILY

36:06 Don’t kill him, please

36:33 GDI Speirs

36:53 Literally no one else wants to be like that, Speirs, just you.

37:58 God

38:33 I need to see Rich. I feel like he was back in that field with Malark but I couldn’t make him out properly and I am now Upset.

38:52 Dick is so boss.

39:18 Oh, baby, oh dear

39:42 Ugh, oh no

40:02 Noooo don’t abandon Easy

40:22 Dad’s here, it’s OK

40:57 Dick get down from up there, you’ll get hit

42:08 Lol at Harry

43:18 RICH

43:48 Nix just chillin with his binoculars on his hill the whole time

44:20 Naw Rich just got back with the ammo and now the party is over

45:05 Oh

45:29 I got chills, the way he just disappears

48:11 So touching

48:46 Harry’s not happy

48:57 lol they’re all like nope, don’t make eye contact

48:58 Aw Blithe levelled up, plus 1 courage

49:00 No, not my angel son, you leave him back where it’s safe Harry

49:28 Aw, Harry’s smile <3

49:59 Nix don’t be so crass

51:00 ROE <3

51:28 Aw Harry, it’s not your fault

51:52 I love this. Harry and Dick in the shade, the boys all chillin in the sun. It feels peaceful and like they’re getting some rest, but like it’s not comfortable. Both legit because they’re lying about on rocks and rubble, and like the general mood and tension. It’s not safe yet, and the environment reflects that and this show, I can’t with this fucking masterpiece of a show sometimes I swear

52:25 “That’s why I came to France. To please General Taylor.” Another zinger from Harry! Give me one line of his that is not iconic and I will give you my firstborn

53:34 Oh Blithe <3

53:56 Aw Malark <3

54:15 Dorks

54:53 RICH

55:14 Lol at Malark stealing Rich’s cigarette

55:19 Oh Lord, the way Dick’s face falls. God, that look. Also do you two husbands need to be that close? No, but please continue.

55:27 Babe <3

55:37 Aw the Dad club assembling is never good. Fun’s over.

55:44 Laughing Rich is all I need in this world

56:00 Bill stop groping him, that’s Roe’s job

56:04 Rich <3

56:13 Aw Babe has a new friend

56:16 Rich in the background <3

56:28 Oh Lip

56:31 That’s sweet of you Smokey

56:49 Lip <3

57:02 RICH’S FACE OMG

57:25 Poor Lip, having to do this.

57:29 RICH

57:36 OMG it’s an actual woman

57:48 Good on you Malark

58:07 Cute

58:17 So sweet

58:32 Oh God, this scene. It’s actually a little surprising she’s not figuring it out on her own

58:37 Oh, his face

58:57 Scott does such a beautiful job in this scene, portraying the emotion without much dialogue, not quite meeting her eyes when he should because he’s trying to hide his shock and sadness

59:40 Oh Blithe.

In conclusion I am happy and sad. It’s a very confusing time.

#band of brothers #liveblog #rsj #this one hits right in the feels

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lastencoregraphics · 5 years ago

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Lord El-Melloi II Case Files: Rail Zeppelin Grace Note episode 1 preview; airs July 6th

#Lord El Melloi II Case Files #waver velvet #lord el melloi ii #melvin waynez #reines el melloi archisorte #the quality of this pv was not exactly good #and the coloring even worse im sorry lmao #case files: ep 01

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syntia13treeman · 10 months ago

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Case files 01.02

what I think happened in:

Case 01.02, the case of "RedCanary in the Institute Coal Mine" or "Warning not received".

This one's an easy one.

An urbexer whom we only know by their forum name RedCanary moves back to Manchester and in search of a good spelunking place checks a dedicated forum which, apparently, not only lists suitable sites but also keeps track of how well-explored they are. Ruins of Magnus Institute (burned down about 20 years ago) has been marked as 'cleared' by previous site owner/main moderator, Devan, but there's no information or pictures. Encouraged by other forum users RedCanary decides to go.

(date of 1st exploration: Tuesday night 19.04.2022 till Wednesday morning.)

They get a bit spooked by the place, the pictures they took won't upload/get corrupted, and they feel paranoid for no reason. Also they found and took home some kind of wooden box covered in interesting symbols. They try to photograph the box, but pictures come out distorted. Additionally, forum users reprimand them for stealing from site. They also get insulting/threatening anonymous DMs about it. They angrily announce that they are going to put the stupid box back in the ruins.

They try to make good on this promise a week later. Unfortunately for them, spooky stuff happens. In the aftermath, in the early hours of Saturday 30.04.2022, an image is uploaded from RedCanary's account (but certainly not by RedCanary themself). The image depicts a pair of eyes on the floor (I assume), captioned: Canaries should stay above ground.

Several users are distressed and/or concerned. The mods remove the gory image and temporarily ban RedCanary from the forum. Few days after the ban should have been lifted user BadGrav31 asks if RedCanary is all right. This was the last post on this thread before moderator locked it.

For the trickier part:

What happened to our poor unknown friend?

Are they missing their eyes and traumatized, but alive?

Are they eyeless AND dead?

Are they dead, their eyes rotting on the ground, while something else is walking around in their body, looking at the world with a pair of cold gray eyes?

We might never know.

2. Who is 'Devan' and why did he mark MI as cleared on forum's list?

was it an honest mistake?

Was it actually cleared and well documented at the time, but since then all images/notes got corrupted/disappeared?

did he realize that the place was dangerous and did it to keep people away and safe?

We'll almost certainly never know.

A nice bit of micro-foreshadowing:

"[...]It’s listed under “cleared,” but there’s no pictures or info. I get that it’s useful to have a way of saying a place has been explored to death, but […]" Ay. Not the best choice of words there, buddy. :(

#the magnus protocol #tmagp #tmagp case files #tmagp case 01.02 #tmagp 01 #RedCanary #ep. written by Jonathan Sims #ep. written by J.S.+A.J.N

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yinzhengs · 6 years ago

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原生之罪 | original sin eng. sub masterpost - COMPLETE

“disbarred lawyer chi zhen and criminal investigation team leader lu li go from enemies to partners as they learn to forget their differences, solving cases side-by-side — and finally, even facing down death together.”

here’s my masterpost, now COMPLETE as of 3/1, to keep track of original sin episodes — i’ll keep this one updated. all subbed eps are going up on this playlist, and hopefully we won’t get killed by a copyright strike hopefully dailymotion will treat us better than youtube. (i guess i jinxed myself...)

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eng. sub playlist | google drive | mega dl opening theme translation | ending theme translation | my os sub tag

episodes: the show is split into cases, 4 eps per case.

ep 01 | ep 02 | ep 03 | ep 04 | ep 05 | ep 06 | ep 07 | ep 08 | ep 09 | ep 10 | ep 11 | ep 12 | ep 13 | ep 14 | ep 15 | ep 16 | ep 17 | ep 18 | ep 19 | ep 20 | ep 21 | ep 22 | ep 23 | ep 24 | ep. 25 (extra)

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Succumbing to Sybaris | Chapter Four

Chapter Word Count: 5.8k

A/N: I know y’all be wondering, “Bitch, where’s the smut?” It’s right around the bend, I promise, and from there we’re on the bullet train straight to sin after sin. Setting up a good backstory was the only way my conscience would let me do all the things I’m about to do. *is pathetic* In the meantime, let’s add a few more layers of tension because that shit’s delicious and it makes the payoff taste all the sweeter…

Cvr | Tr | Pr | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | Ep

Amber's pen dropped from her lips to the desk as she sighed dramatically, but there was no one around to pity her. Day Four of her probation and, while her partner/chaperone was currently picking up her favorite gyro for her, she had nothing to do but fill out paperwork on their arrest in the Chevron case and sulk.

They had caught one bad guy, but she felt no triumph. Of course, it was hard to celebrate one arrest while she was also essentially on house arrest herself, but it was bigger than that, and she couldn’t deny it. Eight women were still missing, and she knew there would be more—and, no doubt, soon there would be bodies.

True to his word, the captain had transferred Chae Hyungwon’s file to Welling and Cavill, who had surprised Amber by actually following up with her. Of course, most of that was an excuse to lob barbs about trolling cyberspace for her “cut-and-paste kidnapper,” but she had managed to wedge in her leads in between their elbowing. It was something, but it wasn’t enough. She had to wait until she got home to feel any sense of control again.

Every evening, Amber anticipated the tender heart of night when she could slip into the stream of her modem’s whistles and wails and navigate to her usual chat room, the same one she had four nights ago.

He was always there in the sidebar, as present as if he were in her room with her. It was just six letters on the screen, but somehow it was more than a name—it was a whole person now, elegant limbs and perfect posture waiting in a darkened corner.

Like her new handle, chwSUX didn’t participate in the chat even when someone would try to engage him, even when teenage girls would join and flirt. It was eerier than if he’d continued to cast his lines into the open waters. Instead, it was like he could see through the digital window as clearly as a real one, right to the woman on the other side of her androgynous new ShwingShwing screen name.

Last night, he had shattered that window with a chipper notification ring.

He probably sent private IMs to everyone in the chat, but still, Amber had slammed the X with authority and logged off, possibly forever. When she finally forced herself into bed, she’d laid stiff on top of her mattress and stared at the ceiling, praying for the mercy of sleep.

At some point, she had drifted off, only to wake to Hyungwon sitting in the chair at the end of her bed with one leg crossed over the other and both hands in his lap. He didn’t say anything. He just watched her with a half-smile. She should have panicked, but there was no point. He belonged there.

Under his gaze, a warmth washed through Amber’s body, and against all sane judgment, she spread her legs for him under her sheet. Horror stampeded through what was left of her mind, but it couldn’t crush the lust searing its way through every nerve ending.

Hyungwon’s smile widened as her hand trailed beneath the covers down to the waist of her pants. It was wrong. It was wrong. But he was so pleased, and she wanted to please him more. Her breath stuttered and her thighs trembled and her core throbbed as he watched her patiently but expectantly. Amber pulled back the sheet.

Her fingers had just dipped below her waistband when she remembered who the man at the end of her bed truly was, not some charismatic businessman but a beautiful devil.

In the blink of an eye, she dove for her gun, but when she turned back, he was gone.

When she had woken, Amber was exhausted and disoriented. It had seemed so real, but when she looked at the same chair in the morning sun, she found her dirty laundry strewn across it, just as she had left it, and her gun still stashed under her mattress.

Now at work, she slumped over her paperwork looking as miserable as she felt.

“Hey, Amber?” The detective looked up to find Stefanie’s elvish face enhanced with widened eyes. Her voice was buoyed with a hint of eagerness. “There's some tall, handsome guy here to see you. Should I send him back?”

The admin glanced into the lobby and Amber’s eyes followed to where the ethereal apparition of Chae Hyungwon waited with one hand in his pocket. A thrill ran through her at the sight of his cold, steady gaze. His image was as clear as it had been last night in her room, only this time it wasn’t a dream.

“You sure he’s here to see me?” Amber asked skeptically.

“Asked for you specifically. So, send him back?”

Amber didn’t trust that tone. The two women had worked together long enough for Amber to consider Stefanie a friend, but that also meant they’d worked together long enough to know the admin was the office girly girl, with model good looks and a perpetual twinkle of a romantic scheme in her eye.

Amber scowled. “You know he’s a person of interest in the Runaways case, right?”

This dropped the smile from Stefanie’s lips and replaced it with a disappointed frown. “You really know how to pick ‘em.”

“This one picked me,” the detective muttered as she nodded for Hyungwon to come back.

His walk was so silent and swift that it was almost like he’d teleported to her desk. He loomed over her as he rested his fingertips on the stack of folders in her inbox.

“Mr. Chae, I’m surprised to see you. Are you stopping back on your way to see Detectives Welling and Cavill?”

“I'm surprised I haven’t seen you,” he replied. “You promised you’d stop by.”

Amber forced herself to glaze over the slight scolding in his voice.

“Actually, I was just lending a hand to my fellow detectives. They’re spearheading the investigation, so they’ll be your points of contact moving forward.”

“The two Neanderthals? They're so… square,” Hyungwon said with a furrowed brow. Amber almost didn't catch her laugh before it came out, and he noticed. With a smirk, he added, “Those stuffed suits they brought with them were even worse.”

“You mean Agents Suh and Song? They’re on loan from the FBI to assist on the missing persons cases. They’re good guys, maybe a little formal, but good.”

Hyungwon scowled. “They’re uptight. It’s off-putting.”

“Maybe that’s the idea—to put you off your game,” she offered. “I know from experience that’s pretty hard to do.”

Stop it, Amber, she hissed in her head. That’s coming dangerously close to flirting with the enemy.

“You’re easier to talk to,” he said, his voice an octave lower. “You’re real.”

“I—”

What was wrong with her? He was a suspect, the first person she truly believed knew something about the missing women, but it was like her hormones had overridden her every sensibility. Just the gravel in his voice ignited something inside her she knew should be smothered immediately, and yet she burned to follow him to his car so he could drive her home and do whatever he wanted to her.

And just like that, her fantasies came to a screeching halt. Maybe that’s what happened with the missing women, too. Right now, they could all be in a ditch at the base of Mt. Hood, and they needed Amber to snap the fuck out of it.

“Did you have some information you’d like to share with the Bureau, Mr. Chae?” she said as she scrounged around for a pen and paper.

With a light sigh, the travel agent shook his head. “Not with the Bureau, with you.”

All at once, the air seemed to crackle, and Hyungwon’s eyes shifted their diligent attention from her to the person behind her.

“Mr. Chae, let me show you back to Detective Welling’s desk. He’s waiting for you.”

Amber recognized that firm voice instantly, and her shoulders tightened.

With a slight grin, Hyungwon replied, “That won't be necessary, Captain Wong.”

Neither officer missed the weight of the captain's name uttered without so much as an introduction ever between them—no doubt a clever play suggested by Hyungwon’s puppet master lawyer brother.

“It’s just a short walk back this way,” Lucas said more firmly, but Hyungwon shook his head.

“As I told them, they can direct any further questions to my lawyer. I'm actually here to fulfill a promise to your Detective Spiros.”

Above her, Amber heard Lucas’s teeth set on edge.

“My appointment calendar as promised.” Hyungwon handed the leather-bound booklet to the detective as she squinted at him.

“I thought you said your assistant was going to fax this over?”

“She was, but since I was already on my way downtown for a meeting, I saved her the effort. And unfortunately, I have that appointment now, and I can’t be late. If you have any questions, Detective Spiros, please feel free to see me. You'll never need an appointment.”

Hyungwon’s insinuations were clear and heavy, and the whole precinct felt weighed down by them. Neither man had anything further to say to the other, and judging from Lucas’s heat assaulting her back, Amber knew she shouldn’t open her mouth either. She let the stare-down conclude with the handsome interloper giving her a polite smile and a knock on the appointment book. The captain waited beside her until the slender silhouette of their adversary vaporized in the blinding sunlight.

As soon as the man was gone, Lucas swiped the calendar out of her hands before she even had time to react and stormed back to his office.

His door slammed in time for Eric to drop Amber’s lunch on her desk. “What’d you do now?”

“Honestly,” she grumbled as she ripped into her gyro, “it wasn’t me this time.”

“You’re the only one I’ve ever seen make Lucas that angry.”

“Think I should be jealous?” Amber teased, but it did nothing to lighten the mood.

She sensed trouble on the horizon the way some people felt rain coming in their knees. It was inevitable and out of her control, and no amount of desk duty could push her out of its path.

Things only got weirder as the afternoon wore on. Lucas had been on the phone for what seemed like hours, and despite having closed the Chevron case, Eric and she hadn’t received a new assignment yet. Amber knew she was on probation, so maybe she was being hyper-sensitive, but since Hyungwon had shown up unannounced, it felt less like probation and more like a blacklist.

“Look at you, complaining about doing less work,” Eric joked. “You should be glad more people aren’t shooting each other.”

“I am, smartass,” she snapped.

“Rather than lament your entire existence, why don’t you call it a day? If you’re lucky, tomorrow there will be another juicy mystery for you to solve, Nancy Drew.”

“Shove it, Nam.”

“Do I need to escort you to your car?”

Amber narrowed her eyes. “You’re in rare form today. No, don’t bother. My other chaperone’s still boring holes into the back of my neck, isn’t he?”

Eric glanced toward the captain’s office and nodded. “Sure is. Okay, well, call me if you wanna shoot some pool or something, or if you want me to set you up with my buddy. He’s free tonight, you know.”

“Do you have a Rolodex of single friends on standby? You’re like an old-country matchmaker.”

“And I’m not even charging for my services. Later, Bro.” Eric waved as he tossed his bag over his shoulder and headed out.

The precinct emptied out quickly after her partner, leaving only a handful of officers waiting to start their beats. With nothing left to do, Amber shuffled her things into loose piles to tackle in the morning and stood up right as Stefanie rushed over.

“I’m so glad I caught you!” the admin said. “I know you’re on your way out, but I have a mother here who wants to report her daughter missing, and Detectives Welling and Cavill are gone along with just about everyone else. Do you think you could take her statement?”

Stefanie’s eyes flicked back to the captain’s office and then back to Amber. Translation: are you allowed to take her statement?

“Of course,” Amber assured. “Bring her back.”

Stefanie nodded and, a few moments later, she returned with a middle-aged woman sporting a very deflated Rachel haircut and yesterday's faded makeup. Her eyes were drawn and red from tears, and her shoulders were hunched under crushing terror.

“Thank you for meeting with me, Detective,” the woman managed as she sat in the chair beside Amber’s desk. Her eyes watched her hands as she wrung a tissue in her lap. “You must get moms in here like me all the time, especially these days, but I don't want you to think I'm overreacting or overbearing—I’m really not. My daughter, Daisy, hasn't called me in two days, and she calls me every day, and what with all the other missing girls—”

She sounded like she was choking on her own words, and Amber reached out a hand to the woman’s wrist.

“It's okay, Ms...”

“Jean Hartley. My daughter is Daisy.”

“Okay, and you haven’t heard from Daisy in two days?”

“N-no.” It came out more as a sob than a word.

“It’s all right,” Amber soothed. “You’re in the right place. So, Daisy calls you every day?”

“Every day,” Mrs. Hartley echoed.

“What about her father?”

The mother shook her head. “He lives in Baker City. They never see each other.”

“Sometimes—”

But the woman cut off the detective with an emphatic head shake. “I already called, but he hasn’t heard from her in months.”

“How old is Daisy?”

“She just turned 20.”

“She’s in college?”

“Yes,” the woman said. “She’ll be a sophomore at PSU.”

“Busy time. Maybe she went on a trip with her friends?”

“She is missing,” Mrs. Hartley asserted.

“I’m not saying she isn’t,” Amber replied with a gentle smile. “I just don’t want you to worry any longer than you already have.”

The woman let out a juddering sob and nodded, though she did not release her stranglehold on the tissue. After a few deep breaths, she said, “This morning, I went by Daisy’s apartment, and her roommate hadn’t seen or heard from her since Tuesday. Something’s wrong.”

Amber withdrew her hand from the mother’s wrist and rifled through her drawers for a tablet and pencil. “Okay, Mrs. Hartley, why don't you start off by telling me a little about your daughter and what’s happened.”

The woman instantly shrank into her seat. Her red-rimmed eyes scanned back and forth as they pared down her memory banks for the most important details about her daughter. “She's been living off-campus in Goose Hollow with her girlfriend Eve and working part-time at a diner in the Pearl.”

At the mention of the Pearl District, Amber straightened. It was a neighborhood filled with all kinds of shady characters and even more transients, a place where people went to or were taken to disappear. It would be easy enough for a predator to look in a diner window for his next target.

“Theta’s Hotcakes,” the mother clarified.

As Amber jotted notes, Mrs. Hartley began to rapid-fire everything she could think of about her daughter. “Daisy was a straight-A student in high school, graduated at the top of her class. Straight-A student in her first year in college, too. She has wonderful friends. She’s never been in trouble—she's never done anything to make me worry.”

“No reason you can think of she’d want to disappear? Sometimes balancing work and school can take a serious toll, especially when you feel pressured to keep up expectations. Maybe she needed a break and just stepped out for a few days?”

The mother’s brows furrowed with indignation. “Detective, I know you have to ask that, but you have to know that I know my daughter. If Daisy was stressed or scared, she would have told me. We don’t keep secrets because we don’t need to.”

Amber had heard that line countless times before but never with such force. Mrs. Hartley spoke with the confidence of a doctor who’d been practicing for thirty years.

“Daisy’s not just my daughter, she's my best friend. I can't get a hold of her, and she hasn’t come home. Daisy’s never not come home, Detective, and with all the other missing girls in this city, I’m freaking out.”

Amber nodded and offered a fresh tissue, hoping to calm the woman, who was now visibly shaking. “Boyfriend?”

Mrs. Hartley shook her head. “No. Daisy’s never been a big dater. Hasn’t even had a steady boyfriend. She was always too focused on her school and her friends, and even now, she keeps saying she doesn't have time. She's been working non-stop before the next semester starts up because she wants to go to Spain with her friends.”

“What about anybody she's seeing casually?”

The woman’s sad bob flared as she shook her head again.

“No run-ins with friends or exes? Nobody with a grudge that you know of?”

“Detective, I'm not trying to be that mom, but I'm telling you my daughter really is nothing but goodness. Her high school class voted her Most Loved by Parents. Look.” Mrs. Hartley dug through her purse and pulled out her daughter's senior picture.

With her shoulder-length blond waves, clear blue eyes, and a sincere smile, she had a classic hometown girl-next-door vibe. Round eyes, round cheeks, and a round face gave her a sweetness where her alabaster skin gave her an innocence. The thought of another girl like this joining the ranks of the Runaways case stoked a fire in Amber's chest.

“We’ll need to talk to her roommate,” Amber said as she handed back the picture.

“Of course. I’ll tell Eve to expect you.” Mrs. Hartley wrote down the other girl’s name and address, and as she slipped it back across the desk, she grabbed Amber’s hand. “Please, please, Detective, find my daughter. She’s all I have.”

“There is nothing we won’t do to bring her back to you, Mrs. Hartley. Count on it.”

Suddenly, the woman leapt forward and gathered Amber into a hug, and the detective felt a sharp pang in her chest for her own mother.

“Thank you,” the woman whispered before she let go and shuffled out of the precinct.

For a long moment, Amber sat at her desk numb. A thousand thoughts rushed through her mind with one repeatedly bobbing back to the surface.

I should have left with Eric.

If she hadn’t met Mrs. Hartley, if she hadn’t seen that girl’s picture, if she didn’t know Chae Hyungwon, maybe she would sleep tonight. Instead, nervous energy piped through her, prickling her fingertips and propelling her feet forward. Everything inside her demanded she slip that report into her jacket pocket and head straight for her study. Somehow, a single sheet of paper weighed more than the whole of the Earth.

Notes in hand, Amber rose with her bag and headed down the hallway where the lights were yellow with old cigarette smoke and the walls looked as sticky as they actually were. It was quiet at the end, and shadows trickled out of the shuttered offices, but she could make out the wall of headshots and thumbtacks webbed together with permanent marker. Even in the dimness, she recognized the missing, with their bright eyes piercing the veil.

As soon as her hand touched the knob, a voice behind her startled her. “What are you doing?”

Amber turned to Lucas and waved her incident report. “Jesus, you scared me. Got another missing girl. Just turning it over to your detectives.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I’m not always wildly irresponsible.”

“Just most times,” he said with a smile. Lucas was so pretty when he smiled, wild and bright like a flirtatious boy who would love you and leave you just as fast. It had been so long since she’d seen it, and in that time, its brightness had intensified. She wondered if his new girl made him smile like this.

Amber felt the walls constrict—she could practically feel their tackiness pressing against her skin. She glanced back down the hall but saw and heard no one else. The isolation was as dangerous as his smile.

“Well, I have to get going, Cap,” she blurted as her hand moved back to the door. “Eric’s waiting for me at the pool hall with his friend.”

Lies, Ambrosia! Lies! she hissed at herself. Why even bother with the pretense? She wasn’t doing anything wrong, and he was relieved for a change. There was no need for it, and yet the words had come out of her mouth with conviction.

His smile fell away, like a picture shattering against the floor. “You can leave the report with me, and I’ll review it with Welling and Cavill tomorrow.”

The color had left his voice, and now there was nothing—no annoyance or amusement or even anger—nothing but icy professionalism. The walls had moved away but a chill had settled in instead, and all Amber could do was nod and hand the captain the report before she hurried out into the evening air.

Another morning sagging into her coffee cup after another night of restlessness. Amber had managed to stay away from the chatrooms, convincing herself it couldn’t make a difference now that another girl was missing and her cover had been blown, but guilt over abandoning her instincts had plagued her into the deepest part of the night.

When she had finally coaxed her eyes closed, even her dreams tormented her, but instead of finding Hyungwon in her room, this time, it was Kihyun. He had leaned against her door frame with his arms crossed, as though he was both disappointed and daring her, and part of her thrilled at doing both. He didn’t look like the kind of man who would tolerate misbehavior, which is exactly why she wanted to misbehave. If it hadn’t been for her alarm, who knew where his challenge might have taken her.

“You look like shit, Bro,” Eric said as he nudged one of his sugary bribes toward her.

“Thanks for the support, partner,” she grumbled through a mouthful of fat-fried pastry.

“Eh, you technically paid for this support. So, I take it you’re still not sleeping?” he asked, though it was more of a scolding.

“It’s not for lack of trying, believe me.”

“You should have come to Pal’s last night. Jackson was really hoping you’d change your mind.”

A piece of doughnut tumbled out of Amber’s mouth. “Jackson? Oh god, I told you no set-ups.”

“Not a set-up,” Eric assured though the awkward back-of-the-head scratch said otherwise. “Just want my friends to get to know each other. Is that so much to ask?”

“Yes.”

“On the bright, we got a new assignment,” he continued, hoisting up a fresh folder from his inbox. “Looks like an armed robbery downtown, ooh, right next to that Chinese place with that shrimp lo mein you love.”

Amber’s head perked up. “Shining Star? At least something’s looking up.”

Eric perused the file. “Looks like Ellis was the reporting officer last night, and he’s still on duty. Let me grab him and we’ll get started.”

Her partner jogged to the front of the station where the serious-faced officer was already conversing with a few others, including the captain. Meanwhile, Amber stuffed her face with the last of her doughnut and flipped through the newspaper while she waited for Eric to return. Before she could pilfer another treat, Lucas buzzed by her desk.

“Follow me, Spiros,” he ordered without stopping.

After a dramatic head loll, Amber marched back with the indignation of a kid waiting on a reprimand. It was too early for a scolding, especially when she knew, for the first time in her life, she hadn’t stepped a toe out of line.

“I swear,” she blurted the second she entered the captain’s office, “this time I really didn't do it.”

“Have a seat, Detective.” Lucas laced his fingers together on his desk and hummed.

Amber sat down and studied her boss. His eyes were unusually sunken and his skin was drawn. On the counter behind him, she saw a rumpled pile of clothes and an open shaving kit, and on his desk were four mugs and a banana peel, all the hallmarks of a man who hadn’t gone home.

“Are you okay?” he asked, and she blinked. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d asked her that. Probably the day they split, but certainly not since the advent of their strictly professional relationship.

“Just haven’t been sleeping much these last couple of days, but I’m fine,” she replied. “Looks like you haven’t either.”

Lucas nodded. “It’s been a busy twelve hours.”

Silence hung in the air. Amber waited for an order or scolding, but when neither came, she made a move to get up, and the captain shook to life.

“How do you manage to do it?” he blurted.

She raised an eyebrow. “Do what?”

“Find every loophole.”

“Sir, I really don't know what you're talking about.”

“I'm temporarily reassigning you to a new case,” he said as he withdrew a folder and flipped it open. “I tried to give it to Welling and Cavill, but your Mrs. Hartley called late last night and specifically requested you work her daughter’s missing persons case.”

Amber knew what that meant. Civilians didn’t request detectives—they demanded them—but even then, no self-respecting police captain would reorganize his detectives to suit them without the pressure of follow-up calls to the right people up the chain of command.

“Mrs. Hartley requested me?” It was impossible to mute the pride in her voice as she took back her incident report from his desk.

“This reassignment comes with another,” the captain cautioned. He handed another file to the detective, this one with a dossier attached for a Detective Son.

Her eyes snapped immediately to the picture of the handsome, impassive face of the other detective in his dress blues. He looked fresh out of the academy in the shot. His face was round and smooth, his cheekbones high, and his brown hair had been combed back into a clean, professional part.

“Sir?” Amber said as she lowered the folder.

The captain nodded as though that was all the clarification she needed. Her heart accelerated.

Lucas stood up from his desk and stowed his shaving kit in his desk drawer as he said, “Detective Son will be on special loan from the North Precinct for your support and assistance.”

“What—”

“He’s already a top-flight detective under Commander Hedbrandh, and he was lead on the disappearance of Jessica Ho before everything went to shit.”

“The first disappearance?”

The captain nodded without breaking stride or looking back as he opened the door and headed into the heart of the station, all without breaking conversation. “He will have some insights that I’m sure even you can’t turn down as you partner up on your leads.”

Amber stumbled after him with an arm out, but as usual, Lucas was out of reach. “Wait, Cap—”

“In the interim, Detective Nam will be assigned in a mentorship role to Officer Ellis, and they can work the robbery investigation.”

“But I—”

Lucas stopped on his heel in the middle of the precinct and whirled around to funnel all of his intensity on the young detective behind him. “You won’t begrudge yourself a valuable resource on your case, nor will you begrudge your coworker the opportunity to get some much-needed experience to move up the ladder, will you, Spiros?”

“Sir, I already have a partner,” she said in a rush before his words even had a chance to make it to her brain. She flushed at the notion that she sounded ungrateful in spite of his consideration to leave her on her lead, but she was desperate to keep the man she trusted most by her side.

“You do,” the captain agreed, “and once this case is over, you'll be back with Nam, but for now, you and—”

“If Detective Son is so great, why isn’t he already working with the Five-O Boys?”

But Lucas was moving again as though he was trying to dodge a harping neighbor on the front lawn. When he was nearly to the lobby, Amber grabbed his arm, and his indifferent façade fractured. His gaze lingered on her hand before they traveled to her frantic eyes.

“Captain. Luke. If this is because of the way things ended—”

He huffed and shook her grip as though she were a mosquito. His voice was dark and sour. “It's really not.”

His steps were longer now, more urgent.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Amber shouted as she stumbled after him. “I know you would never do something like that. I’m just blind-sided, okay? I don’t know this guy, and he doesn’t know me or how I work.”

“Trust me, that’s a good thing. Nam indulges you,” the captain growled and, barely noticeable under the cacophony of keyboard clacks and file cabinets slamming, she made out, “we all do.”

They were nearly to the lobby and gathering more attention with every step until the captain stopped again and sighed.

“You have this nasty habit of getting swept up in these cases, and more than once, it could have cost you your life, Spiros. But thanks to Nam’s mother-henning, you’ve developed this irrational belief that you’re invincible. You trust in this invisible bulletproof armor, but it doesn’t exist. You’re careless and tunnel-visioned, and you need a reality check.”

His words were scalding, and in her head, she tossed the nearest chair across the room in rebuttal.

“I know, I’m lucky. I have an amazing partner and I have you—” She caught herself in time to add, “—as a boss, and I should be grateful—”

“Finally, we agree,” Lucas said as he whizzed through the counter doors at reception. Amber had never seen him walk so fast.

The couple garnered more than a few odd stares. Even for those who weren’t aware of their past, no one in Central could be oblivious to their contentious present. It made up for more than half of all slammed doors on a monthly basis.

“What if we just—”

“My decision is final, Spiros. Detective Son will be here in a couple hours. He can have Nam’s desk in the interim.” The captain’s tone was resolute and his eyes were more unfathomable than the Pacific at night.

“Eric’s— I won’t work with him. I can’t!” she protested.

“You can and you will, or you will be suspended, and you’ll have to call Mrs. Hartley and tell her why you don’t want to help find her daughter.”

Amber gaped at her captain, but there was nothing more to say. Lucas knew it, too, and in another heartbeat, he had disappeared through the precinct doors into a world that had fundamentally shifted.

Wide-eyed and breathless, she glanced around for something to anchor her. Eric was only a few desks over, sitting beside his new protégé, Ellis, watching the whole thing. With red staining her cheeks as though she’d just been slapped, she whispered, “Eric, do something.”

Amber took in his doleful puppy eyes and helpless brow, and she snarled. His words were clear, if unspoken.

He's your problem.

“He’s already talked to you about this, hasn’t he?” she said at last.

Eric nodded. “Right before you. What am I going to do? Say no?”

“I did!”

“How’d that work out for you?” he replied. “If you think about it, Bro, it’s kind of the best-case scenario for everybody.”

“You’re my best-case scenario,” she lamented.

“And I love you for saying that, but, hey, I’m still right here with two very big, very adorable ears for you to bend whenever you want. Plus, you still get to conduct your own investigation into Chae, which, let’s be honest, was probably the least likely thing with the way Welling has been bearing down on the captain since he found out.”

“You’re right.”

“I’m always right.”

“Let’s not get carried away,” she sniffed.

“Do me a favor, will ya?” Eric said, swiveling so he could meet her gaze with his most earnest expression, the one that always made her cow to his whims. “Don’t get carried away with this new partner, okay? You’re still my partner.”

“Duh,” Amber said with a jab of his shoulder. But she saw the tightness linger at the corner of his mouth, and she added, “You’re my only partner. Detective Son is a reluctant resource and that’s it.”

“Okay, so when you crack Case of the Year, don’t forget me in your acceptance speech.”

“Forget you? Eric, I’ve got our couples Glamour Shot on my nightstand. No one could forget a horror show like us.”

As final as everything sounded, for the rest of the day, Amber kept hoping that Lucas would storm back in just as abruptly and announce he’d changed his mind, but the next thing she knew, Eric was collecting his files and some of his items from his desk.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of the rest of those doughnuts you owe me,” he said as he tapped his folders into a pile.

“Wouldn’t dare,” she said, but it sounded as deflated as she felt. “Can’t promise the whole dozen will make it in the long walk to the front though.”

Eric bumped her seat with his hip as he passed and snapped, “They better!”

Amber watched him drop the better part of his career on his new desk, only three rows up from her, but, for all intents and purposes, he was gone. He was already smiling at the perennially stubbly Ellis. He was already making him laugh at his terrible, terrible puns. Jealousy surged over the rising tide of powerlessness, and she chucked a stack of paperwork onto what would be the lackluster replacement’s desk. Which was when she noticed it.

Eric had left one framed picture front and center—the two partners at the Policeman’s Ball a couple years ago. As a joke, they had dressed up like a prom couple, Eric in a tux and Amber in a flouncy lavender number replete with a corsage on her wrist. They posed with barely-contained sarcastic grins and an awkward cross-body handhold.

She didn’t know who the reminder was for—her or the new guy—but the message was clear: “I’m coming back.”

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60 Seconds Voice Recording Module, DIY Sound Recording Greeting Card Chip, Recordable Light Voice Sound Chip Module Replacement 3.9 out of 5 stars 22 $10.99 $ 10. The IBM Music Feature card is one of the original sound cards. This fairly expensive card includes an eight-voice stereo synthesizer and a complete MIDI interface. The heart of this card is the Yamaha YM-2164 sound chip, which can also be found in the Yamaha FB-01 MIDI Expander. Aug 08, 2019 The sound card in your computer is responsible for controlling and processing the input and output of all audio on your machine. If you’re having problems with audio on your computer, or have recently installed a new sound card, you can verify that the sound card is being detected by Windows. Method 1 Windows 8.

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Introduction:Item：voice recordable musical chipMaterial：plastic & metalSize：30*40mm/customizedSwitch：Button/magnetic switch/Slide switchSound length：10-1800s/customize

Custom programmable Recording Sound chip for Greeting Card

Product description

Item

voice recordable musical Sound chip

Material

plastic & metal

Size

30*40mm/customized

Switch

Button/magnetic switch/Slide switch

Sound length

10-1800s/customize

Iife time

500 times more or less

Packing

EPE packaging and outside carton

Certification

CE,RoHS,FCC.

Power:

3*AG13/AG10

Application

recordable cards and sound toys etc

OEM or ODM

Welcome

MOQ

1000pcs

Picture

Two buttons voice Recording chip

Packaging & Delivery

Packing details

EPE and outside cartoon or customized

Shipping details

By regular air/ By sea/ By international express

Delivery detail

15-25 days

How to record by yourself

1.Pull out the insulation slices

2.Record your own message by pressing button.

3.Press another button play the message.

Ways to pre-record

We offer the musical chip can be designed to connected with a microphone / a usb cable or a TF card.

1. Microphone

A record button would be designed to record your own voice or sound source. Broadcast quality depends on entry of audio quality and environmental noise.

2. IC

Send us your sound source,we insert the sound source into IC.

3. USB

Uploaded the sound source to your computer(sound source can recorded by your cell-phone), then copy to your removable disk directly. The sound duration can be customized.

4. TF card

Download the music to TF card, and insert the card to module, then the module will play music which inside the TF card.

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A Microchip PIC based USB sound card

INTRODUCTION

The idea for creating a USB sound card based on a PIC came from discussions of other people creating one on the Microchip USB forum. The hardware of the card is based on all Microchip products. The software uses a modified version of the Microchip USB framework which is interrupt driven instead of the traditional polling. The device is a USB composite device. The first device is an implementation of the USB Audio 1.0 interface and the other device is a custom interface based on a HID interface. The purpose of the custom interface is for programming the device serial number, upgrading the firmware, and in the future any other configuration that isn’t supported directly by USB Audio 1.0. In a previous version, WinHTTP was oringally used. After testing the card for awhile, I decided it's better to not require drivers for the card especially since the HID/WinUSB interface is rarely used.

The sound card runs at a sample rate of 48KHz, 32KHz or 24KHz selectable by the OS with 12 bits per sample. The quality approaches commercial grade as the sample rate is higher then CDs. 44.1KHz was not implemented due to the difficultly and additional processing overhead. The sample rates that were implemented are all a multiple of the 1ms USB frame meaning each frame sends the same amount of data. 44.1KHz requires the card to handle different amounts of data each frame requiring more advanced buffering and synchronization techniques and more processing power. Microsoft Windows automatically resamples the 44.1KHz audio found on CDs to 48KHz.

USB Audio Streamer V1.2

HARDWARE

Click for enlarge Schematic for USB Audio Streamer V1.2

The hardware for the sound card is based on the Microchip PIC18F2550 USB processor. The processor is clocked at 48MHz which is the maximum rate for this processor and is also a multiple of the audio sample rate. The microcontroller is connected via the SPI port to duel Microchip MCP4822 12bit D/A converters. Volume control is implemented by the Microchip MCP41010 variable res-- ders are controlled via SPI by the microcontroller via a dedicated bit-banged SPI port. The purpose of using a separate port is so that volume control can run inside the processor at a different priority level then sample output. The Microchip MCP6022 op-amp is used as an output driver.

The MCP6022 op-amp has an output drive capacity large enough to power a pair of cheap headphones without much distortion. The resistance of my headphones is approximately 25ohms. The op-amps are not powerful enough to drive speakers which are usually 8 or 4 ohms. The MCP41010 and MCP6022 can output near rail to rail voltage although some nonlinear effects can be heard if the volume is too loud or the signal is near the minimum or maximum. Since USB has a single rail 5V power supply, the sound card only uses a positive rail instead of a traditional duel rail system which is how standard 16bit PCM is encoded. As a result, the signal needs to be biased in software to 2.5V.

One terminal of the MCP41010 is connected to the signal for that channel and the other terminal is connected to the midpoint or bias voltage. Previous versions of this sound card connected the second terminal to GND. The advantage of connecting the terminal to the bias is that as the volume is changed, the signal grows or shrinks around the midpoint rather then shifting toward GND. The signal is kept as far away from the rails as possible.

SOFTWARE

The software for USB Audio Streamer is composed of several components. These are the audio card firmware, a C++ library that wraps HID and WinUSB, and a command line utility for flashing. I am giving out the source code as a learning tool for other people. I don’t care what you do with it but I am not responsible for any damage that might happen from using it. NOTE: Improper use of hardware or software may cause serious injury or death.:)

I use Visual Studio 2005 Professional but I have heard that the project will build with Visual Studio Express. To build the project it is necessary to download the latest version of the WDK to get the headers and library files for HID and WinUSB. The default directories in Visual studio need to be modified to point to the directories of these resources in the WDK. If you use Visual Studio Express it's necessary to recreate all the project files and change the default calling convention to _stdcall.

DirectoryFunctionincGeneral Include DirectorybootBoot Loader(Build first)audiostreamSound card firmwareusbdevprogramerProgrammer command line utility(Build last)

Source Code Modules

A trick is used when building the sound card firmware since it is two separate projects that need to be merged together. Build the boot directory first, which is the code responsible for upgrading the firmware. Then build the sound card firmware itself. Before flashing, goto Configure/Settings/Program Loading and clear the option to clear program memory upon loading a new program. After the sound card firmware is build, goto file/import and import the hex file for the boot loader. The two projects will be merged together without any cutting and pasting. At this point, it is OK to flash the PIC. Note the bootloader is only necessary for flashing firmwares without a ICD/Pickit. When debugging actual card functionality, it's ok to leave out the bootloader. This Requires no modifications to the sounce or linker scripts. Simply don't merge the boot loader into the image

SOUND CARD FIRMWARE

The sound card firmware is based on a modified version of the Microchip USB framework. The framework has been collapsed into a single source file with callbacks between the framework and the main code. The framework( in my case it’s more of a library ) has been modified to use interrupts instead of the traditional polling method. Instead of calling USBDriverService in a loop, this function is called whenever the USB interrupt fires. The library is response for handling control requests on endpoint 0. The framework handles standard USB requests and the body code is responsible for handling class specific USB requests nonstandard requests. The body code is responsible for handling I/O on all other endpoints.

USB Audio Streamer is a composite device of a USB Audio 1.0 device and a custom HID interface. With USB Audio 1.0 all of the sample data is transferred through a separate endpoint then control requests. Control requests such as controlling volume is through endpoint 0(the control endpoint.) HID uses it’s own endpoint. Since each function of the card has a separate endpoint, each of the functions can be implemented at a different priority level without preemption problems. The PIC18F2550 has two interrupt priorities plus the main handler. This gives a total of three priorities. Since playing sound data is the most critical function it was given the highest priority. Next comes control endpoint requests which include the standard requests plus Audio 1.0 requests. Since these functions have relatively low timeouts, these were assigned low priority. HID functions are in the main body code because actions such as querying the firmware version, settings the serial number, or flashing the firmware are not time critical at all.

EndpointPriorityFunctionEP 2Interrupt(High)Streams the audio data to the D/A converterEP 0Interrupt(Low)Control Endpoint function and Audio 1.0 requestsEP 1Main(Background)Non standard functions

Endpoints, priorities, and functions of firmware

CORE AUDIO

The low priority interrupt handler performs two functions. The first is to check the ISO endpoint through the SIE for data. If data is available the buffer is passed to the high priority interupt code and next buffer that makes up a cicular queue is returned to the SIE. The buffers are in the USB ram of the PIC so that the data is not copied between buffers. In Audio 1.0, the host always sends exactly the number of samples to fit in a frame which is 196, 128 or 96 bytes depending on the sample rate used.

The second function of the low priority interrupt handler is SOF(start of frame) processing. Upon receiving the SOF, the PIC changes the current play buffer to the next available buffer and starts timer 2 which is the sample clock. Timer 2 is always reset on the SOF to keep the sample clock synchronized when clock drift is present. If the SOF occurs before the current buffer is played, playback is changed to the next buffer. If the SOF occurs after the buffer is finished, the last sample is stretch. Since the clock drift is normally small, most of the time samples are not dropped. The time of the last sample is slightly different. This is not noticeable in the audio and is only barely noticeable when playing SIN waves.

The high priority interrupt is driven off timer 2 and has the function of formating the data in the format required by the converter and loading the D/A converter through the SPI port of the PIC. The samples are converted from 16 bits signed PCM to 12 bit unsigned and the endianess is swapped. After the buffer is finished, timer 2 is stopped so that if the clock of the card is ahead of the host, the last sample is stretched.

AUDIO 1.0 REQUESTS

All Audio 1.0 requests are handled via an extension of the USB framework. The low priority interrupt calls USBDriverService which services the control request. If the request is a standard USB request, the request is handled by the framework. If it isn't, the framework calls back into the main code which examines the request. If the request is recognized, the main code claims the request. If the request is a read request, the main body sets the address of a variable to sent to the host. If it's a write request, a variable is written to but the firmware sets a completion routine to be called at the end of the request.

The card only handles two types of requests which are volume control and sample rate selection. The current value of both of these is stored in a global variable. If the volume is adjusted, new values are loaded into the variable resistors. If the sampling rate is adjusted, a new period is loaded into PR2 for timer 2.

HID REQUESTS AND HOST SOFTWARE

The main body code polls endpoint 1 for custom requests in a loop. If the request is anything other then setting the serial or flashing the firmware, the request is handled in the main body code. Otherwise, the processor is put into a special programming mode. Upon entering this mode, all interrupts are disabled and the USB library is used in the traditional polling mode as program memory blocks are moved from the host. Flashing the microcontroller is reusable code that is used for multiple projects.

The host side consists of a C++ library that wraps HID and a command line C utility for configuring the card. These utilities are used for multiple projects and will be discussed in a separate topic.

TESTING 123...

The USB Audio Streamer uses instrumentation grade analog components so frequency response is not a major concern. The main concern is noise and signal accuracy due to nonlinear properties of the components, jitter, and that the sample clock can drift from the USB SOF clock.

To measure the accuracy, I used Audicity to play 20 second sin tones of various frequencies and recorded the output on a Dell laptop with a built-in 24bit 96KHz Sigmatel sound card. The assumption is that the 24bit sound card is much better then the USB hardware. The output was recorded with Audicity and the spectrum of the signal plotted. The idea is that perfect hardware would have a single peak at the tone’s frequency and nothing elsewhere. The experiment was performed with both the USB Audio Streamer and a commercial 16 bit USB sound card the Turtle Beach Audio Advantage. In all cases, a 48KHz sample rate was used. In the follow graphs, the Audio Streamer is on the left and the Turtle Beach is on the right.

Click for enlarge Click for enlarge 1KHz SIN

Click for enlarge Click for enlarge 4KHz SIN

Click for enlarge Click for enlarge 20KHz SIN

Cards With Sound

As can be seen, the accuracy of both devices decreases as the tone’s frequency is increased. Up to about 12KHz, both devices have approximately the same noise floor. At 12KHz though, the Audio Streamer’s performance begins to rapidly diminish. Both devices are isosynchronous adaptive, but apparently the Turtle Beach has better drift control algorithms. At 20KHz, even the Turtle Beach has noise of -40dB which is not that good. It seems that designing a high quality USB audio device is very difficult even for commercial developers.

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Tone FrequencyAudio StreamerTurtle Beach1KHz-50dB-55dB2KHz-50dB-55dB4KHz-45dB-50dB8KHz-40dB-40dB12KHz-35dB-45dB16KHz-30dB-40dB20Hz-25dB-40dB

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