#ffuuuuuuuck. fuck

[cum-a-calla]

i have this long-running fantasy about roman needing a handler because he cant be trusted not to run his mouth in public and rather than saying you're his assistant, which is what you agreed upon when you took the job, he introduces you as his girlfriend (because he knows what an uncomfortable position it puts you in and he fucking loathes what you represent) and weaponizes it as an excuse to publicly sexually harass you at every given opportunity trying to break your spirit but it actually just makes everyone involved furiously horny :3 :3 :3

“She’s my fucking girlfriend. I can grab her however I want. Right, sweetheart?”

It’s the hardest thing you’ve had to do so far in your newly acquired position. Officially, off the books, your single priority and purpose is to watch Roman. To be his glorified babysitter, so to speak. Everything was set in place, everything went so well and so easily for weeks. Weeks. It was easy to play the role of assistant - take notes, suffer his constant moaning and groaning and bitching, his lewd jokes and incessant flirting. It’s not hard to ignore his advances and take them for what they are, Roman acting out and being an asshole. The constant forced bravado. His smirking, his wandering eye, constantly sliding over your body like oil, like hands.

But this - this you can’t ignore. You look into the surprised faces of Kendall and Shiv, their eyes bouncing between you and Roman to discern what the fuck is going on.

“Girlfriend?” Shiv scoffs. “Isn’t she your assistant? Can you - can you even legally date your assistant, Rome?”

Kendall charges into the conversation, ready to control it. “Wait, wait… is this for real?” He eyes you specifically, but the only thing you feel is internal panic. “Are you fucking with us?”

“Nah, nope. Real deal. She’s not even my assistant, I just like to keep sexy secrets around.” Roman wraps an arm around your waist and yanks you closer, watching you with his glittering, dark eyes. “Isn’t that right?”

The flush creeping up your neck paints you the most embarrassing shade of red. Roman’s smirk tells you that he could eat you alive, that he’s enjoying every awkward second of this forced exchange. And - oh fuck. Fuck. He knows.

He’s not supposed to know - nobody is. Employed specifically by the hand of God himself (which is to say, Logan and Gerri), your only job aside from watching Roman is to keep the secret. To act as his assistant, but not to let on. It’s hard enough not to move under the penetrating gaze of his siblings, too smart for their own good. It’s been even more difficult to pull the wool over Roman’s eyes. For being such a snotty little nepo-baby brat, he’s actually insanely clever. He has the eyes of a hawk, ears always open. He sees. He notices, he takes mental notes. He can put things together quickly.

You laugh nervously and try to relax into his grip. “Um - well… I didn’t think we’d be… going… public anytime soon, Roman. So, thanks for the… heads-up.”

Roman beams at you, triumphant. He stares at his siblings, skates his hand down to grope your ass, giggling when you jump.

“Wow. Wow, Rome,” Shiv says, shaking her head. She looks at you apologetically, though she snorts laughter into her glass. “I feel sorry for you. What a choice.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Yeah, it sure is."

Roman parades you around the rest of the night, ignoring your attempts to corner him and demand an explanation. He keeps the drinks coming, drinking more than usual for himself. Something simmer underneath his enthusiasm - of course, he's finding plenty of enjoyment toying with you. He takes any and every opportunity to swirl you around the room and eye-fuck you, his lips wet from the alcohol, cheeks red.

At one point, he corners you into another room. A den, a library, something, the lights shut off - a room in somebody’s rich house full of somebody’s rich things. Roman’s glazed eyes shine in the dark as he advances on you, stepping calmly forward until your ass hits the edge of a table. He leans forward, barely blinking as he rests his palms on the surface of the table. His breath smells like whiskey, but there are other smells - his sweat gliding on his aftershave, whatever he styles his hair with. A whiff of cologne. He waits a beat, riding on that delicious, nervous silence as you do your best to return his intensive gaze. He’s so close. You have never been this close to him, ever - maybe imagined it, idly, thinking about how despite all of his infuriating habits and his general attitude and how much of a fucking brat he is for a 40-something-year old man, he’s… charming. Handsome as a demon, with a tongue to match. What that tongue might do instead of attacking people. What his slim fingers might do.

“You’ve been lying to me,” he says playfully, and he isn’t playing at all. “Liar, liar.”

“Yeah,” you admit quietly. No use in denying it now. There’s an immediate satisfaction in his smirk, but it melts off, the curve of his smile sliding back down into a near scowl.

“I don’t need you. I don’t need - whatever this is. It’s fucking bullshit.”

“I don’t work for you.” Your voice so soft, so measured. It takes real effort as the alcohol clouds you, as his gaze sets you on fire, and how could it not? “I - I’m just doing my job.”

“Your job.” Roman takes this in, rolls it around on his tongue, in his mind. He tilts his head and looks away only for a moment before he’s burning into your eyes again, so bright and angry. “Right.”

“Right.”

Roman keeps his eyes trained on yours and it becomes sort of an unspoken contest. It’s easy to do, melting into his own eyes like a snapping, green fire, ringed in gold. You hadn’t really noticed before just how beautiful they are. This is your focus as the first tickling of his fingers surprise you - his hand, sneaking up your skirt. They line the inside of your thighs like silk, curious, testing. Taking barely seconds until they’re brushing against your flesh - his eyes widen and his lips part, jaw hitting the proverbial floor.

“Nothing, huh?” He laughs in a harsh, quick breath, anger sliding into something easier - the knowing, the bedroom-eyed stare. The smirk comes back, but it’s fluid this time in a way that’s hard to describe. Softer. More satisfied. “Nothing underneath your skirt. Do you always do that?”

“Not… not always,” you whisper. The hard swallow makes an audible sort of click in your throat and he laughs, a genuine laugh like bells. It makes you warm in all that dark, cloaked in it all like some kind of syrupy drug coursing through your veins. You find yourself leaning into his lazy caressing, yet to actually part the seam of your cunt. Petting, stroking, but never pushing inside.

“Mmm. But just for me, yeah?” He leans in closer, eyes darting toward your lips as he leans in. You can practically taste him. He barely moves, barely breathes, brushing his lips so close to yours you swear you can feel it, but you do nothing in return. Nothing yet. Your hips buck forward without your permission and he smiles. His fingers come away before they’ve done much of anything, and he watches as he pushes them between your lips. “You know something? I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say that you lied to me, that you want me, and that you like me doing this to you.”

It’s not easy to talk with his knuckles between your teeth, so you don’t, opting instead to suck on them as they slowly come back out. He pushes them between his own lips, like he’s desperate to taste so much as your own mouth. He nods gently. Do it.

“I… was hired by your Dad, and -”

“No. No, try again. Just like I told you.”

His fingers come back. He waits, stroking your inner thigh, so close. So fucking close.

“I… lied to you,” you breathe. He nods encouragingly, knuckles brushing your sex once again. It’s easy to continue, so the words fall out of your mouth: “I… want…”

“C’mon,” he murmurs, and he leans into the curve of your throat, lips brushing it. The tip of his tongue traces a line of fire there, unable to stop himself from pressing his lips against your pulse and sucking you between his teeth, biting, marking you. His fingertips dip into the cleft of your cunt, teasing. “Keep going.”

“I want… you… to - oh my god…”

Roman pushes his fingers slowly inside of you, beckons them, stroking where he knows you want it. A sounds comes up through Roman’s throat, almost a purr, so delicate and needy that neither of you acknowledge it. It sets you ablaze. It has you clutching at his suit jacket, rocking into his gentle ministrations. He holds back, waiting, wanting you to say it.

“I - I want… I want a f-fucking… promise.”

“Demanding,” he teases into your throat. He kisses his way to the corner of your jaw. “Tell me what you want.”

“I - I want an office. My own. A nice one.”

“An office?” Roman barks a laugh, faltering in his movements just for a second before resuming. “An office, huh. What next? A raise? I thought you didn’t work for me.”

“Yeah, actually,” you agree breathlessly, rocking your hips a little. “I do want a raise. I want a raise, I want my own office, and I want you to keep your mouth shut about knowing - knowing what I do.”

Roman hums, and suddenly he’s pushing another finger inside, twisting them to pump into your harder, a little faster. Being mean about it. Trying to take control of the situation, to punish you, maybe. He drinks in the gasp you make, the way you tense up and go up on your tiptoes to escape such direct pressure. He takes his free hand and grasps your shoulder, pushing you back down so you’re flat on your feet and taking it. His thumb presses into your collarbone, close to your throat. A warning.

“And why in the fucking Christ would I do that?”

“B-because - because you… I-”

Roman grabs your face, digging his fingers into your jaw until it hurts. His fingers fuck into you with a brutal, unrelenting pace, and it’s getting harder to think. It’s hard to stay still, to stay quiet. Anger wars inside of you, but how turned on you are trumps everything else. You wince and whine quietly as he jerks your face around, glaring, and if it weren’t for the way he finger-fucks your wet cunt, you’d be convinced he was enraged. Furious. Absolutely ready to tear you apart. And maybe he is. The thought titillates you further and your eyes roll back as a moan ghosts its way past your lips. He shakes your head and clucks his tongue, admonishing you.

“Stop being such a desperate, stupid fucking slut and think. Use your words. If you can’t string a single coherent thought together, why would I even think of keeping you around at all, much less reward you with a new office? Explain it to me or I’ll stop.”

“No,” you protest, and the sound of desperation in your voice brings shame as heavy and deep as the rumble of laughter coming up from Roman’s belly, up through his chest as it seems to fill the room. The sheer derision in that laugh. It has you shuddering, trying to ride his fingers all the same, trying to look away. But there’s nowhere to escape. Trapped against the desk, forced to stare at him.

“You know, I should fire you. I should let everyone know I’m in on the big, bad secret and get you the fuck out of here.”

“No,” you repeat, swallowing a moan. “No. If you do, I’ll -”

“Yeah? You’ll what?”

“I’ll f-fucking tell your daddy that you forced me to drink a-and, and that you -”

“- that I..?”

“That you raped me, right here, and your whole fucking life will be upended and ruined.”

“Oh,” he coos, leaning in to brush his lips against yours. “Oh, well - hey, babe, don’t you know you need my cock for that? There are better ways of asking me to fuck you. If you weren’t such a dumb whore, you’d know that. Is that what you want? Huh?” Roman yanks his fingers out of you and the loss makes you gasp. He struggles with his pants, his belt, and suddenly his cock is out and he’s pushing your thighs apart. There are going to be bruises in the soft, generous flesh of your inner thighs in a couple days, developing bright blue and aching. “But if this is the narrative, we gotta stick to it. Right?”

He shoves inside of you with a violence that surprises you, and it’s hard to tell what’s a game and what isn’t, what he’s really feeling or thinking. All that’s clear is the molten heat between you. He pushes you down on top of the desk, scrambling papers, shoving a stack of books off of it. He presses a hand over your mouth and buries his nose into your throat, breath hot there, tickling. He grunts into your flesh as he sets a brutal pace, palm mashing your lips back against your teeth. The legs of the desk shift and creak with his thrusts.

“Should’ve confronted you earlier. This is fun.”

Fuck off. It’s mangled to near-unrecognizable against his palm, but he laughs anyway, moaning. His hips pick up the pace and he really fucks into you, like he wants to split you in half. He likes it, likes the pathetic, scared little sounds you make, like you can’t decide if you want to cum or cry. He bites down, deciding that maybe both would be really fun. You know, just to teach you a lesson. To let you know who’s really in charge.

“Tell you what - if you can cum before I do, I’ll give you what you want. You just gotta do this one thing for me - right? Hey - sshhh, stop fucking whining like that. You’re enjoying it. It’s pretend, remember? Aren’t we playing one big fun fuckin’ game? You, pretending to be my assistant? So this isn’t real, sweetheart - I can’t fuck my slutty little assistant in here if she isn’t real, right?” He grunts and stills his hips a moment, shuddering before resuming his pace, laughing. “Close one. You’re gunna have to hurry up.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and snake a hand between your thighs. Roman doesn’t stop you - in fact, he only increases the ferocity, like he’s on a mission to derail you. It only serves you to your own end - already aroused beyond belief, cunt clenching around his cock, you give in to the waves rippling through your muscles. You whine and pant against his hand, trying to stay quiet, hips rocking back to meet his inconsistent rhythm as he falls apart. He pulls out, shooting ropes of his cum against your exposed cunt - he spreads you with his free thumb, holding you open so he can cum all over your pulsing clit, your fingers before you can snatch them away, guiding yourself through the aftershocks. He pants, staring at his handiwork as he pulls his slacks back up. He takes a step back to watch you struggle, to watch you shamefully push your fingers into your mouth. There’s nowhere else to clean them, anyway - that’s what you tell yourself as he lifts his eyebrows, sneering at you.

“Wow,” he says appreciatively. “Okay. You’ll go the extra mile and everything, huh? Well - a promise is a promise, honey. You’ll get yours… as long as I keep getting mine.” He winks and turns to leave, leaving the door open as he strolls way and leaves you to straighten yourself up.

[rings-of-power-realm]

GUYS IM DEAD

[romana-after-dark]

I imagine Logan putting his hand on her mouth to keep her quiet, and she bites it. But the pain doesn’t make him stop; it makes him harder

LOGAN IS A PAIN SLUT!!!!!

Non Con and pain kink below, short blurb

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You were so fucking pretty, fucking stunning and everything about you was perfect. From the way you did your hair, your body, your smile, your smell....

And while a lesser man would be annoyed that you wouldn't shut up, you wouldn't just behave and take what he was giving you, Logan was noting if not flexible.

As he ravaged your body, fucking you full of every inch he had, Logan clamped a hand over your mouth. Still, you fought, and god he loved it when you fought. Nails dug down his arm, making him smile. He could claw you up reeealll good.

"Fuck yeah, girlie, that's it,t hat's the stuff. Can you do it harder for me?" With his hand over your mouth, you bite down, hard. Logan feels like you're trying to break him, to pull off his hand off you so you could scream. Instead, it just spurred him on. The pain flared up in his body, traveling into his core and down into his crotch, a wave of pleasure taking him over the edge

"Oh ffuuuuuuuck yeah!" Logan practically shouts out as he spills him cum into you, fucking it deep, deep inside your cunt and never stopping the snap of his hips.

A lesser man may be annoyed by the biting, the clawing, the fighting, but Logan was not that kind of man.

More pain slut dark Logan

[katyspersonal]

HEY

Remember how I said I would draw Micolash and Sephiroth having a picnic for your birthday!!! Well look I totally did it!!

MY BEST ARTWORK YET. LOOK AT THE PHOTOREALISTIC RENDERING!!

(i’m sorry i couldn’t resist ONE prank for your b-day. you have permission to call me a “fried chicken” for the next 24 hours fhhgdjfjf).

Oh my ffffuuuuu FFUUUUUUUCKING GOD, CROW!!!!1!!!!! I FUCKING FORGOT ABOUT IT ALREADY! WELL, THEN, YOU WILL BE A FRIED CHICKEN!

P.S.: What the FUCK do you mean "all NIGHT long", it is CLEARLY the daytime, you idiot! This is why Kos doesn't bother answering you!

Micolash: O-ho-ho-ho... Such a shame, but we expected better from the appraised "master of lore and all that is hidden". It IS, indeed, a night time... yet only for those that may see through concealment! Such a big, big shame! Ahahahaha!

me: ...Dude, my Insight is alright. Rom left the Moonside Lake to have a party, so there is no concealment right now. It is what it is.

Micolash: .....

[meeeeeraiiiiiodonnnn]

He might die if you don't help him out~ and this time you won't get him back!~ fuhuhuhu!~

...FFUUUUUUUCKING SHIT CANT I EVER HAVE A BREAK

once i find your fucked up ass i am going to clobber you SO HARD.

[yoshistory]

When I get a vet bill for over $1000 it's like yes of course I will do anything for you anywverything. But when I get a medical bill like that for ME it's like. Ffuuuuuuuck no fucking way are you kidding me

[oogaboogaspookyman]

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[1]

WHAT LIES AHEAD IS THE VERY END

COME WATCH WITH ME THE SUN BLACKEN.

*WHAAAAAAT THE FFUUUUUUUCK*

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[2]

THERE'S NO RETURN ONCE YOU DISCERN YOUR GREATER PURPOSE

IN THIS FIRE, I GROW HIGHER

AND SO WILL EVERYTHING ELSE FROM NOW ON.

*WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT IS THIS*

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[3]

I AM YOUR KING NOW, I WILL BRING UPON THIS WORLD A WHOLE NEW BEGINNING.

*WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU, YA FUCKING LANKYASS MOTHERFUCKER*

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[4]

TRY TO RUN, TRY TO HIDE, IT WON'T MATTER, NOTHING MATTERS

I WILL SET MY OWN RULES, TURN THE PAGE, START A NEW AGE ON THIS EARTH

*WHAT THE FUCK MAN*

IT'S TIME FOR YOUR KIND TO SURRENDER TO ME, YOU'RE NEW LORD AND SAVIOUR

IT'S TIME FOR MY BRETHREN TO RISE, START ALL THE WAY FROM SCRATCH, SEE WHAT WE CAN FIX

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[5]

EVERYTHING IS BURNING IN PURE FIRE STRAIGHT FROM MY HAND

JOIN ME IN MY FEAST OF A GOD, ENJOY YOUR LAST SECONDS, FOR EACH OF THEM WILL FADE AWAY.

*OH WOW WONDER WHAT WE COULD'VE DONE TO PREVENT THIS, YA FUCKIN' WANKSTAIN*

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[6]

DON'T BOTHER TRYING TO FIGHT AGAINST ME

DON'T BOTHER TRYING TO DELAY YOUR ONE FATE

YOU HAVE ALL ASKED FOR THIS OUTCOME, WHY SHOULD YOU COMPLAIN KNOWING WHAT YOU'VE CAUSED FOR CENTURIES

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[7]

DON'T PAINT ME AS THE MONSTER FOR YOU ARE NOTHING AT ALL BETTER

YOU ARE NOT THE VICTIM, YOU'RE PART OF THE PROBLEM

WHY SHOULD YOU HAVE A SAY IN THE MATTER WHEN YOU YOURSELF ARE THE ONE WHO CAUSED ALL THIS SCATTER.

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[8]

Don't you think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves?

BURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNING

[9]

DON'T YOU DARE PLAY THE HERO, YOU'RE NOTHING BUT ANOTHER ZERO

WHAT THIS WORLD NEEDS IS AN AGE OF TRUE LIFEFORMS UNLIKE YOU WHO KNOW NOTHING OF BASIC DECENCY

I'M GOING TO BURN IT ALL TO THE GROUND AND START FROM ZERO, GROW FROM THERE A BETTER WORLD, A BETTER BEGINNING.

*fucking ACED IT WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

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[10]

AS THE MOON AND SUN BEGIN TO INTERTWINE

I'LL BE SAYING MY LAST GOODBYES TO THIS PLACE

TO YOUR HORRIBLE MISERABLE FACE

GOODBYE TO YOUR OBSOLETE MANTHING RACE.

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[11]

TODAY IS THE DAY I WILL SET EVERYTHING ON FIRE SO THAT NEW LIFE CAN HAVE A PLACE TO GROW

SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR OBSOLETE WASTE OF SPACE HUMAN RACE FOR I WILL NOT LEAVE ANY TRACE OF YOUR EXISTENCE

IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO DIE OUT LIKE YOUR VICTIMS, DIE OUT LIKE THE COUNTLESS PUPPIES AND MOTHERS OF WHOM YOU'VE TAKEN THE LIVES OF

TURN THE PAGE, START ANEW.

*RAP GOD MFER WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE- THESE ARE MY LAST WORDS BITCH*

(FULL RESET, DON'T YOU EVER FORGET)

(BACK TO SQUARE ONE, EVERYTHING BEGONE)

(BOW DOWN TO ME, I AM YOUR GOD)

[end]

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[1]

It's been such a long time alone

All by myself

Finally someone else

*who the fuck*

(comes to my burning home)

(welcome, my friend!)

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[2]

Don't be 'fraid, let's set this straight!

In this paradise, nothing can harm you

It's all in your little head!

Wouldn't want it any other way!

*ayo??*

(halt your concern)

(there's more to learn!)

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[3]

Come on, buddy!

It's just ol' me!

Don't you think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves?

Let's backtrack, eh?

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[4]

Watch the sun lower

Into mountains

Keep in mind that

I'll always be a parasite to your weak mind!

Resist and you're getting left off!

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[5]

I can tell you're not him

Your words send me a huge damn chill down my spine

Just get us out already, i don't like this place

I don't care what happens, just get us out of here!

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[6]

Why are you so afraid?

I really mean no ill intent, buddy!

Hey why don't we make a deal then?

I'll get you both out of here

Just take a bite of this red fruit...

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You're too- you're too- yOU're too- you're too- you're tOO-

YOU'RE TOO SLOW

[tooslow]

[simkjrs]

msa asks (chap. 4  & onwards)

masterpost of msa asks that have been piling up, starting from when chapter 4 was published. thanks for your patience everyone...

answered in chronological order (first sent to most recently sent). i might have missed a couple, sorry about that

Anonymous said: IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT IT'S OUT

Anonymous said: *INCOHERENT SCREECHING AND FLAILING*

ah, the halcyon days of innocence, before everyone finished reading the chapter

Anonymous said: *just finished chp4* uh Yeah about that what the fuck? simk whAT THE HELL DID YOU POUR GUNPOWDER ON YOUR PC? LOAD 14 BULLETS ON EVERY KEY ON YOUR KEYBOARD? SEND KILLER ZAPS TO ANYONE WHO SCROLLS UNTIL THE END OF THE CHAPTER? I WAS SO EXCITED ABT THE UPDATE THAT I COMPLETELY FORGOT THAT U WERE ACTUALLY A MURDERER IN DISGUISE? ANOTHER BEGINNERS MISTAKE, BECAUSE EVERYTHING U WRITE FUCKS ME UP ON EVERY FUCKING LEVEL? SO YEah what i wanted to say is that i love you

to date this is still one of the funniest asks i’ve ever gotten and it’s going in my testimonials

Anonymous said: me @ the new msa chapter:👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

thank you, i do my best

Anonymous said: OH MY GOD! YOU REALLY PUT THE SNAKE FASHION THING!! :DDD :OOO

it was too good to pass up!! if you want to message me w/ ur name or url so i can credit you for inspo/the prompt, feel free :p

Anonymous said: I actually thought in the middle of the chapter that temple-dog would help Izuku escape so he would get captured by the other side of the coin and now i'm just crying

fjdlfkjsldf im sorry im like this. i do this 

Anonymous said: in just a few hours the comments went from 5 to flipping 23 25

yeah im very lucky to have so many people follow & support my writing!! im grateful to everyone who comments.

Anonymous said: I wonder how being sick works for MSA Izuku. In that odd state of not being as aware as usual and your mind being foggy, would he hear that star song easier or any other odd spirit shenanigans?

he’d just be kind of out of it and more susceptible to... things 

Anonymous said: SCREAMS?? I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH AND THIS CHAPTER WAS ABSOLUTELY STELLAR, THANK YOU FOR IMMEDIATELY BRIGHTENING MY NIGHT! I HOPE YOU HAVE A FANTASTIC TIME!!

ahh im really glad you enjoyed chapter four that much!! thank you!!!

Anonymous said: IM HOLLERIN THE NEW CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD WTF??

fjldkfsldf thank you.... 

Anonymous said: When I first commented on Ao3 I felt like looking at the other comments and I noticed all of them (at the time) had a line along the lines of "he needs a break" so I ended up imagining him just sunbathing on some tropical beach (read deserted island) sipping coconut Juice and sighing happily with noone to bother him.

that would be ideal. i think izuku also would not know what to do with himself

Anonymous said: MSA Izuku ch.4 summary: Kirishima: Hey are you ok? Izuku, literally on fire: Why, what's wrong?

GHFLKDFJLSDF IM LAUGHING!!! YOURE NOT WRONG

Anonymous said: I just finished msa ch4 and im?? Its 0 dark 00 and I have a 7 hour shift later Toda but I had to put it down and gnash my teeth over how GORGEOUS and HEARTBREAKING this chapter was before picking it up and finishing it. God im so stoked that it came out. Alright my pal, I hope you have a good time period of indeterminate length; take care of yourself yo!!

thank you im so glad you enjoyed it!! and i hope things have been good for you!

Anonymous said: ffuuuUUUUCK THAT TEMPLE-DOG YO WHAT AN AWFUL ICKY THING TO DO

correct, although in its defense, if izuku had just been another spirit, their connection would not have had that kind of effect 

Anonymous said: Uh, sorry if this bothering you, this has something to do with Msa Izuku, but not the new chapter (love it BTW, poor Izuku got captured by Overhaul. The cat is a new bar.).So, I would like to ask, just for fun, what would Izuku sees if he meets C/astiel face to face and how would the spirits react?

i think my worldbuilding and spn worldbuilding would conflict in so many terrible ways, but... izuku would prob be able to see c/astiel’s wings and true form? only for a bit before his eyes started getting itchy, and then started bleeding... dont think the spirits would like angels very much. spirits are a very prideful and arrogant bunch who don’t like to be intruded upon or interfered with

Anonymous said: who is Senshajou other than an amazing creature which I love already

senshajou is plato’s ideal cat. they are not exactly a spirit. they just are

Anonymous said: I'm suuuper curious about what the One for All spirit looks like in MSA, because my first thought is that it'd have to be this massive chimeric mutant due to the nature of it's creation and the fact it's been bonded to eight separate people.

coming back and reading this is incredibly funny because like. yeah. ofa is a chimera. not quite for the reasons you think, but yeah

Anonymous said: You know what I'm thinking right now? What of kiri and deku met in public after The Arrest™. The sheer chaos it would bring. The Confusion ™. I'm sure deku would just take one look at kiri and just. Book it. Also ch4 helped inspire me in my endavour to write about my etheral starlight dragon god for a original story i've been thinking up. You're really good at describing creatures beyond Imagination, you know.

you have correctly predicted this scenario. 

also im glad ch4 was able to help you in your writing endeavors!! best of luck!!

Anonymous said: whenever i read msa i always picture izuku wearing like, some kind of grey cloak, with the hood always up and shadowing his eyes no matter the context/location/surrounding temperature. It doesn't make any sense given the general fashion in bnha but I can't help it- msa!izuku is a cloak kinda guy imo

you’re right but msa izuku would also hate the attention that would come with wearing a cloak. he is definitely a hood-up kind of guy

Anonymous said: msa au in which Deku escapes the villain alliance, breaks into Kirishima's home, and just, fucking collapses on the couch. Kirishima gets up the next morning to see the fucking cryptid he'd hunted for days just, sleeping on his couch like a giant cat. What the fuck. What the fuck.

hold that thought

Anonymous said: So I'm reading ch 4 and listening to "I appear missing" by queens of the stone age and it works ridiculously well ngl (also like gd this chapter is so good the hype is real👍👍)

thank you!! this is a p cool song

Anonymous said: In MSA does everyone have a spirit? Have people always had spirits? Do you know how quirks started? Do even quirkless people have spirits? Why don't they have quirks? Could Izuku open their channel, or is the quirk canceling bullets different from quirkless people? So many questions!

most everyone has a spirit but not everyone, people have not always had guardian spirits, i do know how quirks started, quirkless people have spirits, they don’t have quirks because their bodies have not adapted to channel their spirit’s energy adequately, and izuku can try something with unlocking quirks, but it depends on what there is to work with already. quirk cancelling bullets rewind the bond between spirit and human but they don’t erase the adaptations to the body. quirkless people dont have that adaptation in the first place... hope that makes sense 

Anonymous said: dunno if this's been mentioned/acknowledged or asked about before, but wheres izuku's guardian spirit?

he ain’t got one. but why... 

Anonymous said: CHOO CHOO IT'S THE UNRESOLVED EMOTIONAL ISSUES TRAIN COMING IN AT 242379 MILES AN HOUR THERE ARE NO STOPS THERE ARE NO BRAKES WE DIE LIKE MEN ON THE HELL EXPRESS ~bakugous spirit

this is a joke but actually, yes. actually, this is very applicable to msa izuku himself, and so many characters i write, actually. this is an icnredibly funny ask and i love the phrases you use  and i would not be surprised if i subconsciously absorb this phrase and accidentally use it in the future. thank you for this

Anonymous said: question: if msa izuku and kirishima were in a dangerous situation and izuku almost got hurt very badly/died but he managed to escape. BUT kirishima didnt see him escape and didnt know he was okay. how would kirishima react

in typical kirishima fashion he would be very worried about izuku and would probably try to figure out a way to rescue him

Anonymous said: im ppl have been talkig abt izu's guardian spirit lately, but wht abt allm's? i like to imagine that when shimura died, she became toshi's guardian spirit

shes not allm’s guardian spirit but shes Around

Anonymous said: ok but the part where msa izuku says release it rly reminded me of cardcaptor sakura just sayin

never watched cardcaptor sakura but thats p cool 

Anonymous said: I'd like to think if MSA. Izu/ku got hit with a quirk erasing bullet it wouldn't kill him, just like knock him out for a good day or so until he wakes back up through spite and the universe just hating him and being like "man thanks for the nap gun guys gotta get me one of those"

Anonymous said: I had a dream that msa!izu/ku was standing in his cell and staring at a nearby guard and the guard is wondering wtf why is he staring like that but actually he was just really tired and fell asleep. Standing up. W/eyes open.

HEY THIS IS INCREDIBLE AND INCREDIBLY FUNNY AND IF SOMEONE WROTE A SNIPPET WITH IZUKU DOING THIS I WOULD ABSOLUTELY BELIEVE IT

Anonymous said: I'm sorry but I have to tell you “Would you like to sit?” “No.” is the funniest interaction I have ever experienced in my life I woke up my grandmother at 3 am cause I was laughing so hard and she's doesn't even live on the same floor as me

im so glad that izuku being a bullheaded and troubled teenager can bring some amusement and laughter to your day

Anonymous said: i guess you could say that in the lastest chapter, msa izuku is kicking ass... /and taking names/ BA DUM TSHHHHHHH

HGJDFKJSDLGSDF IM LAUGHING!!!! STOP THIS

Anonymous said: In the MSA verse when someone doesn't like their quirk for example like your OC Mitoki and they don't use their quirk how does that affect their spirit?

doesn’t really affect their spirit except like, psychologically or emotionally, because they would Like for their charge to be able to use their powers in order to defend themselves, but their charge Is Not

Anonymous said: What would Mitoki think of MSA Izuku?

msa izuku: says Anything msa izuku: pulls Those Stunts msa izuku: does stuff of gray legality without bothering to explain himself, ever msa izuku: also is grudgingly a good person mitoki: this guy is hilarious and a fucking RIOT, i have to adopt him immediately

Anonymous said: i imagine after hearing the music of the universe msa izuku doesn't like human music anymore, huh?

i think he isn’t very fond of any music that reminds him of that experience, and how he nearly lost sight of his sense of self. normal, mundane music with absolutely nothing out of the ordinary is probably a relief

Anonymous said: Just wanted to drop in and say that I really love MSA!!! It's a super refreshing read, and I LOVE how you write everyone. I'm so hooked, you have no idea. Thank you so much for all the work you put into it!!

thank you for dropping in and letting me know!! i love feedback like this, makes me happy to keep writing and sharing stuff. i hope you enjoy the next chapter!

Anonymous said: someone: *gives izuku positive attention* izuku: you come into MY HOUSE

yeah that’s pretty much exactly it

Anonymous said: This might be a little weird and specific, but how would MSA Izuku react to someone who does similar stuff to him? Meaning, constantly does weird eldritch shit while sassing away any attempts to figure it out. And also assuming that they keep crossing paths no matter how either party feels about it.

probably kind of uncomfortable, but if this person is reacting to said eldritch stuff the way msa izuku reacts to spirit stuff, i think he’d just recognize this person as someone else who’s going through a lot of stuff and just wants to be left alone, and then msa izuku would proceed to leave them alone. maybe quietly give them a coffee if they look like they need it, then leave.

if this person was enjoying eldritch stuff, i think msa izuku would be kind of envious of them, and resentful, because hey, this person gets a way better deal than me in terms of eldritch mysteries, why do i get stuck with all the bad stuff? 

either way i don’t think msa izuku would spend a lot of time with them, he has a lot of his own stuff to deal with.

Anonymous said: Holy hell. Did Izuku, like, frickin ABSORB afo or some shit??

Anonymous said: Did izu/ku discover afo's spirit's name? And then proceed to destroy afo

Anonymous said: If I was Aizawa, or any other clever member of the hero crew, my assumption would probably be that Izuku is the product of a quirk that makes physical manifestations of other people's quirks. The person with said quirk probably used it on themselves, thus Izuku. It would reasonably explain why he's so dodgy about his identity, can fix/alter quirks, talks strangely to nothing, and is so effected by the eraser quirk. (It's fun manufacturing wrong but reasonable theories!)

oh thats a really interesting theory!! hmm yeah... it could work, but if i was aizawa i would wonder why izuku didn’t just disappear if he was just a temporary manifestation of a quirk. i’ll deffo consider this though and if it proves useful to the story i hope you won’t mind if i use it? 

thank you for writing in!

Anonymous said: Goodness, I love your work. A part of me silently lives for the day when MSA!Izu and All Might spend time together and AM's just?? Immune to all of Izu's snark, while still being such a dad. Like "Deku my boy, where's the hoodie I gave you? It's getting cold out."/"Based on the trajectory of the moon and sun, in a garbage bin somewhere."/"Oh! Well it *was* my old highschool hoodie. It was probably getting too old to wear anyway"/*Cue frustrated-mortified screams of the little cryptid child*

frankly i don’t think msa izuku would be able to handle someone knowing About Him and genuinely looking after him at the same time, he’s only ever had one or the other at a time, if all might did this msa izuku would short circuit and have a minor crisis because he doesn’t know how to accept affection from someone who accepts him for who he is. this thought hurts me and i regret thinking about this. really good ask, thanks for sending it in

Anonymous said: Your fic ‘know what i’ve made by the marks on my hands’ is a power move in of itself.

fndlfksldkf THANKS, im putting this in my testimonials

Anonymous said: Ever since the beggining of MSA I can't get rid of a certain though. Bakugou's Quirk something horibly adorable and comepletely enamored with Izuku. Like, the moment it sees him, it just jumps at him with hugs and kisses, possibly some purrs. Izuku avoiding the duo because he's so done and tired of the vilent love and explosive heatred mixture.

izuku hates it because both of them are giving him some form of attention and he just wants them to forget about him and be done with it

Anonymous said: Idk whether this was asked but how do names come across in the second intonation?? Like if izuku was saying senshajou (?) would the name come out in japanese or does the second intonation have a way of saying names without actually saying them? Basically would listening in on their conversation reveal a bunch of static and then just "carwash" in the middle of the sentence??

intonations aren’t a new language, just a manner of speaking, where the fourth intonation takes the most energy and the first intonation (normal speech) takes the least. effectively, izuku and all the spirits are speaking japanese, but the intonation they speak in will take their words to a different energy level. if that makes sense. so, no, ‘carwash’ would not show up in the middle of a sentence

Anonymous said: SIMK IM CHOKING!!!!!! YOUR ART LEFT ME SPEECHLESS ITS SO GOOOOD!!!!

thank you so much!!! this is very flattering, and makes me very happy as well

Anonymous said: Hey have you ever played OFF?? Idk the first pic you drew for MSA rly reminds me of it

i have not! but i love the art i’ve seen for it

Anonymous said: so are the guardian spirits in msa bound to their humans in a distance sense? like can they just wander off to somewhere far away from their human or would they hit a boundary somewhere?

yes, spirits are basically bound by proximity! they can leave their charges behind and go gallivanting to another continent but it’s Not A Good Idea for a few reasons and becomes very unpractical. they can travel pretty far from their charges if the necessity arises, though.

Anonymous said: there is a lot of things i could say about your my spirit academia art but the first thing that i thought of was "wow izuku looks good with nail polish"

fjdlkfjsldf

everyone looks great with nail polish!

Anonymous said: msa!izuku's flirting: you're slightly less terrible than everything else happening in this situation right now

izuku says this stiffly and without looking at the other person because expressing emotion and vulnerability is difficult for him

Anonymous said: Honestly msa!izuku is the most relatable au Izuku. I too wish I could just fade from everyone’s collective knowledge and become the local ghost story middle schoolers dare each other to test. *izuku gets ding-dong-ditched but only because local children are too terrified to stay to see the beast that lives in that apartment*

Wait what does Izuku do for halloween anyways?

i accidentally deleted the second half of your question so that’s just a paraphrase sorry!! but yeah, i’ve infused msa izuku with some of my more cryptid-longing tendencies, i find it hilarious that this has carried through. i love the proposed scenario. it’s incredibly funny and absolutely something that would happen to izuku 

i dont think halloween is very widely celebrated in japan? but if it was, izuku would probably just shut himself in his room for the night because he doesn’t want to deal with any aspect of the holiday

Anonymous said: heya!! i just read your msa fic and i absolutely adore it! the whole idea is just awesome in the every sense of the word and ive found myself already completely immersed in it! your writing of izu/ku is very relatable for me and it only makes me love the fic more?? ahh im just head over heels for it!!!!

ahhh im really glad to hear that!!! i hope you continue to enjoy future chapters, as we explore more of izuku’s character, and possibly, his past :^)

Anonymous said: u have probs already gotten this question before, but was msa izuku (or his soul) merged with his guardian spirit at birth? Cause izuku basically says that something went terribly wrong at his birth... so I'm thinking he somehow merged with his spirit????

something like that! there was spirit fuckery involved.

Anonymous said: I cant help but think prototype!izu/ku's hair would match msa izu/ku v well

im laughing because ive actually drawn msa izuku with a hairstyle DISTRESSINGLY similar to prototype izuku’s hair. msa izuku has got that unhappy, emo vibe about him that just naturally attracts the kinds of vibes that prototype izuku’s hair gives off

Anonymous said: is izu/ku's guardian spirit like nessie or bigfoot or something? cause i swear to fuck he's such a cryptid omg

HRNGLDFLKSDF IM LAUGHING

nah, izuku doesn’t have a guardian spirit. only... himself

Anonymous said: Did All Might give Mirio One For All in MSA?

no idea, haven’t thought about it, won’t figure it out until i actually need to address it

Anonymous said: I just wanna say that I love msa and kirishima is trying

kirishima *is* trying and we are all loving and supporting him for the amazing work he does

Anonymous said: Say, would Shinsou’s quirk work on MSA!Izuku?

you will find that out in, sports festival msa au, wherein msa izuku accidentally takes his canon counterpart’s place right after he’s finished the obstacle course event in the sports festival. i need to get through the end of the sports festival before im satisfied with publishing it... but i’ve finished the shinsou fight. so! you’ll see :p

Anonymous said: Hey I sent you an ask a while ago but idk if you saw it or not, but I just wanted to say that I really liked your latest chapter of msa! The music that you described in the chapter was really amazing and it made me think of this song called “the heaven’s flock” sang by the Texas all state choir. Obviously it won’t be anything close to the ethereal other-worldly music that you describe in the chapter, but it’s what came to mind while I was reading it. You can find it on YouTube, hope you like it!

hey im super glad!! i spent a lot of time editing those paragraphs for Maximum Spiritness, it’s always gratifying to know someone enjoyed them. and yes, i checked out the song on youtube, and it’s pretty cool! choral pieces usually don’t interest me a lot but this one was fun. thanks for telling me about it!

Anonymous said: i just found your ff and I love them! Tired(tm) Midoriya is great and I love him.

thank you!! izuku who is tired of this bullshit and calls it out when he sees it is definitely very fun. 

Anonymous said: where is msa!izuku's physique in comparison to the cannon timeline? is he closer to how he was at the very start of series, or while he was training with All Might before he got One for All?

he’s pretty lean and wiry with plenty of stamina, so i’d say he’s about on par with canon izuku after training with all might pre-yuuei. he probably doesn’t have as much raw strength but i think he has more stamina

Anonymous said: Msa izu/ku escapes from the Precepts' clutches and starts booking it around the tunnels and just. Stumbles upon Eri. Stops and takes the time to fuckin wrangle her spirit to stop it from unexisting him and just books it with her "I'm taking her now bye"

this is hilariously close

Anonymous said: you used a lyric from meet me in the woods for the 4th chapter of msa and god thinking about it that song fits the au?? at least as much as i've seen about it.

thank you!! and yeah, i’ve actually got that song on my msa playlist. specifically, my msa kiri/deku playlist, because it fits so well. [sips that heart hurting juice] im happy someone caught the reference!

Anonymous said: just read the quote from Morrison 'she utilised violence in a purely feminine way' by chucking hot pokers at people and all I can think of is msa!izu/ku being so done with everything and being violent 'in a purely deadpan way', chucking his collection of spray paint cans/ art supplies/ occasional chair at the spirits because he's just so done and LET HIM SLEEP OR AT LEAST TURN UP WITH COFFEE GODDAMIT.

you are not, wrong 

thats what his scripts are for!

Anonymous said: Msa! Izu/ku's laugh sounding like a dead rustling/ raspy monotone that is simultaneously eerie and extremely concerning to the point you want to wrap him in marshmallows.

msa izuku’s laugh sounds very, very tired, which is arguably the same thing

@iamlikecain​ said: Hi ! I juste wanted to say that I love your fic My spirit academia and sassy Izuku is what I now live for. Btw, he doesn’t deserve to suffer omg that poor baby and uuugg I hope he’ll be happy ;—-;

haha thank you!! i’m glad you like msa izuku’s shenanigans!! and yeah. he really doesn’t deserve any of this. things will, hopefully, look up for him soon! i am not setting out to write a pessimistic story, eventually things will get better

Anonymous said: Your my hero academia spirit AU is super frigging interesting??? Im dying to read more :DDD

thank you! im super glad you enjoyed it

Anonymous said: What are your favorite msu!izuku headcannons?

just the fact of him existing in this unrestrained, unintentionally chaotic state of being wherein he does what he needs to and may even do what you want him to, but in a way that makes him and you and everyone else involved feel like you’re all just a bunch of clowns. heres a couple more facts about him though

his goal in life is to become a famous reclusive calligrapher who has retired to the isolated countryside to do calligraphy, where no one can bother him

secretly still really passionate about heroics but kind of embarrassed about it so if you find out or bring it up he WILL try to kill you

messy and not very good at cooking, but doing his best

knows some kind of weird trivia that you wouldn’t really expect

Anonymous said: b r u h what would inko's quirk spirit creature look like?? soft and playful and curious about all sorts of smol trinkets/objects??? would they be combative w izuku too??? ;-; or reach some sort of grudging acceptance of their presence??? smol green abomination belongs to my beloved human, so no fighting little abomination

honestly i haven’t given a lot of thought to inko’s guardian spirit, other than that it’s probably pretty small and not one of the most powerful spirits out there. it’s kind of distant from izuku, bc izuku makes it uneasy, but it cares about izuku in its own way. 

[graviticdeeds]

oh fuck my life, i just remembered i need to register as self employed and do invoices and do taxxxxesssssssssss ffuuuuuuuck OTL

at least the taxes dont have to be done until april. But still.. fucking taxes

[cum-a-calla]

wake up, Roman crü. mommy's got breakfast

i have this long-running fantasy about roman needing a handler because he cant be trusted not to run his mouth in public and rather than saying you're his assistant, which is what you agreed upon when you took the job, he introduces you as his girlfriend (because he knows what an uncomfortable position it puts you in and he fucking loathes what you represent) and weaponizes it as an excuse to publicly sexually harass you at every given opportunity trying to break your spirit but it actually just makes everyone involved furiously horny :3 :3 :3

“She’s my fucking girlfriend. I can grab her however I want. Right, sweetheart?”

It’s the hardest thing you’ve had to do so far in your newly acquired position. Officially, off the books, your single priority and purpose is to watch Roman. To be his glorified babysitter, so to speak. Everything was set in place, everything went so well and so easily for weeks. Weeks. It was easy to play the role of assistant - take notes, suffer his constant moaning and groaning and bitching, his lewd jokes and incessant flirting. It’s not hard to ignore his advances and take them for what they are, Roman acting out and being an asshole. The constant forced bravado. His smirking, his wandering eye, constantly sliding over your body like oil, like hands.

But this - this you can’t ignore. You look into the surprised faces of Kendall and Shiv, their eyes bouncing between you and Roman to discern what the fuck is going on.

“Girlfriend?” Shiv scoffs. “Isn’t she your assistant? Can you - can you even legally date your assistant, Rome?”

Kendall charges into the conversation, ready to control it. “Wait, wait… is this for real?” He eyes you specifically, but the only thing you feel is internal panic. “Are you fucking with us?”

“Nah, nope. Real deal. She’s not even my assistant, I just like to keep sexy secrets around.” Roman wraps an arm around your waist and yanks you closer, watching you with his glittering, dark eyes. “Isn’t that right?”

The flush creeping up your neck paints you the most embarrassing shade of red. Roman’s smirk tells you that he could eat you alive, that he’s enjoying every awkward second of this forced exchange. And - oh fuck. Fuck. He knows.

He’s not supposed to know - nobody is. Employed specifically by the hand of God himself (which is to say, Logan and Gerri), your only job aside from watching Roman is to keep the secret. To act as his assistant, but not to let on. It’s hard enough not to move under the penetrating gaze of his siblings, too smart for their own good. It’s been even more difficult to pull the wool over Roman’s eyes. For being such a snotty little nepo-baby brat, he’s actually insanely clever. He has the eyes of a hawk, ears always open. He sees. He notices, he takes mental notes. He can put things together quickly.

You laugh nervously and try to relax into his grip. “Um - well… I didn’t think we’d be… going… public anytime soon, Roman. So, thanks for the… heads-up.”

Roman beams at you, triumphant. He stares at his siblings, skates his hand down to grope your ass, giggling when you jump.

“Wow. Wow, Rome,” Shiv says, shaking her head. She looks at you apologetically, though she snorts laughter into her glass. “I feel sorry for you. What a choice.”

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Yeah, it sure is."

Roman parades you around the rest of the night, ignoring your attempts to corner him and demand an explanation. He keeps the drinks coming, drinking more than usual for himself. Something simmer underneath his enthusiasm - of course, he's finding plenty of enjoyment toying with you. He takes any and every opportunity to swirl you around the room and eye-fuck you, his lips wet from the alcohol, cheeks red.

At one point, he corners you into another room. A den, a library, something, the lights shut off - a room in somebody’s rich house full of somebody’s rich things. Roman’s glazed eyes shine in the dark as he advances on you, stepping calmly forward until your ass hits the edge of a table. He leans forward, barely blinking as he rests his palms on the surface of the table. His breath smells like whiskey, but there are other smells - his sweat gliding on his aftershave, whatever he styles his hair with. A whiff of cologne. He waits a beat, riding on that delicious, nervous silence as you do your best to return his intensive gaze. He’s so close. You have never been this close to him, ever - maybe imagined it, idly, thinking about how despite all of his infuriating habits and his general attitude and how much of a fucking brat he is for a 40-something-year old man, he’s… charming. Handsome as a demon, with a tongue to match. What that tongue might do instead of attacking people. What his slim fingers might do.

“You’ve been lying to me,” he says playfully, and he isn’t playing at all. “Liar, liar.”

“Yeah,” you admit quietly. No use in denying it now. There’s an immediate satisfaction in his smirk, but it melts off, the curve of his smile sliding back down into a near scowl.

“I don’t need you. I don’t need - whatever this is. It’s fucking bullshit.”

“I don’t work for you.” Your voice so soft, so measured. It takes real effort as the alcohol clouds you, as his gaze sets you on fire, and how could it not? “I - I’m just doing my job.”

“Your job.” Roman takes this in, rolls it around on his tongue, in his mind. He tilts his head and looks away only for a moment before he’s burning into your eyes again, so bright and angry. “Right.”

“Right.”

Roman keeps his eyes trained on yours and it becomes sort of an unspoken contest. It’s easy to do, melting into his own eyes like a snapping, green fire, ringed in gold. You hadn’t really noticed before just how beautiful they are. This is your focus as the first tickling of his fingers surprise you - his hand, sneaking up your skirt. They line the inside of your thighs like silk, curious, testing. Taking barely seconds until they’re brushing against your flesh - his eyes widen and his lips part, jaw hitting the proverbial floor.

“Nothing, huh?” He laughs in a harsh, quick breath, anger sliding into something easier - the knowing, the bedroom-eyed stare. The smirk comes back, but it’s fluid this time in a way that’s hard to describe. Softer. More satisfied. “Nothing underneath your skirt. Do you always do that?”

“Not… not always,” you whisper. The hard swallow makes an audible sort of click in your throat and he laughs, a genuine laugh like bells. It makes you warm in all that dark, cloaked in it all like some kind of syrupy drug coursing through your veins. You find yourself leaning into his lazy caressing, yet to actually part the seam of your cunt. Petting, stroking, but never pushing inside.

“Mmm. But just for me, yeah?” He leans in closer, eyes darting toward your lips as he leans in. You can practically taste him. He barely moves, barely breathes, brushing his lips so close to yours you swear you can feel it, but you do nothing in return. Nothing yet. Your hips buck forward without your permission and he smiles. His fingers come away before they’ve done much of anything, and he watches as he pushes them between your lips. “You know something? I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say that you lied to me, that you want me, and that you like me doing this to you.”

It’s not easy to talk with his knuckles between your teeth, so you don’t, opting instead to suck on them as they slowly come back out. He pushes them between his own lips, like he’s desperate to taste so much as your own mouth. He nods gently. Do it.

“I… was hired by your Dad, and -”

“No. No, try again. Just like I told you.”

His fingers come back. He waits, stroking your inner thigh, so close. So fucking close.

“I… lied to you,” you breathe. He nods encouragingly, knuckles brushing your sex once again. It’s easy to continue, so the words fall out of your mouth: “I… want…”

“C’mon,” he murmurs, and he leans into the curve of your throat, lips brushing it. The tip of his tongue traces a line of fire there, unable to stop himself from pressing his lips against your pulse and sucking you between his teeth, biting, marking you. His fingertips dip into the cleft of your cunt, teasing. “Keep going.”

“I want… you… to - oh my god…”

Roman pushes his fingers slowly inside of you, beckons them, stroking where he knows you want it. A sounds comes up through Roman’s throat, almost a purr, so delicate and needy that neither of you acknowledge it. It sets you ablaze. It has you clutching at his suit jacket, rocking into his gentle ministrations. He holds back, waiting, wanting you to say it.

“I - I want… I want a f-fucking… promise.”

“Demanding,” he teases into your throat. He kisses his way to the corner of your jaw. “Tell me what you want.”

“I - I want an office. My own. A nice one.”

“An office?” Roman barks a laugh, faltering in his movements just for a second before resuming. “An office, huh. What next? A raise? I thought you didn’t work for me.”

“Yeah, actually,” you agree breathlessly, rocking your hips a little. “I do want a raise. I want a raise, I want my own office, and I want you to keep your mouth shut about knowing - knowing what I do.”

Roman hums, and suddenly he’s pushing another finger inside, twisting them to pump into your harder, a little faster. Being mean about it. Trying to take control of the situation, to punish you, maybe. He drinks in the gasp you make, the way you tense up and go up on your tiptoes to escape such direct pressure. He takes his free hand and grasps your shoulder, pushing you back down so you’re flat on your feet and taking it. His thumb presses into your collarbone, close to your throat. A warning.

“And why in the fucking Christ would I do that?”

“B-because - because you… I-”

Roman grabs your face, digging his fingers into your jaw until it hurts. His fingers fuck into you with a brutal, unrelenting pace, and it’s getting harder to think. It’s hard to stay still, to stay quiet. Anger wars inside of you, but how turned on you are trumps everything else. You wince and whine quietly as he jerks your face around, glaring, and if it weren’t for the way he finger-fucks your wet cunt, you’d be convinced he was enraged. Furious. Absolutely ready to tear you apart. And maybe he is. The thought titillates you further and your eyes roll back as a moan ghosts its way past your lips. He shakes your head and clucks his tongue, admonishing you.

“Stop being such a desperate, stupid fucking slut and think. Use your words. If you can’t string a single coherent thought together, why would I even think of keeping you around at all, much less reward you with a new office? Explain it to me or I’ll stop.”

“No,” you protest, and the sound of desperation in your voice brings shame as heavy and deep as the rumble of laughter coming up from Roman’s belly, up through his chest as it seems to fill the room. The sheer derision in that laugh. It has you shuddering, trying to ride his fingers all the same, trying to look away. But there’s nowhere to escape. Trapped against the desk, forced to stare at him.

“You know, I should fire you. I should let everyone know I’m in on the big, bad secret and get you the fuck out of here.”

“No,” you repeat, swallowing a moan. “No. If you do, I’ll -”

“Yeah? You’ll what?”

“I’ll f-fucking tell your daddy that you forced me to drink a-and, and that you -”

“- that I..?”

“That you raped me, right here, and your whole fucking life will be upended and ruined.”

“Oh,” he coos, leaning in to brush his lips against yours. “Oh, well - hey, babe, don’t you know you need my cock for that? There are better ways of asking me to fuck you. If you weren’t such a dumb whore, you’d know that. Is that what you want? Huh?” Roman yanks his fingers out of you and the loss makes you gasp. He struggles with his pants, his belt, and suddenly his cock is out and he’s pushing your thighs apart. There are going to be bruises in the soft, generous flesh of your inner thighs in a couple days, developing bright blue and aching. “But if this is the narrative, we gotta stick to it. Right?”

He shoves inside of you with a violence that surprises you, and it’s hard to tell what’s a game and what isn’t, what he’s really feeling or thinking. All that’s clear is the molten heat between you. He pushes you down on top of the desk, scrambling papers, shoving a stack of books off of it. He presses a hand over your mouth and buries his nose into your throat, breath hot there, tickling. He grunts into your flesh as he sets a brutal pace, palm mashing your lips back against your teeth. The legs of the desk shift and creak with his thrusts.

“Should’ve confronted you earlier. This is fun.”

Fuck off. It’s mangled to near-unrecognizable against his palm, but he laughs anyway, moaning. His hips pick up the pace and he really fucks into you, like he wants to split you in half. He likes it, likes the pathetic, scared little sounds you make, like you can’t decide if you want to cum or cry. He bites down, deciding that maybe both would be really fun. You know, just to teach you a lesson. To let you know who’s really in charge.

“Tell you what - if you can cum before I do, I’ll give you what you want. You just gotta do this one thing for me - right? Hey - sshhh, stop fucking whining like that. You’re enjoying it. It’s pretend, remember? Aren’t we playing one big fun fuckin’ game? You, pretending to be my assistant? So this isn’t real, sweetheart - I can’t fuck my slutty little assistant in here if she isn’t real, right?” He grunts and stills his hips a moment, shuddering before resuming his pace, laughing. “Close one. You’re gunna have to hurry up.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and snake a hand between your thighs. Roman doesn’t stop you - in fact, he only increases the ferocity, like he’s on a mission to derail you. It only serves you to your own end - already aroused beyond belief, cunt clenching around his cock, you give in to the waves rippling through your muscles. You whine and pant against his hand, trying to stay quiet, hips rocking back to meet his inconsistent rhythm as he falls apart. He pulls out, shooting ropes of his cum against your exposed cunt - he spreads you with his free thumb, holding you open so he can cum all over your pulsing clit, your fingers before you can snatch them away, guiding yourself through the aftershocks. He pants, staring at his handiwork as he pulls his slacks back up. He takes a step back to watch you struggle, to watch you shamefully push your fingers into your mouth. There’s nowhere else to clean them, anyway - that’s what you tell yourself as he lifts his eyebrows, sneering at you.

“Wow,” he says appreciatively. “Okay. You’ll go the extra mile and everything, huh? Well - a promise is a promise, honey. You’ll get yours… as long as I keep getting mine.” He winks and turns to leave, leaving the door open as he strolls way and leaves you to straighten yourself up.