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Big Ol' Rottmnt Fic Rec List

Hi, I've needed to do this for a while, so here's a big bundle of fic recs from me !

I've broken it down between one shots, chaptered fics, and series. I'll try to mention what the character focus is along with a brief summary and some personal thoughts. If you need more details I encourage you to check the fics summary and tags for yourself! I will only include an author's tumblr account if it's easy for me to find haha

One Shots

Mama's Boy - ashtreelane: Technically two chapters but it feels like a one shot. Casey Jr. angst, involving him finding out that maybe you can fix kraang infections and that he failed to save his mother. I love when people really pile the grief on Junior after all the fighting is over and the fic does it so well.

Forget-Me-Nots - GibbousLunation (AKA @klunkcat ): Hi, oh my god??? Leo and Mikey centric angst, in which saving Leo from the prison dimension has an insane ripple effect. Mikey dying? Nah he's going to start getting erased from every timeline and Leo slowly watches it happen (and refuses to do nothing about it). I utterly adore how this fic handles this concept. You see almost all of it from Leo's POV, noticing the little changes but writing them off as memory failures, because of how subtle some of it is.

Fight or Flight - pickledcarrotsandradish: Leo centric, post movie, Leo keeps waiting for his family to start lecturing him about all the dumb stuff he did during the invasion, and they aren't, so it's getting to him. A very neat narrative about how self loathing can warp our perception of how others see us. A++++

The Friend Zone Sounds Pretty Good, Actually - Cryptvokeeper: Eating this, eating this. You probably already know I love aroace Leo and this fic is an INCREDIBLE exploration of that. Even as just an ace person it hit SO many notes where I was just like "Oh god... I've been there buddy". And as a bonus the dynamic between Leo and Yuichi is v sweet. Love this a lot I've read it like five times.

Pink in The Night - unnamedmystery: Incredible April/Sunita fic. Like seriously this author wrote April's crush so well I think I was starting to fall in love with Sunita. Just incredibly cute all the way through, and great April writing, adore it.

《 until then, matriarch 》 - chiangyorange: HI OH MY GOD A nice chunky oneshot about Karai, about her being a leader, and it's phenomenal. It hits and hits and does not miss, really going in depth about her emotions involving her father turning into something wicked and having to destroy him, and how it ruins all of her good memories.

The Kindness of Collision - SpoonerizedSwiftness (AKA @splickedylit ): Hi I still remember the fic and the art suddenly showing up in the tag and then I was thinking about it for the next like five weeks aslkdjf A very interesting idea that when the turtles reach the age they were in the doomed timeline before things got reset, all the memories of their other life more or less hit them like a train. All of them have to comb through that information and it's a wonderful and emotional ride.

Chaptered Fics

Hamartia - Punable (in progress): Hi this is one of my all time favorite rise fics, mainly because in a way, it helped me come to terms with my chronic pain. It's Donnie centric and smack full of angst in all the best ways. Shorthand summary, an explosion in Donnie's lab almost takes him out (or kind of DOES take him out) and the recovery is not only long and agonizing, it may only go so far, and Donnie doesn't cope well with that.

Kick It Up a Notch - Brokenpitchpipe (completed): Hi this is my other all time fav rise fic. Donnie centric separated AU in which Donnie is raised by Draxum. My love for it stems a lot from the characterization of Donnie though, and even Draxum in this case. Not to mention that in a lot of cases it matches the vibes of the show. And in spite of all the humor, there's a few really gut wrenching moments. 10/10 will re-read.

Lightning in Our Fingertips Today - DaFlangsLairde (AKA @daflangstlairde-art) (completed): Leo and Donnie centric, mostly angst, with body swapping between the twins which results in Donnie finding out that Leo's ninpo hurts him. Love love love the character writing in this, and also how the swap is written.

Under Pressure - ParvumAutomaton (completed): Not sure this is a single character focused fic, but basically April goes cave diving and is out for a while, and the turtles get worried and go looking for her. This might be personal bias but as someone who gets really into caving stories, this fic hits the spot for so many reasons. A really great emotional ride, and if you wanna see April go through it then I super recommend it.

Nothing Haunts Us (like the things we don't say) - mad_and_thick_as_theives (completed): A lot of great fics by this author btw, but this one personally stood out to me. It starts of silly and light only to sweep in with the emotional weight. Turtles are all cursed with a truth spell, basically, but I think my favorite bit is who gets out of it first (and why). V sweet.

Creation of a Philospher's Stone - IgnisCanis (completed): Whoooo boy, if you want some Draxum centric character exploration this is a great one. It really fleshes him out as a morally grey character and also does a fantastic job at writing Mikey when he finds out.

The Ol Switcheroo - radishhqueen (AKA @radishhqueen) (completed): Haha not going to lie I have a few by this author (so I'll only tag them once) but MAN. Hands down my favorite take on future leo coming to the past, and maybe I'm biased because I like when those fics actually explore Junior's character in the process buuuuut I love it. Junior's already struggling to adapt himself to the present, and after getting caught up in a foot clan spell which summons his sensei to the present too it really doesn't get any easier.

Vigilantism for Fun and Profit - radishhqueen (completed): The Cassandra Jones fic ever. Zero contest. If you're uncertain about writing Cassandra because she had so little development in the show I encourage you to read this for inspiration (I know it inspired me a lot). It does such a great deep dive into her character post show and a bit of the movie too. Honestly anytime radishh has a Cassandra fic I am clicking.

Tried to Grow Up Good - Sroloc_Elbisivni (AKA @sroloc--elbisivni )(completed): The Casey Jr. fic ever. CRAZY in love with this post movie take on him. It's messy, it's fun, it's so so real and you get a good chunk of Casey Sr. in here too. Adore it.

Hold On (Or Three Times Donatello's Soft Shell Almost Killed Him, and One Time it Saved His Life) - dunk_on_em (AKA @spockazilla )(completed): If you ever want a bit of angst involving Donnie's shell this is my go to. Every chapter has an emotional swing, even the positive ones. And shows something most people might see as a disadvantage as a good thing, actually.

Atlas, My Brother - swampcryptid (AKA @the-name-is-rizzotherat)(in progress): Get your Raph angst, specifically involving him always shielding his siblings, this time via a curse. My guy is already going through it and I think it'll get worse if a solution isn't found.

I've Got You Under My Skin - Cass_Phoenix (in progress): More Raph angst, and some Donnie, a truly chilling exploration of the possible consequences to connecting with the kraang. This fic constantly has me on the edge of my seat, and constantly stressing for Raph.

What We Leave Behind (How We Start Anew) - iam57311 (AKA @iam-57311)(in progress): Any Baronjitsu fans here? An alternate take on canon in which Draxum and Splinter co-parent the kids since they're first born (made?) Hilariously while I love the Baronjitsu content in here, I think some of my favorite parts are actually with the sisters, Big Mama, and Draxum's sister who is so so cool I love her.

Proof of Redemption - iam57311 (complete): Another one of theirs! A short and sweet lil close to canon fic about Draxum steadily gaining the trust and affection of the Hamatos, with each chapter focused on a different character. I love how they're all paced out from each other, really hits how some are much slower than others to trust Draxum hehe.

No Crime* Only Brooches - OllieTheScribe (AKA @olliethescribe) (in progress): Well I have to get THE HypnoWarren fic in here. Such a fun take on these characters, I love love love the backstory they built up for Warren too, plus the dynamic between these two and the turtles after (eventually) become friends haha.

Minor Interference - bambiraptorx (AKA @bambiraptorx) (in progress): What can I say? This fic is delightful. Between the hilarity of the turtles going with Draxum just to mess with him, the lore additions for yokai and the Hidden City, HoH Donnie, and their slowly building dynamic, always eager for a new chapter with this one.

Series

A Butterfly with a Mechanical Wing - Amethyst_Goldenwind (AKA @amethystgoldenwind ): Donnie centric series about being a non-verbal autistic. I'm always fond of non-verbal/mute explorations of characters, and so far I really like how, because his family has grown up with it, all of it is very normal for them. The various forms of communication are delightful. Excited to see further entries.

Analogous Hues - alwerakoo (AKA @alwerakoo): It's a separated AU with similar titling themes as my own, needed to check it out. The titles are just about all they have in common though! This AU focuses a lot on the turtles (Raph and Leo with Splinter and Donnie and Mikey with Draxum). I love how this explores not only the dynamics of the two groups and how different they are, but also the dynamics between each of the siblings, also how some magic sibling connections can influence that. Not to mention the different home life in more ways than one. If you're into separated AUs that really dig into the turtles dynamics try this one out !

[black-queen-rising]

The people taking this dialogue as a legitimate “character flaw” or literally just at face value at all and not as a continuation of the blatant disrespect the writers have not just towards Rhaenyra as the heir of twenty years, but towards anything that could even vaguely be construed as “women’s work”, is the most perfect encapsulation of just how entrenched misogyny is into the very heart of our pop culture and how the popularization of fantasy has managed to worsen our societal view of soft power by painting it as not only weak, but frivolously feminine, unimportant, and a waste of time.

Since the beginning of the show the writers have almost exclusively portrayed Rhaenyra as disinterested if not opposed to her role as heir, as a politician, and a woman in power broadly all against the original canon and all glaringly, not to make her look worse or better or likable or incompetent (they do all those things, almost every episode, with however they need her to affect the plot in that given moment because they’re incapable of having the characters drive it organically) because it’s not truly about her at all. It’s simply because they cannot fathom a story where a woman is politically adept and as a result either 1. evil or 2. boring, and that is fundamentally because once again they are so biased and against portraying anything that could even vaguely be construed as women’s work or at all “feminine-coded” in an even neutral-but-interesting way they do for (stereotypically) masculine-coded activities like sword fighting, horse back riding, dragon riding, hunting, archery, not to mention just the concept of the political conversations that drive these stories, let alone an actually positive way.

They have taken a story that at its core was always an indictment of structural misogyny and how it will literally cause societies to tear themselves apart over nothing. But because they decided at the outset they wouldn’t and couldn’t portray the structural part of said misogyny without scaring away their intended audience, and decided instead to base this all around ultimately meaningless ~team discourse~ (because literally everyone meeting their downfall as a result of the consequences of systemic misogyny is the point) their alternate path has been to over-exaggerate and ultimately turn to spectacle every single woman involved’s individual suffering at the expense of everything else about their characters. It doesn’t matter if that was the intent or not the principle result of this adaptation has been the continual disempowerment and degradation of women and their agency combined with an almost impressively voyeuristic portrayal of their suffering.

The women in this show are not allowed to have interests or hobbies unless it’s to serve to make them seem “bad” in someway, whether that be the discomfort around Helaena’s bugs, the total lack of any positive representation of Alicent’s religiosity, or how the women dragon riders are broadly painted as aggressive, violent, and unnatural. I don’t even have specific examples to list from the other “team” because in order to be portrayed as “likable” to the general audience the women of Team Black are barely allowed to have personalities, let alone distinguishing interests or characterizing hobbies. The agency and autonomy they have been stripped of, collectively, from both historical precedent and actual ASoIaF, is almost entirely in their refusal to allow women’s work to be portrayed positively. There are no balls, no sewing circles, no garden parties, no trappings of power and contests of will in the jewels and gowns Rhaenyra must now loathe to be (their deeply narrow and biased view of) “likable”, there are no female mentorships, and no female friendships, and at every chance they have had to portray these things at both a societal and personal level they have chosen to veer away and instead reinforce their suffering. They have removed women’s avenues and halls of power from this story, while making it very clear there are no others that exist in this world, and they cannot participate in the men’s; if they could this story wouldn’t exist. So we are left with a group of people who are supposedly driving this story, who this story is supposedly about, but they are internally and externally isolated, largely removed from the public eye, angry or distressed to be there on the rare occasions they’re present, disempowered, stripped of personal agency and will, and we’re still told they have power. But if we search for it the only logical conclusion is that any power which does not center on how much suffering they have been through, or how much more they may be dealt, is not only gone, it was never there in the first place.

I don’t enjoy Rhaenyra’s quasi domestic abuse any more than Alicent’s visceral sexual shame and I don’t enjoy the infantilization of Helaena’s character any more than the erasure of Rhaena’s and it is deeply concerning how many people look at these decisions, and nod their heads and say “yes, this is realistic, and not only is it realistic it’s, GOOD, because without horrific psychological and physical abuse and ultimately a complete reduction to every female character as peace loving victims of powerful men’s cruel machinations we could never even SEE how misogyny is so damaging.” And the mindset that drives people to claim that those of us who call out how this is, the definition of benevolent misogyny and say we’re crazy, that we can’t see the complexity, that actually we’re the ones somehow falling back into sexist tropes, or asking for a black and white story when instead the black and white has simply become an insultingly reductive view of evil men versus helpless women and when all else fails, accusing us of wanting a boring story because it’s either not focused on gratuitous individual female suffering, or is focused on the kind of political power every single featured female character on both sides of this conflict wielded in the original book instead of evil man conversations and eviler man dragon-battles, is at its heart why we have come to a place in pop culture where one of its most marquee properties displays and embodies these problems so glaringly in the fucking first place.

[ahalliance]

qantoine’s coping mechanism to feeling left behind being both self-isolating and becoming possesive of those he cares for is so juicy as a concept . like yeah you go you funky creachure, manifest those complicated and sometimes contradictory emotions

[kooki914]

I just thought of a ship and I wanted to share it:

Spadesgorudy (spade x Asgore x Rudy)

Basically spade and Rudy tolerate each other for asgore’s sake, because he loves the both of them and they love him.

Also this man (asgore) deserves all of the love and praise and everything

Just wanted to share

Extremely valid and I support this ship wholeheartedly. If I was less deathly neutral on Rudy I'd def ship it myself. Have some doodles of them

[blackbatcass]

can you believe dc finally gave me a story where dick, steph and cass get to hang out. and it was a fucking. backup in a tom taylor issue

[crimson-phantom-designs]

Like What You See?

A reflection shows much more than what's on the outside but what is going on beneath the gaze regarding the one who's staring back.

Is it disdain of seeing a stranger from what time lost familiarity to or the watchful gaze of a lover to reunite the reflection with its bearer?

Written off the prompt "Like What You See?"

This story is mature content! 18+ only! It contains lots of descriptive spice, crazed passion and self loathing. You have been properly warned!

I spent way too much time on this to get it close to satisfactory as I could! Story is under the cut, wordcount is roughly 8400. It's a thorough story but worth it I promise. 😅👀😏

After coming through the door and offloading his hat and cane on the hook, Ebenezer took notice by short glance the inhabitant's garments were not already hung indicating he was still gone. Ebenezer groaned as he rubbed the back of his neck, forlorned in the emptiness that brought but steadfast in his persuit to the bedroom regardless. His tired, weary eyes tracked their way across the the grandeur spanse of his lover's flat to the bedroom looking forward to a moment to destress the long day away of closing accounts, offsetting others and the consistent griping of interests that accrued off debts he came to collect.

Maintaining his hardened, stoic decorum to put on a portrayal of strict modest severity waned heavily on his body and mind over time, where now he just wanted to shed that armor and unguard himself without the worry of social scrutiny. To let himself be *him* personally, what he was so careful no one caught notice of and dared thought him be weak.

Well, almost no one...

That thought made him tug a small smile as his guarded walls caved while he mentally shed the heavy armor letting his eyes soften to a dull sweetness as he took in the atmosphere.

Scrooge wasn't a man to be impressed by flaunted luxury dangled about to gain someone's attention, he found it disdainful infact, but his lover wasn't like that. This was his personal space he was allowed access to and was his lover's to spend his money how he pleased. He never tried to win Ebenezer over by it in a flashy style, the doctor certainly would see that as cheap and tasteless. For him it was a persuit of a different kind, one of wit. Ebenezer found that quite humbling in a way which made the opportunities when his lover did press gifts on him, what he shuttered at the price of, truly meaningful. It was something done out of special attention to his interest rather than to gain influence.

Regardless to the sophisticated air he wasn't used to, it felt nice coming here on ocassion as it was admittedly much more cosy than his own home. It was a space that proclaimed intellectualistic elegance and scholarly charm yet in an intimate fashion meant to bring one at ease, it was a far cry from Ebenezer's dusty emptiness of the massive space he called his own.

No detail here was gone unattended to in the meticulous doctor's abode. Highly polished, lavished furnishings of mahogany and rosewood decorated the space covered with plush upholstery and fine leather, anything one could ever dream of wanting. It was always so invitingly warm inside with a soft scent of whatever was in season, currently it was apples and cherries with an aroma of fresh lavender. It was a fragrancy that encouraged relaxation, what he readily looked forward to rewarding himself with.

Yet it also felt equally rewarding that he was finally given his own key in order to do so... He rolled the piece of brass, strung to his pocket by a chaitlaine, about his fingers like a keepsake in deep thought as his passive stare regard it warmly sentimental.

It was an act that took a monumental level of trust and showed much garnered appreciation he never thought he would have again, or ever in this aspect, from another person -particularly one as scrupulous as the doctor. The little gesture of both having exchanged pieces of metal was deeply signifying to him, it was far more than a door opener. It demonstrated an unbreakable bond and commitment between two people, as much as they could represent. One that was hard earned but that made it deeply gratifying to possess now as he dropped the heavily embellished mortise key in his welt pocket for safe keeping.

Not that Francis Osman really gave him the same approach. He had come inside his dwelling when he damn well pleased to deliver a passionate rousting,

not that Ebenezer tried to stop him... but it was getting abit much...

Ebenezer simply gave him a key to save on the stress of it. Yet it took an endeavor to get the same in return, something that upset him at first, but he also understood the sensitive nature of value in both monetary and the research held inside the man's personal quarters that would spell devastation if it was misappropriated by a turncoat. Ebenezer knew what was free to access and what was to be kept off limits, his personal study being the only limit, and he was trusted to respect that.

Yet the most rewarding factor was the fact the man being who he was and how closely he monitored others in his private spaces, trust him in this way without his presence. It felt lovingly validating as he knew the man never confer that to anyone before. It made that piece of brass the most valuable thing he owned.

Entering the bedroom, the first article of clothing to liberate himself of was a small but impactful one. He thread his fingers through the satin loops of the cravat that held his high color snugly about his neck. He loosened the knot absent-mindedly and pulled the constricting garment away to toss over the bedside chair as he welcomed the rush of crisp air against his throat with a small sigh. He popped the top button of his high collar to allow more relief.

He closed his eyes as he tugged the next confining layer off his shoulders and down his arms as he tossed the heavy tailcoat onto the bedside chair as well. Already feeling at ease, he went to unbutton the waistcoat as he opened his eyes to look down at himself in his own regard feeling modestly confident to do so.

He undone the four buttons as he peeled the form fitted, thick piece of clothing away and off his shoulders with a deep sigh of relief as fresh air reached through the thin linen shirt he was only wearing now, allowing his skin underneath to breathe.

He did enjoy how this layered attire tucked away some of his features he knew used to be firm and tight what no longer were. The wear of his age progressed and wore on him bitterly cruel to his mind but there was nothing to be done against time lost but try to conceal and not focus on it. He would just reliesh in the refreshing feeling to be free in the private comforts of such a privileged personal space.

As his next objective was to free his feet of his tightly laced spat boots his next following this was the ornate, mahogany marble poster bed in the center of this room. One he spent many an intimate moment in, but now simply craved languishing in the contentment of its soft, lush sheets. Yet as he kicked off his heeled shoes and passed the large mirror atop the dresser in this process of self relishment, he stopped in his tracks. He gave himself a hard, long look as his restful ready smile began to fade the more he looked in the mirror, scrutinizing himself without sympathy as he turned at all angles. Not appreciating the man he saw in the reflection without the image imagined as his ideal form.

He was drawn in further like a hare to a baited snare as he approached the reflection to lean forward and thread a worried hand through his hair then down the side of his face with a heavy sigh.

He had been feeling good about himself at least until now but he also couldn't stop looking no matter the want to as he held in place while the snare tightened.

Internally dwealing, he waned on all the years he lost just coasting through life, taking time for granted so carelessly, until the day he looked up to ready himself in the mirror one day and saw a man no longer youthful but aging what almost felt overnight. Grey hair had replaced his almond brown locks with a recede as it consumed the color all down his body. His vibrant blue eyes had dulled to pale slate and the hair along his face had started turning white, mercilessly draining even the grey along his temples, ever slowly consuming what color was left at all.

Ebenezer made a soft noise with a somber stare. He looked about like Marley now when he first started working for him just... tirder... Heavier circles under his eyes with more stress marks along their crevices and deep frown lines.

He couldn't understand how this could be a picture of appeal...

Which was why he tried to avoid regards in mirrors, outside of his focused preening. Particularly long ones such as this, because he knew where his thought patterns would lead as the person staring back at him felt like a stranger.

The outside didn’t match the way he felt inside and he found it depressing each time.

Even the hand that was examining his features hadn't escaped time as he glanced down at it through the reflection with an expression like it wasnt his own. Deep palm lines cut into his skin and along the back with wrinkles forming along the skin of his grip.

"Like what you see as much as I do?" The sharp raspy tone of Francis Osman cut the silence so close it made Ebenezer jump. He hated the soft natured talent the man had to almost manifest into a room without sound, he would never get used to it. Taking a quick gander at his well dressed attire, he assumed the man had just arrived home, saw his things by the door and went stealth as a fox on the hunt to purposely stir a fluster out of him. He was successful.

"Not particularly... nor do I necessarily understand how." Ebenezer's brow wrinkled at the disturbance to his self scrutiny but did allow a soft sideways gaze conveying his welcome more than language could. Something they both found mutually at ease to do with another, transfer conversation through expression alone.

"Are you saying I don't have good taste then?" Francis cocked a high brow yet shot a warned expression that he knew what the man was doing in here as he went so quiet.

Scrooge gave a bemused stare before scowling at him as he snipped defensively. "What does that have anything to do with my God given right to be critical about myself?"

"It's good to be attentive but sometimes one can be too critical in doing it..." Francis raised both brows with a heedful exchange. He slipped behind him, regarding an intense stare through the reflection as Ebenezer tried to ignore him and continued to examine himself, his hairline, the sides of his face. It was a through inspection, yet not completely in vain as Francis remarked observantly with a flat tone. "Your dysmorphic preoccupation is obsessed with perceived flaws in your appearance. It is such a repetitive behavior of yours to a point you don't know how you truly look, just what you think you see..."

Ebenezer huffed deeply with a sardonic glare. "Thank you Francis, I am aware. I don't need an analyzation of my frets right now..." He expelled a frustrated sigh as he returned to his inspection.

"Do you think I would have moved half way around the world for any old thing?"

Ebenezer cut a hard stare to him with a pause. "Well... You did..."

The fox moved to break the hare from a snare of its own mind as Francis tsked. "Ebenezer, you are your worst enemy..." He moved closer to rub Ebenezer's shoulders as his hands slip over his chest to pull at the remaining buttons of his shirt. Clearly to illicit a distraction, which was accomplished.

Ebenezer huffed annoyed as he tried to brush them away. "Francis, what are you doing? Quit that. What?-...No..." He finished with a whine at the realization of his undressing as his shoulders went slack. He only exchanged a very expressive pleading look though their reflection to stop yet doesn't try to halt him as Francis continued to unbutton the shirt.

"Why?" Francis chimed whimsically only looking up briefly from his task.

"I just want don't want you to..." Ebenezer exhaled pitifully.

"Want me to what?..."

"You know what..." Ebenezer spoke flat lowering his brows with a stare that conveyed all he needed to explain.

Francis hummed. "You don't like looking at yourself yet you can't hardly be pulled away when you do... I find that hard to believe you can't see what I do..." The side of his mouth twist a smirk, Ebenezer's reflection shot a petulant stare to that.

"There is a big difference in perspective of what I see and you see. I'm realistic in my appearance, you just see something to get perverted with..." He heard Francis chuckle not denying that fact as he felt fingers surround his neck to trace the legnth as they dipped under the stiff material, pulling it back. Ebenezer tried to ignore this as he half shrugged, giving himself a quick glance, before looking away with a knit brow. "So it troubles me sometimes... we all have our faults... its... more than just vanity... alot goes through my mind when I see myself..."

Ebenezer sighed roughly with a frown as he snapped himself out of his thoughts. He tried to slap away the hands that returned to undoing the shirt.

"...I also don't want to watch whatever you're planning on doing infront of this mirror to try and convince me agains't what my eyes see just fine." He glanced back through their reflection resistently yet his cheeks reddened slightly. "That's obscenely uncomfortable..."

"I never said anything about sex..."

Ebenezer barked a laugh with a cynical stare. "If I take my clothes off anywhere around you, I have learned too damn well to know what to expect. You can't control yourself."

"Have you ever complained before?"

"Yes!"

"Mm, fair enough... Well, if you were not so stunningly attractive, do you think that would be such a problem?" He shot an alluring glare to his reflection, one that was dangerously seductive and Ebenezer knew it all too well. It was one he found himself held captive to break free from as his mind twist in conflictions.

"...I... don't know... You... You're twisting my words, stop it." Ebenezer exchanged a heated stare before looking away, still uncomfortable with the whole idea.

Francis undone the final button of the linen shirt, resting just over Ebenezer's sternum, as he tugged the material to the side and over his shoulder. Revealing an expanse of pale skin and part of his chest, he rubbed a hand along the warm flesh of Ebenezer's bare shoulder to dip into the wide split V of his stretched collar. Artful fingers brushed through the soft dusting of chest hair underneath as they came around his pectoral form to tease the nipple making Ebenezer flinch from that with a soft, irritated grunt.

"I'm not hearing any complaining." Francis purred through a low rasp.

Ebenezer exchanged a depressive look with troubled brows though the reflection towards him. "When you're this determined, would it matter if I did?"

"My, my what a face... I'm not forcing you just... giving you a little encouragement..." Francis purred behind him as he applied a reassuring kiss to the back of his neck.

Ebenezer swallowed hard, only staring off into the reflection as Francis gathered the material up and pulled it over his head, then forward past his broad shoulders then arms, exposing more and more smooth, pale flesh. Yet as he popped the cuffs and slid them off the man's wrists to pull it away completely, Ebenezer gathered the material to his chest signaling resistance, the same somber look on his face.

"Oh, come on...." Francis spoke with a sedative lull to his tone as he kissed along Ebenezer's neck from back to side with a cunning stare. "Let me show you how beautiful you are..."

Ebenezer stared into the reflection uncomfortably but after a moment of tug a war with the garment, he sighed softly, looking away and let it go. "I can't believe you're making me do this... this is embarrassing..." He barely murmured over a soft breath, brows tensing in resentment.

"It's your body, there's nothing to be embarrassed by it, especially one as lovely as yours." Ebenezer made a small scoff to that looking away as he felt an insisting squeeze to his shoulders. "Now... What do you see?"

Ebenezer huffed a hard sigh through his nostrils, not wanting to look at first, as he rocked his head back to the mirror and gave himself a judgemental regard before rocking his head back to the man behind him. "Do want me to be honest or say what you want me to?"

"Don't be a smart ass."

Ebenezer sighed with an eye roll as he looked back with a languid stare, slate eyes fluttering over his naked torso with a frown. "I see a worn down 50 year old man who should really put a shirt back on..."

"Something positive..." Francis voice went flatly unamused.

Ebenezer's head snapped back as he groused. "What? That wasn't negative, its simply a fact!"

"You know what I meant..." Francis gave him a gentle push from behind.

Scrooge exhaled another sigh as he examined himself again for a moment. "...I'm thin." He half shrugged.

"A bit too thin because you refuse to eat regularly but it's a start."

"I gave it an effort, now who's being critical?" He turned to glare venom over his shoulder.

"No, that was honestly." Francis retort as Ebenezer grunt with a hard stare trying not to show the scathed vulnerability that remark caused as he knit a deep scowl. With a huff he went to move away from the mirror as he was seized quickly. "Ah ah, get back here." Ebenezer gave a pout but complied as Francis even tone spoke affirmed. "That was out of concern for your health, not a scrutinal one. I much adore your figure actually... I just wish you would care more for yourself is all." Fingertips flutter along his sides making Ebenezer twitch as Francis purred with a growing smile, studying him. "I could name all the things I like about what I see if you cannot... hmm... infact..." He hummed warmly nipping Ebenezer's earlobe what the man visibly expressed a sneer as he tried to pull away. Yet as he tried, Francis pinned his thighs between the dresser and himself as he slipped his hands over Ebenezer's wrists to hold him in place. There was a mild protest to that as Ebenezer cut his eyes away from the reflection, his face resentful but he didn't attempt to fight back as his shoulders dropped in defeat. Francis smiled as he studied this, his chin resting in the bend of Ebenezer's neck and shoulder. "How about... you let me do that and we go from there?"

"Go from there?..." Ebenezer parroted the words as his eyes stared off into the reflection with a discerning gaze back to him. "I do believe I am being set up..."

"Now you're being facetious." Francis grinned as he gave Ebenezer's frame a squeese, the man's expression still not swayed as he continued. "Now... hmm..." Francis hummed thoughtfully, keen eyes flicker over the man infront of him for a moment. "I see a beautiful set of slate blue, very expressive, eyes... Do you like your eyes?"

"Other than they seem to betray my very thoughts, I suppose..." Ebenezer glanced up, a soft sparkle in their centers revealing his delight to that compliment. He seemed to realize this and shield them away quickly, knowing this to be a fact.

Feeling himself being regarded with fine detail, Ebenezer's hands broke free to cross over his chest bashfully yet Francis pulled them back down agains't Ebenezer's objection but he relented, huffing a sigh with a stern glare but nothing else. The man's intense gaze bore a considerable weight, enough Ebenezer felt it burning into his skin. It was one he wouldn't dare meet knowing it would be his undoing as he swallowed hard and cut his eyes away.

"I see a squared face shape accented nicely with a wide jawline sculpted by soft, silky hair that frames your lips and strong chin... It makes those eyes quite prominent and emphasizes your smile... when you allow yourself to show one, that is..." He brushed the back of his hand along the sharp curve of Ebenezer's face as he brushed through the hair chiseling his jawline. He passed a finger over his lips making Ebenezer recoil slightly but he did offer a faint smile to it, Francis continued. "Hmm, I also see sharp, high cheekbones that accent your Roman nose very handsomly and soft, dense heavy silk that crowns your face. It's slicked back with a clean scent of pomade creating an arch of bangs forming a swooping, crashing wave..." Francis fingertips brushed along these features as he explained them like a medium to a canvas, pulling a small smile from the man as he grinned shyly, his face reddening. Francis finished his trail by threading his hand through the back of Ebenezer's heavy locks, relishing the texture and the way Ebenezer hummed to his hair being played with. "Don't you agree?"

"I don't know..." Ebenezer barely spoke, only stealing quick glances from his now very flushed face. "Maybe..."

"Alright, well clearly you need more convincing...." Francis hands trailed the elements as he explained further. "I see a slender but strong neck with pronounced muscles within it. A sharp set of clavicle bones that connect your chest creating the platform for a set of firm, square shoulders. A slim but toned torso with an ideal curved chest and soft dusting of hair that decorates it. It is firm, with subtle glandular tissue under two pale, pink areolas..." Francis hands slipped down his form as he teased the curly hair and gave his chest a squeese making Ebenezer grunt stiffly with an uncomfortable squirm to the odd sensation yet he kept quiet as Francis continued. "I see a smooth abdomen with a soft hint of a happy trail that darkens the lower it goes..." His fingers traveled down the soft path of hair that became more coarse the lower they descend making Ebenezer's muscles ripple there as the sensation sent a warm stir down his belly the closer they got to his core. He took a deep breath while the man persisted exploring. "This is paired nicely with a narrow, svelte waist that's sharply accented by hips covered in solid thigh muscles..." Francis fingers rest along the dips in Ebenezer's pelvic bones with a fluttering tease making him jump from the hypersensitivity that skin had. The sensation forced a loppy smile to twist with a small snicker as Ebenezer squirmed making himself all the more blood-red. A mischievous simper grew on Francis face as he rest over his shoulder watching that. "I know of more ample features southward but you're still wearing trousers..." One hand fell back to slide down the curve of Ebenezer's backside with a cupping motion as his voice turns sharply metallic. "Do you need more convincing?"

"Mm, so you want my trousers off just so you can keep describing me?..." Ebenezer hummed staring into the mirror thoughtfully, now with much softer eyes.

"Do you want me to stop? Perhaps you have something positive to say now to take over..."

"No, no keep going..." He teased a small smile with eyes that tempted devilry. "You're far better at it than I would be..."

Francis smiled with a leer as he released a husky hot breath along Ebenezer's neck that gave the man a stir in his chest. "Very well... though that could land you in some trouble..."

"Oh dear, would it? How dreadful..." Ebenezer hummed warmly, staring through the reflection and playing alarm with a rebellious smile that teased teeth.

There was a heavy handed squeeze to his ass in response to such leaking sarcasm, making Ebenezer lerch forward with a sharp inhale. The hand resting on his hip then snaked down his inner thighs, teasing the form between them causing a grunt to expell out of the man who was trying hard to remain resistant. Lips brush against his throat line feeling the pulse beneath with a purr into his ear. "Or I can just show you..." Francis cut a predatory stare at him through the mirror that gave Ebenezer chills in a most raw way.

"Hmm, I don't know..." Scrooge grinned as he leaned back into his lover, his head resting in the bend of his shoulder as he revealed the full legnth of his neck. He applied a soft grind of friction against the warm body behind him as he stared the man down through the reflection behind him with sultry bedroom eyes. "I might be convinced if you keep going..."

Francis growled, lowering his head to inhale the sweetly spiced scent trails along the exposed legnth of neck made vulnerable to him. "Mm, is that so.. Who's the one who can't contol themselves now?..."

"Oh that's still you, I'm not doing a damn thing. You're the one who's getting handsy..." Ebenezer grinned with a chiding tone as he continued to ever so slighly grind into him. "I simply asked for compliments..." He cut his eyes through the reflection with a demure exchange.

"Mmm, you dirty tease... Don't play innocent..." Francis growled, his deep blue eyes darkening as his head dipped forward, his metallic voice deepening. He nipped the legnth of his neck making Ebenezer stifle out a groan he tried to hold in.

Francis paused to give the heat of Ebenezer's neckline a soft inhale again, rolling the sweetly spiced scent of his natural musk through his olfactories, his eyes sharpened from the chemistry detected. Its naturally sweet, vanilla-spiced redolence was permiating the air around him with seasoned vigor and strong eros, an enticing signal to come satisfy. What Francis, in his animalistic reaction to it, responded with his equally wanting signal back.

"The scent of your erotic carnality is melting off of you with a warm ardor." He growled while exhaling the intoxicating scent slowly through his lips to savor it again through taste. "I could decimate you, see what you've done?..." He pulled Ebenezer's hips hard against his loins to let the man feel the tented arousal pulse agains't him. Like Ebenezer already didn't know. "You've been grinding yourself agains't me wanting to be railed like an animal in heat and you're about to make me give it to you like one."

"Mmm, all that from a smell?" Ebenezer hummed amused with a chuckle and snarky grin. "You already are an animal, nose and all. That is simply another fact-"

His voice cracked; however, as the little nips along the tender flesh of his neck turned to a hard bite. Ebenezer cried out, yet not necessarily in pain, as his body limply caved. If not for the hands holding his weight about his axis prone, he would have went to the floor.

Ebenezer crashed forward onto the dresser with a wet gasp as Francis bent forward to follow him, not letting go, making the furniture rock from the impact as Ebenezer held onto its edge for dear life. He felt his knees buckling from the latching drawl to his throat that sent shivers down him in a wild, warming rush of heat to spark fire in his nethers.

"Bloody hell..." He gasped out barely through a despirate breath of air to cool his heating core.

Ebenezer looked up to his reflection seeing how red faced he was now and breaking sweat across his forehead and chest. His bangs had broke loose from the hard motion forward and swung in his face. He watched as his lover staked a claim to his neck so ferverously wild like the man was attempting to consume him. Ebenezer cut his eyes away and simply breathed, his own trousers having become uncomfortably tight. This action alone had sent his state of semi-firm arousal from teasing, to rock solid with the skin pulling back to its full legnth within seconds.

The more it persisted so feverently commanding him, Ebenezer felt himself boiling to a throbbing ache as he swallowed hard and tried to keep the noise this exploit from him to a minimum. He was slightly resentful how well this move entrapped him into immediate subdual and made him so pliable to a level he felt he would bend to any wish wanted while it was being done to him. It was as lethal as a gun to his head but worse, this took all his sensibilities away and left him lost in a fog of euphoric wantonness...

It was also definitely going to leave a smarting mark he would struggle to hide yet he was in no means capable of, or wanting, to stop it. Ebenezer's body yield into the declaration entirely as he rocked agains't the rolling of hips that pressed the hardened length agains't his backside. Its legnthy form throbbed, craving the friction he could provide.

This luring draw of motion caused him to cut his eyes back to their reflection again as Ebenezer watched the hand that had been teasing his loins now slip up his stomach and dip into his trousers while the other made quick work of the buttons to drop the clothing to the floor. It was damn near impressive to watch, the man was skilled with his hands, there was no denying that.

It was also sensual just to see him work with his fingers in such an artful way. Powerful hands that showed great dexterity of a surgeon capable of malice to carve through flesh with such brutality yet could be so skillfully smooth on a lover. It was exciting to watch in fact, the anticipation his spectatation caused set fire to his arousal all the more as he observed the final bit of clothing drop off his hips.

The hand slipped around and firmly grasped the base of his freed member as Ebenezer bit his tongue to keep from screaming from the firey energy that action pulsed through him. Instead he bucked back into the hard form behind him with a wounded groan, and by the motion of fabric being undone about it, he knew was being freed for him.

Once freed, Ebenezer felt the pronounced shaft pulse a burning heat between his thighs that transfered to his own as he held his breath in anxious anticipation. Those same fingers are the only thing to touch him; however, as they return to caress his curves from behind and gently trail up his thighs to dip between his legs. Two broad digits slip up inside him unforgivingly but with great ease.

He had to admit the sight of this happening to him in this reflection did excite him wildly but he would never utter such a shameful admittance. Yet it was becoming ever difficult to rip his eyes away from the regard, the more intense it got. What more as he saw Francis produce a small vile of oil from his personage and dip his fingers into it. The subtle action made Ebenezer shiver at the intimate signal it declared as he heard fabric jostle loose behind him.

Ebenezer's eyes widened with a gasp and a frail cry but he spread his thighs further apart, invitingly. His heart pound like a war drum in his chest as the erotic pain ebbed away to a burning ache. A bolt of pleasure surged through him as the digits drove deeper, past the knuckles to collide across his prostate, sending him rocking forward with a wail of platitudes.

Seeing his pupils dilate to a wild carnality in his reflection while he rode this pleasure, sent Ebenezer to bend his head downward and let out a low, rolling growl, staring himself down with feral intensity.

"Mmm... what a wild thing you are... You're loving this, aren't you..." He heard purred in his ear with a tone of sheer raw venery as Francis released his neck to nip at his lobe, capturing every moment. "You sound like you need a demon let out of you..."

"I got a devil trying to get in is more like it." Ebenezer stifled out through a sharp, wounded noise as he took in a breath, still shivering from the unforgiving assault to his sensitive organ that persisted. He redirect that same ferine stare through the reflection toward him as he was being worked over.

Francis chuckled with a sinister grin that rivaled Luicifer himself. "Perhaps it's that you like seeing me fuck you." His eyes cut at him through the mirror with a knowing glare. "It excites you. You're leaping in my hand and your pulse is like wild horses." He lapped his tongue across his neck to taste the wound he left behind making Ebenezer whimper. With the fingers deep in their punishing rythym, Francis tugged the two digits forward inside him in a calling way, making Ebenezer almost choke as he shuttered in response. "I'm right, aren't I? Just say it..."

Scrooge grunt with a hardened expression, looking away. "Of course I am! You got half your hand up my ass tempting me and my bodies reacting to it!" He growled out, his entire self quivering in his churning boil.

"Do you not like it? You're riding my fingers like an animal. These digits are skilled but damn... its not even my cock yet." He twitched his fingers inside Ebenezer again making him shiver with a shaky cry as the man's wild eyes dart back to their reflection while Francis observed him further. "You seem enamored with your reflection watching me do this to you... Just can't take your eyes away just as before, but now, you find pleasure in looking at yourself, excited by the sight of your aroused nakedness being ravished..." His eyes leered piercing into him like the devil himself read his mind, so much so Ebenezer had to look away as he grunt under such a gaze.

"Just don't stop..." He barely request, a deeply mortified look on his face from the accusation but he didn't deny it.

Just then, the fingers that were causing such fire removed as Ebenezer whined in protest for them to be replaced. Yet with an adjust and a hard thrust as those fingers firmly grasped his hips, they were as his lover's solid shaft drove straight into him.

Ebenezer yelped out from the startling pressure of his channel being filled so quickly as he wretched, quivering uncontrollably. He clenched his eyes shut as hot tears sprung to his eyes against the sudden overcrowding invasion, yet he arched his back and thrust backward, further impaling himself. The burning pain warped to an erotic one as the member filling him rammed his prostate hard sending him throwing forward again, now spinning in a flurry of blazing euphoria.

"God!..." Ebenezer wailed out through a gasp of air that ended in a broken cry.

"Yes?" Francis purred behind him in a seductive lull.

Ebenezer glared dazed bewilderment into the reflection as he struggled to stay coherent. "...That was horrid..." He choked out. "If anything, you're the true devil incarnate." He snipped, his voice quite high in his distress.

Francis smiled viciously pleased by that. "Well at this current moment, am I not your God?... Though I suppose if you wish... worship such as this fits the devil quite nicely, it's practiced even..." With another hard thrust he fully entered him as Ebenezer whined out caught between rapture and misery. He felt his cock leap in the tight grip that offered no friction, his precum held inside by tight fisted denial as the rocking motion continued deep inside his viscera endlessly stimulating him. The aching pulse intensified, setting his core to blaze in bridled agony as he felt himself boiling over, threatening to destroy his grip on reality if denied any further. All the while, Francis continued humming temptations in his ear. "So be it God or Devil of your choosing, I can give you all the pleasure you want, all you have to do is pray to me for it..."

"I'm going to... please..." Ebenezer barely managed to whimper out through a long drawl. His head lulled dizzily as he gasp for air staring back into the reflection pleading, his face blood red and in tears. His hair clung to his face and mingled with sweat and saliva.

"Hmm... I believe that was a combination of both an acknowledgement and a request, please be more specific..." Francis lulled with an edge of amusement.

Scrooge groaned out in frustration as he spoke between despirate gasps for air. "Hard to- talk with you -buried up my ass!" He cried out again as the shaft pulled half way out to rammed hard over his spot stimulating him over and over until the reflection he was looking at started to blur dizzily. The constraining force built to intolerable duress as he felt he might faint from the maddeningly, pressurized need for release that was held captive. "I can't take it anymore! Please!" Ebenezer rocked agains't the hand that held his member so tightly, not allowed even his own devoted friction to slide the skin between it and escape the erotic torture.

None was given as only fingertips began to relentlessly tease the nerves under the head, taking full advantage in the knowledge being uncut these nerves were wildly sensitive. He was just edged along a hairbreadth from climax over and over for what felt like an eternity in hell as his whole body shook violently.

Sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped from his soaked hair across his face as he pant heavy breaths, despirate for relief from the fire incinerating his core as the licking lusty flames became agonizing in his roused state what felt a brush away from despirate relief. He could barely take in a breath as he swallowed hard to form words he knew was demanded.

"Your taunting is burning me alive!... Please, I'm right on the cusp...Please, I need it... Please, give me relief..." He managed more submissively as his slate eyes cut through the reflection expressively pleading for release.

"Mmm, how I love the sight of you begging..." Francis eyes sharpened dangerously with a carnal growl. One deep enough it rumbled through the man beneath him as the hand along his hip gripped tightly, nails digging into the tender flesh.

"Stop..." Ebenezer groaned out loudly with a wail while panting his breath, writhing in his need.

"Stop?" Francis tilt his head curiously as his rythym slowed and the hand about Ebenezer's cock started to pulled away with a fluttering tease of fingers. "You want me to stop?..."

"NO!!! Don't, please!- Ugh..." Ebenezer whined out pitifully, wild eyes dart about in delirium for a moment, terrified at the thought of being left like this. "You're confusing me - stop torturing me, please!..." He plead out with a loud whimper.

"Please what?" Francis coerced as Ebenezer grunt uneasily, writhing about in his conflagration like he was truly burning. "Look at the reflection and tell me exactly what you need..." Francis purred as he leaned down to kiss a trail at his heated neckline and intake his despirate lustfulled redolence. He paused a moment to admire the sweat slickened back muscles ripple as Ebenezer's spine twist in his internal battle.

"Francis, please..." Ebenezer whined pitifully, utter humiliation on his face making him flush more, if it were even possible.

"Say it or you're not getting it..." Francis tone spoke through a metallic rasp. "My endurance can roll you across coals for the next hour if necessary."

Ebenezer whimpered resistently with a brief struggle, gasping his breath as he blinked back tears from his blood-rushed face. Reluctantly, he shot his eyes into their reflection with a sigh. Sheepishly cutting his eyes to him, he surrendered to despirately plead with demeaning language that made him knowingly uncomfortable. "...Please let me cum...."

Mildly pacified Francis hummed with a raised brow. "Do you like the sight of yourself in the mirror now?"

"Yes!" Ebenezer wailed.

"How about you tell the reflection what you like..." His smile grew with a hard stare.

Ebenezer grunt out miserably at the insistence of more but he was despirate as he continued with a subdued stare and said whatever he thought would get him past this hurdle. "I love it when you finger fuck me, it s-stimulates me wild. I love it when you edge me senseless and fuck my ass hard."

Francis chortled with an expression of suprise through the reflection. "Mmm, my my. I would have settled for you simply complimenting yourself but that is satisfyingly relishing to hear..." He licked his lips with a lusty grin.

Ebenezer whined out loudly, despirately whimpering from his humiliation and scorching, roused confusion. "Please, please let me cum now..." He plead hard, writhing needful. "I did what you wanted. Please..." He whimpered into nonsensical frailties.

A lecherous grin grew. "Of course, my sweet little pet who loves getting his ass fucked hard..."

Ebenezer snarled a venomous exchange with a bitter growl in response to that but felt his member squeezed hard as he shivered, losing all sense of anger as he was slammed forward and drove into even harder by quick sucessions until his vision was violently spinning. Ebenezer rocked his hips against the motion as he felt his shaft being stroked now, a thumb massaging the delicate nerves of his swelled, throbbing head as built up precum was allowed to pool out as the skin rocked past it in quick, violent rythyms.

Shamefully lured, Ebenezer glanced up to watch this spectacle, to see himself being manipulated and being ground hard into. The observation of that was all it took to send him over the edge in a flash of vibrant colors.

He cried out with a quiver, doubling forward as his abdomen muscles clenched to a point they quaked. White, erotic agony rushed hot causing pure blazing energy to flood over him like a crushing heatwave as he released copious amounts in the hand and across the surface below him intensely.

After spending the last dregs he could out of his debilitating climax, Ebenezer collapsed forward, gasping air as his woosy lust-crazed mind absently dissappeared into dazed beatitude. His body now limp in the man's grip as he continued to drive into him, both hands now latched on his hips.

The still rapid convulsions of his internal muscles spasming wildly through his channel finished off his lover as Francis growled with a low purr as he leaned over Ebenezer, emptying heat into him. Thrusting deep inside his vitals to ensure it stayed there as Ebenezer yelped weakly to the roughness in his sensitive state while he was still being fed off the crests of his fierce orgasm.

Laying there Ebenezer felt the hot viscous, fluid pour into him as he only breathed and tried to come back from the foggy haze what held him helplessly interned in its depths. In this state of limbo, he rest his cheek along the refreshingly cool, hardwood surface, still seeing stars.

After his final thrusts ensuring he had fully inundated his deep insides, Francis finally took in a recouping breath as he leaned forward to kiss the back of Ebenezer's neck. He continued to hold the man up by his hips as he doubt Ebenezer could stay upright on his own now.

Weakly shaking, Ebenezer gasped out as Francis straightened causing the member still resting inside him to move about his insides as Francis gave him a soft pat to his rump. He pulled out with a slick noise making Ebenezer groan gutturally, partly in relief and partly feeling oddly empty inside now.

Leaning over the man, Francis stared into their reflection as he mussed his fingers through Ebenezer's soaked hair. He slipped his hand down the man's face to lift his head off the hardwood by fingers nestled under his chin to force eye contact through the mirror. All the while Ebenezer whined to being moved at all.

"See how well sexed you look in that reflection? Tell me that's not a thing of beauty." Francis voice lulled warmly seductive.

Ebenezer's lids barely open, still trying to catch his breath but he gave the reflection a serious regard. He saw the soft afterglow of sweat along his skin, his redden blood-rushed face, damp hair in strands about his head and in his face mingled with sweat, saliva and tears from the sheer exertion his body just ruptured. He huffed weakly with laced sarcasm but he tugged a faint smile. "That is an outright mess, that is what I see."

"Mm, well I see beauty. Perhaps a messy one but one I'm proud to have made love to such a state." Francis brushed his own shambled hair back over his ear as he leaned over Ebenezer again to trail his hand along his spine, following the twitching muscles under the skin. His hand then slipped around Ebenezer's side and underneath to hold his chest, feeling the strong heart pounding inside. "Now... Do you need me to carry you?" He grinned as he brushed the messy hair out of the man's face to regard him further. "Or are you going to try and walk to the bed like a newborn fawn?"

Ebenezer pant his breath, still weakly quivering, but he managed a disheveled, seething glare as his tone rolled husky gravel. "Do shut up..." He stared bitterly resentful the man above him was damn near unphazed by the same activity. "You're really proud of this, aren't you... tormenting me to such a state..." He weakly spoke between asthenic breaths.

"Particularly so, yes." Francis flashed an arrogant smile as his breathing was much more controlled. "You seem to enjoy it... Afterall, you yourself said you love being edged along and fucked hard." His grin grew still relishing in that admittance he would adoringly weaponize as an upset look of regret twist Ebenezer's face. "You love begging for it and being tormented along because it gives you such an intense moment like this, you can't deny it..."

"Ridiculous..." Ebenezer scoffed with a hard stare, not exactly refuting his avow. With a sore groan, he went to try and upright himself. Soon as he does so; however, his knees buckle, sending him jerking forward as ready hands quickly caught him about the waist. Ebenezer hesitated any further movement, his arms quivering as he gripped onto the wood surface with wide eyes as he thought a moment, panting softly.

It would be far more embarrassing to fall trying to be stubbornly independent so he conceded.

"On second thought... You did this to me, so yes, you carry me." He spoke masking his prostration with lofty arrogance.

"Of course..."

In one fluid swoop, Francis snagged him in a hoist, one hand caught under his knees as the other support his back to hold tight onto his side. Ebenezer startled a yelp to being lifted off the floor so unexpectedly quick as he clung onto Francis shoulders despirate for grounding balance. Ebenezer then gave him a stern side eye.

"You did that a little too well..." He stared at him, again resentfully. "I seem to hardly weight anything to you, I'm not that thin... I'm larger than the average man."

"Mm... You are quite light, I'm sorry to tell you hight doesn't add much in terms to body mass." Francis wavered with a smirk as Ebenezer frowned bitterly. "Though I am used to lifting dead weight bodies in the ward for my lecture preparations, it keeps me quite fit in between exercise."

Ebenezer stared at him queasily uneasy. "Please don't share something like that while you're holding me in a likewise manner..."

Francis huffed a chuckle but agreed as they continued across the room. When they moved past the desired bed; however, Ebenezer started to stir warily in his grip.

"Wait, the bed is over there- Francis! Where are you taking me-?!" He started to squirm, looking about frantically.

"The bath..."

"OH!" Scrooge groaned out with a growl and a hard shove. "You tricked me! I thought you were taking me to bed!"

Francis smirked, flashing teeth. "I did not, I never said I was taking you to the bed. I just assumed you would have taken yourself there."

"Obviously yes, I would have! Francis put me down now!" Ebenezer whined with a pout and a wriggling squirm, yet with the grip Francis had on him, he wasn't going anywhere. Too exhausted and physically spent to continue fighting, he surrendered but he didn't stop protesting. "Not right now, Francis please! Let me have a moment to recover from all that for God's sake!"

"You think I'm putting your sweaty, sordid mess on my good sheets? I think not." Francis retorted with a high brow side eyeing him.

Scrooge gasped with an icy stare. "How rude, you did this! Besides... I thought you were going on about how beautiful it was moments ago, now it's not?" He cocked a brow side eyeing him back.

"Not as far as cleanliness is concerned and I'm taking one with you. Come now, you'll enjoy it."

"I already have..." Ebenezer cut his eyes up to him smartly with a wicked grin.

"Now you're being cheeky."

"Hm... so... were taking a bath together?" His eyes narrowed with a hum rumbling in his throat. "Why do I feel like this is going to be more than a wash..." Francis grinned as Ebenezer groaned with a hard eye roll. "Christ, HOW?... No Francis please, I cannot..."

"We can take a nap afterward and I'll fix dinner when we wake up, you can enjoy a nice nightcap while you wait. How does that sound?" He spoke in a tantalizing lull Ebenezer always found so dangerously enticing.

Both brows raised at that offer as Ebenezer craned his head back slightly surprised. "A midday nap AND your cooking?" Ebenezer's eyes perked up immediately with excitement as he nulled his thoughts with a hum, bouncing a single leg in consideration. "Now that I could negotiate for..."

Francis chuckled with a tsk. "You are gratified by the most simplest things, Ebenezer. It's quite charming..." He kissed Ebenezer's forehead while they dissappeared into the wash room to draw a bath, luckily Francis home wasn't in short supply of ample hot water.

[lith-myathar]

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[cherrymoonvol6]

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[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Going into the Takeomi tags is getting ready to see a lot of hate on him, still getting pissed by it no matter how much you readied yourself bc some people truly don't get him, and only gaining back some hp once in a while when fanarts of him appear. Enough hp to get common sense back and get out of the tags

[benvoliotheorphan]

Me: Yeah I don’t think I can really ship Kratos with anyone. It’s just really hard for me to imagine him in any sort of romantic relationship. Yes I know he was married twice, but still-

God of War Ragnarok: Shows flashbacks of Kratos with Faye

Me, with tears in my eyes: Oh, okay, nevermind.

[ruined-eclipse]

Some more of Samael and Thistle's relationship. I'll type up the dialogue under the cut

Image 1: Samael: "She's seen it all, Thistle." Thistle: "who?" Samael: "the moon"

Image 2: Samael: "all your sins, all your treasured memories, losses, gains, everything in-between"

Image 3: Thistle: "that's absurd" Samael: "is it, really? look at us" Thistle: "we are different." Samael: "how?" Thistle: "for one, we are organic." Samael: "and how do you know she isn't?"

Image 4: Samael: "does it scare you?" Thistle: "why would it?" Samael: "to have something bear witness to your entire existence. doesn't it scare you?" Thistle: "no." Samael: "ah. okay. you might not understand-" Thistle: "I understand completely." Samael: "you do?" Thistle: "yes."

Image 5: Thistle: "Samael, you are my moon."

[sparkspropaganda]

I feel vindicated once again bc i really knew eins and asty were going to be poor adventurers together. They'd count their gold post-game and see like two coins and a cockroach scuttle out of their bag. Eins is used to it cuz they're old poor and asty is also used to it obviously so they make do but it really is 2 broke girls for the forseeable future. Eins stuffing as much food as they can from the epilogue party into their sack. A guy's gotta eat and then also get eaten by their boyfriend or however the saying goes

[aidenwaites]

I deleted the post I originally made that was along these lines but truly. The video game show did not end up as revolutionary as some people treated it as

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

love an eccentric wizard and their nonmagical apprentice. you love to see it

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truth serum

🌙 starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. When you’d taken this job as a handler, it hadn’t been a babysitting gig. You’d signed on to work with Seungcheol because he was supposed to be one of the best agents… supposed to be. There’d been a time, three months ago, when he’d completed a job with flying colors. The two of you had celebrated at a hotel in Paris after the success, and after two bottles of champagne, you’d actually thought you were starting to get to know the guy. But whatever inklings of a gentleman you’d seen that night had disappeared soon after, and things have been up in the air ever since. His man whoring ways are at an all-time high, and his judgment has been questionable, to say the least. Now he’s gone and gotten himself captured, and you can’t help but fear the worst.

tw/cw. Seungcheol gets truth-serumed and a little beat up, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dominant Seungcheol, power dynamics, praise, one hint of degradation that’s quickly squashed, breast/nipple play, fingering, oral, foreplay in the kitchen, bdsm subthemes, spanking as a punishment, pain kink, multiple reader orgasms, creampie/fullness kink, etc… I pet names: (hers) honey. (his) angel eyes.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.6k

🍭 aus. Secret agent au, handler reader, coworker au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. Thank you for being patient with me this month on my svt posting for June! My birthday is on the 25th and your smiley has been busy- so grateful I could get this out, even without a teaser post :) I don't know anything about actual secret agents, but this was a fun fanfic idea I had and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did :)

“I’m just going to go talk to her.”

You hate how nonchalant Seungcheol sounds, hate how easily he can be swayed by pretty women, even while out on jobs. It’s your responsibility to keep him in check, the little angel on his shoulder, and in his ear. “Don’t do it,” you warn him.

“Her husband’s the target, from what I’ve seen, she’s harmless,” the agent counters.

“How easily swayed you are by pretty women, and need I remind you this isn’t the first time you’ve let a person of interest’s wife become your focus.”

“Careful, Honey, for a moment there it sounded like you were jealous.”

You’re watching Seungcheol through the casino’s live footage, a stream you’d easily hacked for the operation at hand. He’s leaning against the bar, all suave in dress pants and a white button-up that he’s left open just enough to show his prominent chest-

“That’s your third drink,” you note, changing the topic, “don’t let it cloud your judgment, Angel Eyes.” 

“We both know I can hold my liquor,” Seungcheol insists, raising his glass and sending a wink toward the camera before he downs the Old Fashioned. “I’m just going to go talk to her, she could give good intel.”

You let out a deep sigh. Sometimes, being Seungcheol’s handler can be a pain in the ass. Does he ever listen to you? Not usually. Does he get the job done, though? Most of the time.

“Trust me,” Seungcheol says, voice lowering. “I’m not going to do what you think I’m going to do.”

You roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair while you scan the screens in front of you. “Seduce her James Bond style and compromise this entire thing?”

“Maybe only half of that.”

God, he’s such a womanizer, but with a face like his, and the perks that come with his job, he can afford to be. 

“If this goes sideways, don’t expect me to bail you out of it.” you warn him.

“Honey, bailing me out is your job.”

You hate it when Seungcheol goes out of your visuals, and entering a hotel room with a target’s wife was not on the itinerary tonight. For the first ten minutes, you’d sat anxiously, listening in on his smooth-talking, when the woman had suggested they take things to the bedroom, part of you had wondered if you should call this whole thing off and let Seungcheol do what he always does: fuck the hot wife and sort things out later.

But when you hear a male voice, and a startled, “Who is this?” from Seungcheol, you’re glad you’d stayed anxiously glued to your computer.

A faint, “Friend of my husband,” said in a nonchalant female tone, sets you off immediately, and you’re grabbing your phone to get backup support before you can even think. 

You try to take deep breaths while you listen to what sounds like a fight taking place on Seungcheol’s end, and suddenly, the wire goes dead. Now, there are no sounds, only the racing of your own heart and the blood rushing through you.

“What’s going on?” Your supervisor's voice makes you jump, and you turn to see Jeonghan standing there with Hansol, another handler. 

“Cheol made a move on his target’s wife, went back to her room, but the wife brought friends. The wire is dead.”

“Fuck,” Jeonghan groans, “This is the third time this has happened to him.”

“I tried reminding him of that,” you say, your voice raising with anxiety.

Hansol offers you a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. He takes care of an agent named Seungkwan, and while Seungkwan gets into his own messes, he’s not the type to go after married women in the middle of a job. 

Jeonghan’s leaning over your computer now, and he brings up the map tracker you have on Seungcheol. “I’m sending this location to another agent we have in the area,” he tells you, quickly taking the reigns of the fuck up that’s just happened.

“It’s Wonwoo, isn’t it?” you sigh. “It’s always Wonwoo cleaning up Seungcheol’s messes.”

“Yes, it’s Wonwoo,” Jeonghan admits. “We made sure he’d be in the wings tonight in case something like this happened.”

“God, this isn’t good-” you groan.

“No,” Jeonghan responds, “It’s not. After tonight I’ll have to have a serious talk with Seungcheol, and a serious talk with you about reassignment if we decide Seungcheol is a liability.”

Your heart lurches in your chest. 

When you’d taken this job as a handler, it hadn’t been a babysitting gig. You’d signed on to work with Seungcheol because he was supposed to be one of the best agents… supposed to be. There’d been a time, three months ago, when he’d completed a job with flying colors. The two of you had celebrated at a hotel in Paris after the success, and after two bottles of champagne, you’d actually thought you were starting to get to know the guy. But whatever inklings of a gentleman you’d seen that night had disappeared soon after, and things have been up in the air ever since. His man whoring ways are at an all-time high, and his judgment has been questionable, to say the least. Now he’s gone and gotten himself captured, and you can’t help but fear the worst.

After a harrowing two hours, you find yourself in the med section of the agency compound. Wonwoo is stationed outside of Seungcheol’s room, and he stands straighter as you approach. “Hey, Honey,” he says, using your codename even though there’s really no reason for it right now.

“Wonwoo- how is he?” You anxiously look toward the door Wonwoo is guarding with his body.

Although you’d been connected to the whole ‘rescue Seungcheol operation,’ you’re still buzzing with anxiety. It’s unexplainable, and definitely bordering on unacceptable given the line of work you’re in, but damn it, you can’t help but care for the man you handle every day.

“Jeonghan’s with him right now,” Wonwoo responds smoothly.

Your heart thunders even louder in your ribcage. Jeonghan had mentioned Seungcheol being a liability- is he getting fired right now?

Part of you aches to be with him, to defend his stupid behaviour- but you know it’s not your place, besides, what would you even say? You’d told Seungcheol not to go after the target’s wife, and he’d done it anyway, which shows a lack of regard for handler instructions.

Seungcheol has become a liability, and you hate that things have come to this.  

“What do you think is going to happen?” you ask.

Wonwoo shrugs. “That’s above my paygrade.”

He’s awfully stoic, even for a spy, and while it can be intriguing at times, right now, his deflections only frustrate you more.

You let out a sigh. “What if I asked you to guess what’s going to happen?”

Wonwoo looks at you for a moment. “I’d guess Seungcheol will be put on a break.”

“A break,” you repeat. “Like… a permanent one?”

The spy can only shrug again, a nonchalant motion that’s way too disinterested for your liking.

Jeonghan’s been trying to talk you into working as Wonwoo’s handler for a while now, and although you know Wonwoo would be much less of a hassle than Seungcheol, you can’t bare to tear yourself away from the spy whose messes you’ve been helping clean up for over a year. 

Despite Seungcheol’s massive ego, and his magnetic attraction toward trouble, there’s something about him that makes you want to care for him. Sure, he never listens, especially when you give him advice about women, but Seungcheol has a certain something about him- something that you won’t give up easily.

Before you can talk further with Wonwoo, the med room door opens and Jeonghan steps out. He lets out a deep sigh, crossing his arms over his chest.

You hold your breath, waiting for your boss to give you instructions.

“This is a shit show,” Jeonghan says finally. 

Neither you nor Wonwoo verbally agree with him, but brief eyecontact between the two of you makes it known what you’re both thinking.

Jeonghan addresses you next. “I’m guessing you want to go in there and talk to him.”

You can only nod.

“Look, it might not be the best idea, but fuck it.” Jeonghan uncrosses his arms, looking at you with a steady expression. “They gave Seungcheol some kind of truth serum. I don’t know how long it will be in effect, but I do know he’s vulnerable right now. I probably shouldn’t let you in there- but… I’m just going to walk down the hall to get a coffee, and if you happen to slip through the door then so be it. I didn’t see anything, and since Wonwoo is coming with me, he didn’t either.”

You stare in shock for a moment, unsure what to say. There’s nothing to be said, and when Jeonghan dispurses, Wonwoo is quick to follow.

You turn to the door, and after a deep breath, you slip inside the med room.

Seungcheol is lying in a hospital bed. His lip is battered and there’s a blossoming purple bruise around his left brow, but other than that, he looks remarkably well.

“Honey?” He sits up when you enter, eyes widening in shock.

“Cheol-” Your voice cracks as you take the seat next to the bed, and while part of you wants to reach for his hand, you hold yourself back.

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately, and those are two words you’ve never heard from him before. “You were right… about the wife.”

“That’s not important right now,” you sigh. 

“It is. You’re my handler, and I didn’t listen to you, and that was wrong. If I had listened, we wouldn’t have gotten into this mess.”

You study him. You know he’s vulnerable, Jeonghan said as much, and with a truth serum impeding his ability to lie or evade questions, you want to be careful- but you also want answers, answers that you can only truly get right now.

“Why’d you do it?” you ask finally. “This time, and all the other times. You always go after the women, and I thought it was because you found it easy- seduction is what you’re good at, but- I don’t understand how you don’t see how dangerous it is.” 

“Honey-”

“They’re thinking about reassigning me to Wonwoo, and before that happens, I just need to know why, Cheol. When you have the potential to be the best agent in this company, why are you always so ready to jump ship and fuck any rich married woman even though you know it will fuck everything up?”

“They can’t reassign you to Wonwoo!” Seungcheol sits up abruptly, and the heart rate monitor next to him beeps a sign of warning at his increasing pulse.

“They can do whatever they want, you should be worried about your own job. You don’t even listen to me as your handler half the time, maybe you should be with someone you actually respect.” 

“I respect you,” Seungcheol blurts out.

“It doesn’t feel like you do.”

“I do,” he insists. “I-” Seungcheol’s voice cracks. “I get with women to distract myself.”

“Distractions in this line of work can be fatal.”

“You think I don’t know that?” he snaps, making you go silent. “Maybe I have a death wish.”

“Cheol-”

“Stop calling me Cheol.”

“Stop calling me Honey.”

“No.”

You glare at him, anger bubbling and inspiring you to dive deeper into your questioning, despite the fact that you know this isn’t a morally good idea. “Why do you need a distraction?”

“Because you’re a distraction. Your voice in my ear- it distracts me.”

“Maybe reassignment is a good idea.”

“You’re not being reassigned.” Seungcheol’s voice is practically a growl, and you’ve never seen this side of him.

“Why not?”

His expression breaks. “Because I need you.”

“You clearly don’t.”

“I do,” he insists. “I know I’m not good at showing it- but I do, I need you.”

 “Cheol-”

“Honey.”

“Tell me why.”

“Because-” Seungcheol lets out a sigh, and he punches at the hospital bed. “Look, I’m scared, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Scared of what?”

“Of falling for you.”

“Huh?” Now you’re confused. You’re staring at this lady killer agent, the sexiest man you’ve ever met, and you can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. “But- all the women you go after-”

“Distractions from you, from the voice in my head.” Seungcheol swallows thickly. “That night in Paris…”

Your heart lurches in your chest, and you hold your breath for the next words about to leave him.

“That night- fuck, I’ve never met someone like you before. I’ve never felt-” he bites at his lip, and you wince, knowing it must hurt to put pressure on the wound there. “I got with those other women to try to convince myself that I didn’t need you. I didn’t need your guidance, I didn’t need your care, I didn’t need you- but… I do need you.” Seungcheol meets your gaze. “I’ve needed you more than I’ve ever needed anyone, and it scares me.”

Aside from the heart rate monitor beeping through the room, you swear you could hear a pin drop as you stare at Seungcheol, trying to register everything he’s just said.

“I-”

“It’s my turn to ask a question now,” Seungcheol says. “How do you feel about me?” 

“I think…” You swallow thickly. “I never understood why I stayed working with you after everything, but… maybe I understand now. Maybe I need you too.”

“Maybe?” Seungcheol flashes you a sexy smirk, and it makes you look away, hating how he makes you feel, hating how inappropriate this whole thing is.

“I’m definitely going to have to be reassigned now,” you tell him.

“What? Why?”

“You know why. This,” you point between the two of you, “this has been the liability the whole time. We’re the liability, Cheol.”

He sits and thinks about it for a moment. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” You let out a laugh. 

“Just… don’t work with Wonwoo, okay?”

“Why not?” You can’t help but laugh at the request.

“Because I think he’s into you.”

“Wouldn’t be the first,” you tease, standing up so you can sit on the bed, wanting to be closer to Seungcheol. “Besides,” you pinch at his chin, inspecting the wounds on his face, “Wonwoo might actually listen to me.”

“Honey,” Seungcheol slaps your hand away, instead grabbing at the back of your neck to bring your lips dangerously close to his, “don’t test me right now.” 

“Or what?”

He lets out a shaky breath, his gaze dipping down to your lips. “Jeonghan’s putting me on a two-week mental health break or some shit, this isn’t even a question of ‘or what’ anymore. While I’m on leave, I’m going to fuck you stupid. I’m going to make it so you can’t even leave the fucking bed. I’m going to show you that I’m not the kind of man who receives instructions, I give them. Think you can handle it?”

God, your core is throbbing from his words alone, and you can’t muster up any for yourself. You can only nod, staring at the beautiful, bruised, stubborn man in front of you.

“You should get out of here before I bend you over this fucking bed and get us both fired.” Seungcheol releases you, leaning back to put distance between your lips. 

“Do you think you’ll be released tonight?” you ask, voice quiet.

“Are you that eager to see what I’m made of, honey?” Seungcheol lets out a laugh.

“Maybe.”

“Yes, I think I’ll be out of here soon, after this stupid serum wears off. You know, this whole interrogating me while I’m vulnerable thing isn’t going to go unpunished.”

“I hope you do your worst,” you challenge him.

The agent scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re trouble.”

“Hypocrite,” you grin, standing and heading to the door. “Call me when you’re out, then you can take me home.”

You’re waiting by Seungcheol’s car in the parking garage when he comes out of the elevator. He’s dressed in black dress pants and the same white button-up he’d been wearing hours earlier. The collar is speckled with blood, the buttons undone to reveal his broad chest- his suit jacket is held in a fist, and he’s never looked sexier.

He doesn’t say anything as he approaches, closing the distance between the two of you. His hand finds your cheek, and his eyes stare into your own, your lips only inches apart. Then, he’s kissing you for the first time, a desperate, needy kiss that sets your entire body on fire.

You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pressing your chest flush to his own. Your mouth opens instinctively, accepting the tongue that strokes by your teeth.

Seungcheol’s hand moves down to your ass, and he squeezes you roughly, pushing you back against the black jeep wrangler he’s been driving recently. The motion has you moaning against his lips, and Seungcheol breaks the kiss with a grin. His forehead rests against your own, and you both struggle to catch your breath.

“Been wanting to do that for a long time,” he tells you.

“Me too,” you admit, swallowing thickly. “So… your place?”

“My place,” he confirms, reaching behind you to open the door to his car. He grabs your hand to help you up into the tanked-out jeep, then gently shuts the door behind you.

Your heart is racing. You can’t believe you’re actually doing this. 

A couple of hours ago, you’d feared the worst, and now, you desperately need good, dirty, wet sex with Seungcheol to take your mind off the anxiety that’s still coursing through you.

“So,” you clear your throat as he pulls out of the parking garage, “did you talk to Jeonghan?”

Seungcheol laughs, reaching to hold your hand while he drives. “Yes, I talked to Jeonghan.”

“Did you mention me?”

“I mentioned you a lot. Mentioned you the first time he came in to talk. He asked the same kinds of questions you did, turns out you’re the only one who was completely oblivious to the way I felt about you.”

“Well… I mean… you’re the agent, not me. Figuring out secrets is your job, I just do handler stuff.” Your skin heats at the idea that others saw his affection for you, but you’d been so blind.

“He agrees that this thing between us, whatever it is, it’s the liability, not either of us alone. He’s putting me on rest, like I said, and when you’re up for it, he’d like to reassign you to some new hire, this wizz kid named Dino or something.”

Although you know reassignment is the best thing in this situation, it doesn’t make it hurt any less. Can you really trust someone else to be Seungcheol’s handler? God, you’re feeling downright territorial of this man already-

“Yeah, I’m not too happy about it either,” Seungcheol sighs, rubbing his thumb along your hand. “Some new kid getting you in his ear- he better not fall in love with you.”

“Did you fall in love with me?” you ask.

“Truth serum has worn off, honey,” Seungcheol grins, grinning and bringing your hand to his lips. “But yes, as cliche and stupid as it sounds, I did. And don’t worry, you don’t have to say it back, I know you were all hot and bothered by me too.”

You scoff loudly.

“What was it you said earlier? I ‘find seduction easy’? Don’t pretend we’re not in the same boat here, honey.” 

“God, I hate you.” You try to tear your hand away from him but he’s unrelenting.

“Liar. You love me. Love me so much you’re going to let me rearrange your guts.”

“Don’t be so vulgar,” you chastise him.

Seungcheol casts you a sideways glance. “You’re not my handler anymore, you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

Your pussy throbs at his words. The dynamic between the two of you has always been a push-pull. You were supposed to be the one giving orders, but it never felt… correct. You’d bet your life that soon, when Seungcheol has you pressed to his bed, whispering all sorts of dirty commands in your ear- well, you have no doubts that will feel more natural. 

“As dominant as you like to pretend you are as a handler, I think we both know you’d rather be the submissive,” Seungcheol points out. “I can’t wait to see how good you’ll be for me.”

“Cheol-”

“Look at you, honey, a little dirty talk and you’re already a blabbering mess. Can’t find the words, can you?”

“Fuck.”

“You’re adorable,” he grins, shaking his head a little. “You’ll be good for me, I know you will be.”

You’re kissing Cheol the moment you get into his penthouse- or… is he kissing you? It’s hard to tell who moved first, all you know is that one thing leads to another and suddenly he’s hoisting you onto a kitchen counter, his hands already unbuttoning your pants.

You break your heated kiss to take a breath, looking up at the ceiling while he quickly attaches his lips to your neck. “Cheol- this is going a bit fast.”

“Is it?” He tugs your pants down, grinning against your throat. “Do you want me to slow down?”

His thumb finds your clit through your panties and you let out a whimper, clinging onto his strong shoulders.

You can’t even think right now, especially not when he begins to draw small circles against your sensitive bud, pulling away from you so he can watch your face. You open your eyes to look at him, loving the intensity in his expression.

“Tell me to slow down,” he says.

You take a breath, trying to process his words. They’d sounded like a command, so, begrudgingly, you whisper, “Slow down.”

“Too bad, I don’t listen to what you tell me to do, remember?” 

He’s such a shit-

A shit that gets onto his knees to immediately burry his face between your thighs, tugging your panties to the side roughly so his tongue can make direct contact with your already throbbing pussy.

“Fuck, Cheol-” you whimper loudly, threading your fingers through his silky dark hair, your legs already shaking around his head.

“Been thinking about what you’d taste like,” Seungcheol muses, pressing a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh. “Knew your pussy would be perfect for me.”

God, his words are getting to you, your mind completely blank of a comeback as Seungcheol dives back into his task, his lips wrapping harshly around your clit.

All you can do is gasp and whine for him, writhing on his kitchen counter while he works you closer and closer to an orgasm with his tongue alone.

When he pulls away to drag two fingers up your slit, your body tenses in anticipation.

“Relax,” Seungcheol chuckles, looking up at you with that handsome grin of his, “It’s only me, honey. You’re comfortable with me…” he pushes his digits into your core, cocking a brow, “right?”

“Yes, fuck-”

“Yes, what?” He crooks his fingers, hitting your gspot and making you cry out.

“Yes, I’m comfortable with you!” you belt out, falling back onto the table so you don’t have to hold yourself up anymore. You want to feel everything he’s giving you- want him to have your full focus.

“Good girl. I think you deserve a reward for admitting that, don’t you?” 

You can feel Seungcheol’s breath on your clit while he pumps his fingers, abusing the sweet spot that already has you close to the edge.

“Yeah, yes- I deserve a reward-”

Seungcheol pulls away abruptly, landing a slap to your pussy that has you squealing, your thighs closing around his hand. Your eyes snap open and you stare at him in shock.

“That sounded like a command, honey,” Seungcheol says, prying your legs apart. “Thought we agreed I’d be in charge tonight, and you know I hate being told what to do.”

“I-” you swallow thickly. “Please? Please let me cum?”

“Let you cum?” he taunts, thumb finding your clit but not applying nearly enough pressure.

“Please… make me cum?” you suggest, wanting - more than anything - to say the right thing for him.

“Because you asked so nicely.” Seungcheol flashes you a wink, and then his fingers are slipping into your wet core again, picking up where he left off. His lips return to your clit, which is practically buzzing from the slap, and before you even know it, he has you at the edge.

“Please make me cum,” you whimper desperately. “Fuck, I’m so close- please make me cum, I’ve tried to be a good girl for you- please-”

He hums a sound of confirmation, and the buzzing vibration on your clit is enough to get you there. Your pussy clamps down hard on his fingers, your back arching as waves of pleasure surge through you. Your toes curl against his broad shoulders, sounds leaving you uncensored as you fill his apartment with cries of relief.

You’re throbbing, your pussy practically dripping at this point, but Seungcheol doesn’t let up. Even when you tug on his hair to try to pull him away, he refuses to move. He finger fucks you and sucks on your clit, ignoring the way your thighs close around him, working you through your high all the way until the end.

Seungcheol finally relents when your pussy stops contracting around him, and you let out a massive sigh when he pulls away. You can feel his eyes on you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him yet, not when you’re still feeling the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.

You feel him begin to unbutton your shirt and his lips find the swell of your breasts as soon as it’s open. He’s soft in his kisses, gentle, tender even. “Have you come back down to earth yet, honey?” he asks, nuzzling up to your throat.

“Yeah- that was just, really good,” you let out a small laugh, threading your fingers through his hair to keep him tucked to your chest.

“That was just the appetizer, you still haven’t had the main course.”

“God, you’re so-”

“So what?” he teases. “Handsome? Charming? Lovable?”

“Sure of yourself,” you breathe.

“Let me show you something,” he prompts, reaching for your hand. He pulls away from your chest to stand up straight again, guiding your fingers to the front of his pants. His cock is straining against the fabric, and you open your eyes to see Seungcheol grinning when you gasp at how large he is. “When a man has a cock like mine, he can afford to be sure of himself.”

You shiver at his words, and it makes Seungcheol laugh. “Come on, let me take you to bed.”

He hauls you up before throwing you over his shoulder, landing a gentle spank on your ass. 

“Remember when I told you I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to leave the bed?” Seungcheol prompts as he tosses you onto the mattress. “You better get comfy, honey.”

“I think…” you feel your daring side beginning to surface, eyes dipping to watch Seungcheol’s skilled fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt, “I think I also remember something about you telling me my truth serum interrogation wouldn’t go unpunished.”

The agent pauses, a huge grin spreading across his face. “You’re cute, honey.”

“Yeah?” You reach behind your body, undoing the clasp of your bra and letting it slip to the wayside. “How so?”

Seungcheol’s pupils dilate, his eyes becoming dark, lustful pools. 

He doesn’t bother to answer your question, shrugging his shirt off before leaning over you, his hands pressing into the bed to box you in while his lips find yours. It’s a needy kiss, his tongue gliding out to meet your own, but you don’t mind at all.

You cup his face, moaning against him, fingers teasing over his strong shoulders.

Seungcheol is built, even for an agent. Certain men who work with you have leaner physiques, and Seungcheol is not one of them. He’s all big and broad, with lines of muscle that you could trace for hours if given the chance.

His lips begin to trail down to your throat, and you let out a whimper of anticipation when his breath fans across your pebbled nipples.

However, when he gets to your breasts, Seungcheol avoids sucking on the most sensitive spots. He looks up at you, grinning. “I think it’s time for that punishment now.”

“Yeah?” You can’t help the excitement that bubbles through you.

“I want you on your knees, ass up, and take off your panties while you’re at it.”

You know what’s coming when you follow through with the command. The cool air in the room feels nice on your newly exposed, hot core, and you make a show of everything, arching your back.

You can hear Seungcheol let out a deep breath, his hands ghosting over your ass.

“If this hurts too much, let me know.”

“Do your worst,” you counter, wiggling your hips and resting your face against the bed sheets, exhaling deeply in preparation.

You expect a harsh smack, but instead, Seungcheol presses a soft kiss to your right cheek. “I’m punishing you because you took advantage, you know that, right?”

“Uh huh, part of me knew I was being bad interrogating you while you were truth-serumed, but part of me needed to know what your answers would be.”

“Between us, I’m glad you asked the questions you did, or you might not be in my bed right now.”

“I’m glad too,” you confess. “Now, come on Angel Eyes, punish me.”

“I love a woman who takes what she deserves with grace.”

“After this, I deserve your cock.”

“Do you now?” Seungcheol lets out an amused chuckle, grabbing your ass with both hands and squeezing. 

“Maybe you deserve my pussy,” you muse thoughtfully.

“Now that’s something I can definitely get behind,” he agrees. “Count these out for me, honey, I’ll give you ten.”

The first smack makes you recoil in surprise, the sound flooding your senses before the sharp pain that blossoms across your skin.

“One,” you announce, balling your hands into the bed sheets.

“How did that feel?” he asks, gently smoothing his palm across the still-burning flesh.

“Good.”

The next hit is a little harder and it makes you whimper,  but you do your best to stay steady, unmoving, ready to take what you deserve. “Two.”

Three and four come on your other cheek, and you’re thankful for the reprieve, but smack number five returns to the first side he’d battered, and it stings even more now. However, it’s a pleasantly hot sensation, and your core throbs knowing you’re halfway through your punishment, all the more close to your reward.

“You look like you’re enjoying this too much,” Seungcheol muses, groping your ass again, squeezing hard enough to hurt.

“Maybe I am,” you tell him, looking over your shoulder at the agent. 

He grins down at you, lifting a hand- your body flinches involuntarily, and Seungcheol’s smile widens. “Getting sensitive already, huh?”

“Yes,” you admit.

The next slap lands on your pussy, something you hadn’t been expecting, and a squeal of delight erupts out of you at the sensation on your clit.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Seungcheol asks.

“Uh huh,” you nod, clenching the bed sheets even tighter.

“How's your clit feeling after one orgasm?” he prompts, thumb finding the sensitive bud and rubbing it in small circles.

“Feels so good,” you whimper.

“You’re practically dripping, honey, didn’t take you for a pain slut.”

“Be nice,” you chastise him.

“Oh?” 

Another smack lands on your ass and you dutifully call out “Six.” 

“You don’t like being called a little pain slut?” he asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “Please call me nice things.”

“Okay, honey, I can do that,” he concedes, and the next spank isn’t as hard as the last. “You’re being so good for me. We’re almost done.”

“Can’t wait for you to fuck me, I’ve been waiting so long-”

“We’ll get there,” Seungcheol promises, leaning down to press a kiss to your lower back. When he pulls away, number “Eight” comes quickly thereafter.

Your skin is buzzing with anticipation now, and you’re nearly writhing against the bed, but you do your best to be as still as possible while Seungcheol completes this punishment focused foreplay.

After smack number nine, you hear Seungcheol undo his belt, and it takes everything inside of you not to turn around and get a good look at his cock.

He smacks his length gently against your ass, and you let out a small, “Ten?”

He laughs. “No, honey, this is ten.”

The sound of the slap echoes through his room, the hardest of them all so far, and you release a strangled cry, your ass on fire from where he’d hit you.

“That was the pain, now here’s the pleasure.” He rubs his cock through your wet folds, and slips the tip inside, stretching you out wonderfully. The sensation distracts from your sore bum, and your whimper becomes a moan as he drives deeper and deeper into you. “Tell me you like it.”

“I love it,” you blurt, already pushing back toward him in an effort to feel everything.

You’re not sure how big he is, only that he’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with, but after the tension of your punishment, and the orgasm before that, your pussy greedily swallows up everything he has to give until he’s flush to your still stinging ass.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol cusses, gently grabbing at your hips. “How’s that feel?”

“I feel so full,” you tell him, pussy fluttering around his cock.

“I’ll make you feel fuller,” he promises.

“Yeah?”

“You’re on birth control?”

“Uh huh.”

“Then I’ll definitely fill you up, mark this pussy as all mine, are you okay with that?”

“More than okay with it,” you moan. 

“That’s my good girl,” Seungcheol praises you, beginning to thrust.

“Fuck-” you whimper, loving the feeling of his cock dragging along your inner walls. 

Your eyes are closed, your focus entirely on Seungcheol as he starts to fuck you, rougher and rougher until his balls are slapping against your clit with each motion.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he tells you, grip tightening on your hips. “It’s like you were made for me, honey.”

The idea causes a visceral reaction, your entire body thrumming with pleasure. You can only moan in response, beginning to move back so you can meet each one of his thrusts.

“And this ass-” One of Seungcheol’s hands moves to cup your sensitive flesh, making you groan even louder. “Fucking perfect. Rub your clit for me, want you to cum again.”

Your hand is shaky as you bring it between your legs, finding your sensitive clit. Your core clenches desperately around Seungcheol and he lets out a deep moan of appreciation.

“That’s my good girl, being so good for me. So good at taking orders.”

You can’t help but let out a small laugh. It’s as if things were always meant to be this way, you were meant to let him be in control, not the other way around. This feels so much more natural than you telling him what to do ever did.

“Don’t laugh,” Seungcheol chastises you, fucking you even harder. “I’m trying to be nice to you, like you wanted.”

“I just-” you groan when his cock slams into your gspot. “It was never supposed to be me telling you what to do.”

“I’m glad we agree on something,” Seungcheol muses, his motions slowing ever so slightly. “Fuck this, I want to see you.”

He pulls out of your pussy, flipping you onto your back. The contact of the bed against your ass makes you groan, but the sight of Seungcheol’s perfect body looming over you has you distracted less than a moment later.

His cock is big… cut, curving slightly to the left, with a prominent vein that you want to trace with your tongue-

He presses the head of his length to your pussy, easing himself into you while he positions you in missionary. When he’s fully inside of you again, he meets your gaze, then he looks down at your lips.

“You’re so pretty like this,” he whispers before pressing his mouth to yours.

You grab at his strong shoulders, getting lost in the kiss as he begins to fuck you again, the whole bed shaking with the power of his thrusts.

You’ve never made sounds like this in bed before. You’re moaning like a whore, but Seungcheol eats up every whimper, his tongue gliding against your own.

Your fingers thread through his hair, keeping him close as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge.

The agent pulls away, breathing heavily. “I can feel you clenching, honey, gonna cum again?”

“Gonna cum on your big cock,” you tell him.

“Yeah?”

One of his hands slips between your bodies, fingers applying pressure to your clit.

You whimper loudly, back arching off the bed. Seungcheol takes the opportunity to finally draw your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over the sensitive bud.

You gasp, body on fire from all the wonderful sensations. “I’m so close-” you tell him.

“Then cum for me,” he murmurs, rubbing your clit even harder. “Cum on my cock.”

It only takes a few more seconds for you to follow through with his command, the cord snapping in your stomach as your release takes over. Your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol, and when he lets out a groan, you know your body is milking him for every drop of cum that he has.

His thrusts have become sloppier, more erratic, deeper- and each one has him kissing your cervix, which is a delightful feeling. 

You hold him to your breast through your high, and he diligently sucks on your nipple, fucking you until he can’t fuck you anymore.

Finally, Seungcheol slumps down against you, applying some of his weight over you like a weighted blanket.

He’s panting hard against your breasts, cheek pressed to the center of your chest.

“Your heart is going wild, honey,” he muses after a moment.

All you can do is laugh, unable to find the words just yet after the power of your release.

Instead, you stroke his hair, and Seungcheol lets out a murmured moan, nuzzling closer to you. “I do love you, you know.”

“I know.”

He chuckles. “You aren’t going to say it back?”

“Take me on a date first,” you tease.

“Tomorrow, if you can still walk, I’ll take you out.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” He presses a kiss to your sternum. “If you can’t walk, I’ll bring the date to you.”

“How romantic,” you say sarcastically.

“Don’t start with me, honey,” he warns.

“I’m not starting anything,” you defend yourself with a giggle.

He looks up at you, eyes sparkling. “Sure you’re not.”

You lean down to kiss him gently, loving how domestic this whole thing has turned. But of course, ever the sex fiend, Seungcheol quickly ruins it. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll fuck you again.”

You can’t help but shake your head. “You promise?”

“If you’re going to talk back like this, make it five.”

He’s such a fuck, but you kind of love him.

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“Hey, big guy,” you grin as you enter the apartment, eyes finding Seungcheol sitting on the living room couch. “How was your day?”

He pauses his show to look at you, flashing a tired smile. “It was okay.”

“Yikes,” you immediately go to join him on the couch, cuddling up to his side. “The new handler still being a bit of a dick?”

“Joshua was hand-picked by Jeonghan, it’s not like I can do anything about it,” Seungcheol sighs. “How about you, still enjoying the wizz kid?”

“Dino’s a good one,” you insist. “He follows instruction very well.”

Seungcheol scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

“You still jealous that I’m in his ear and not yours?” you tease, poking your boyfriend’s chest.

“Don’t go there, honey,” he warns.

“Come on- it could be fun. I think having someone who listens well has built my confidence… you know, we could try it out a little, if you want.”

“You want me to be submissive?” Seungcheol’s brows raise in a sort of shocked amusement. “Not a chance in hell.”

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