#he kinda wants to lead you. he kinda won’t. but oh he will notice you’re eager to kiss him and do it.

[artrickbisexuality]

everyone talks about how it’s like to fall in love with art but being smitten about patrick is a whole different story… you fall for him but you wonder if he would ever commit to you. you fall for him but you wonder if he will ever forget about artashi(never will) and focus solely on you. you fall for his dumb jokes and smirks and cocky flirty attitude but when you genuinely see his gloomy side and feelings of being inadequate/an outsider makes you want to be devoted to him. but he would self sabotage and sabotage the relationship itself and then he would become the ex situationship you can’t stop sleeping with.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

the handyman

pairing: neighbor! joel miller x f! reader

cws/tags: pure smut, DADDY KINK, oral m & f receiving, p in v (unprotected), an abundance of pet names, reader is under 21 but over 18 (for the plot), reader is kinda stupid, big dick joel, not beta read

summary: pwp honestly. basically a porn plot? idk joel comes over to reader's grandma's house to fix the smoke detector (which she broke) and he teaches her how to be a good girl.

a/n: don't ask why reader lives with her grandma, originally this was going to be longer and it was going to be more relevant

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wc: 2k

You open the front door to and see an unfamiliar man standing at your doorstep – 40 something, jeans and a t-shirt, progressively more handsome the longer you look at him. You size him up, trying to decide what his intentions are.

“Whatever it is you’re selling – I don’t wanna buy it," you say.

He opens his mouth, but you continue before he can say anything. “I don’t even live here anyway, and before you ask she’s not home, so you can’t talk to her.”

“I ain’t here to sell you shit.”

“Well, I don’t wanna sign anything either.”

“Good. ‘Cause I don’t want you to.”

“Then why are you here? I don’t have a lot of time before One Tree Hill comes back on, so make it quick.”

“I’m Joel. I live down the street. I’m here to fix your smoke detector.”

“Oh, in that case, come on in,” you say, changing your demeanor entirely as you realize that you really need to get in this man’s good graces.

“So, you’re ‘handyman’ grandma’s been talking about?” you ask, as you lead him to the kitchen.

“She’s been talking about me?”

“Yeah. She talks about you like you’re her boyfriend.”

“Oh yeah? What’d she say?”

“I dunno. I wasn’t really listening. I thought it might just be some dementia-induced delusion.”

“Well, she’s told me quite a bit about you.”

“Good things?”

“Better than the things she says about all of your other family members.”

“You know what they say, ‘if you don’t want people to talk badly about you, then you shouldn’t ruin Christmas.’”

“Uh-huh,” he says, only half-listening as he approaches the scene of the crime - a broken smoke detector, now just wires and plastic, lays on the kitchen counter. He studies it for a minute, furrowing his brows. “Jesus Christ. What happened?”

“It just fell off the wall.” You shrug, acting nonchalant and hoping he doesn't notice your shifty eyes from across the kitchen.

“No way,” he says – not with curious incredulity, but knowing disapproval.

He turns to you and crosses his arms over his chest, and engages you in a short staring contest.

“What?” you ask, feigning innocence.

Joel swipes the dish rag from the countertop and reveals the evidence you’d hidden under it like he's performing a magic trick.

He holds up the hammer, displaying it to you. He looks mostly disappointed in you - in an oddly paternal way, but also slightly amused, likely by how poorly you’d conducted this whole covert operation of yours. “Why’d you break it?”

“I didn’t break it.”

“Kid, I’m not an idiot. Just fess up, so we can fix it and move on.”

“Are you gonna tell on me?”

“You afraid of your meemaw’s wrath?” he teases.

“I don’t want her to be disappointed in me.”

“Should she be?”

“I didn’t mean to break it. I just wanted it to stop beeping.”

“It’s supposed to beep.”

You give him a pathetic pout that you hope works. It doesn’t. It only makes his gaze harden.

“I’m sorry. It was just one cigarette, and I really, really didn’t want to get in trouble… so when it went off, I panicked and hit it with the hammer.”

He shakes his head and sighs. “You’re a piece of work, kid. Making me come out here on my lunch break-”

“-I’m sorry," you interrupt, "I won’t do it again, so just please, please don’t tell on me.”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“I could offer you something… something to show my infinite remorse for my actions and my infinite gratitude to you for fixing the mess I made.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Okay. What’s your offer?”

His smirk makes you think you’re on the same page so you get down on your knees in front of him, but when you look up into his eyes, what stares back at you is complete bewilderment.

“Get up,” he says, offering you his hand.

“I thought…”

“I don’t think you were thinking,” he says condescendingly.

“You’ve gotta learn to listen to the thoughts up here,” he says, tapping you on your temple. “Not the ones down here.” His finger brushes against your clit.

The way he speaks to you only makes it worse, the throbbing, aching feeling between your legs. You can’t find a single thing to say that isn’t ‘please’ followed by some utterly depraved suggestion.

Joel turns back to his work, somehow unfazed by the interaction.

“Normally, I’d think this sounds a bit too chauvinistic to ask, but since you owe me, can you get me a beer from the garage?”

Oh fuck. Three strikes, you’re out.

“We don’t have any beer.”

“You sure about that? I just put a six pack in there last week.”

“Maybe my grandma drank them already…”

“Your grandmother said that Budweiser tastes like cat piss.”

“It does.”

“Yeah? And how would you know that? I thought you weren’t 21 yet. Who’s buying you alcohol?”

“I didn’t know they were yours.”

“Uh-huh, but I bet your grandma would’ve told you they were if you’d asked her. But she doesn’t know about your ‘habits’, does she?”

“No,” you admit weakly.

“Come here.”

You step towards him, and wait for him to give you an earful or to threaten to reveal your secrets.

“I’m reconsidering your little offer.”

Your face lights up at the opportunity to make things right, to expunge this from your record.

“So if I did that, we’d be cool, right?”

“Depends on how good you are, darlin’.”

For a second time that afternoon, you sink to your knees, but this time, Joel gives you the go-ahead. You try to balance the coyness you’ve seen women in the movies demonstrate with the eagerness you feel inside as you undo his belt.

With his jeans halfway down his legs, you place your palm over the bulge in his boxers and feel him twitch at your touch. When his cock is finally released from its confines, you try not to be too intimidated. Your confidence is falling but your arousal only rises.

You begin by wrapping your hand around him and stroking his length, setting a steady pace. Then, you tease the tip with kitten licks and hear his breath hitch when you flick your tongue across his slit.

There’s no way you can take him all the way down your throat – you’d probably bruise your esophagus. Still, you try, sputtering and letting saliva drip down your chin. You can’t help but feel a bit proud of yourself when he has to put his hand on the counter to steady himself.

“Hold on, sweetheart,” he says through heavy breaths.

You pull away, upset at what you perceive to be a failure. “You didn’t cum…”

“I almost did, baby girl, but I don’t want to yet.”

You feel a bit pathetic imagining how you must look from his perspective, with your teary eyes, begging him to let you go on.

“You wanna give me a good apology, right?” He nods slowly, looking into your eyes, prompting you to do the same.

“Then, I want you to come sit on the couch with me.”

He takes your hand and walks you to the living room, patronizing since the two rooms are connected. When Joel sits down on the couch, he pulls you into his lap.

“I was thinkin’ about what I said before – how you’re not using your head. You could be such a smart girl – a good girl - if only you could think with your brain. You just need a little bit of help.”

You can feel his hard cock poking through his boxers and rubbing against your pussy. It’s hard to resist the urge to roll your hips, just to get a bit of friction, a bit of relief.

His hand finds its way between your legs and he asks, “What’s gonna happen if I put my hand in your panties right now, baby? Are you gonna be wet?”

While you try to form a response that doesn’t make you sound too desperate, his fingers toy with your waistband. “Remember, baby, good girls are honest,” he whispers into the shell of your ear.

“Yeah, I am… wet.”

“For me?” His hand meets your bare skin and finds that you are, indeed, dripping wet. “Did I do this to you?”

“Uh-huh.” You arch into his touch, shamelessly using his fingers for your own pleasure.

“If you want more, you have to be a good girl.”

With the promise of a reward, you follow his implied instructions and still your hips.

“I’ll be good. I promise.”

He takes your word for it and begins rubbing circles on your clit. You could cum from that alone but he slips a finger inside you, curling it upward to meet that special spot.

Joel expects a response from you, but not the one he gets.

A single word: “Daddy…”

“Oh, baby. I get it now. Been needin’ daddy to take care of you.”

He’s right. You do need this. He can take care of you, you can be good for him. When he fucks you with his fingers, you swear you could fall in love with him.

But when he takes them away, you cry.

“Shh… It’s okay,” he says, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I wanna do something else. It’s gonna make you feel even better.”

Before you have a chance to think, your panties are on the floor and his head is between your thighs. You can feel his breath on your clit when he speaks. “I want you to be a good girl and cum on my face – can you do that?”

“Yes, daddy.” The word leaves your mouth more naturally than it probably should, it's almost instinctual.

Joel wastes no more time talking, knowing his tongue can convey much more when it runs along your folds, and his lips can elicit a better response when they suck lightly on your clit.

The only thing you have for him is moans accompanied by breathless chanting of “daddy, daddy, daddy.”

He hums into your core, an affirmative, a reminder that you are a good girl. You can do this.

You can cum for him. You will cum for him – there is nothing that can stop the euphoria that rushes through you. It’s the kind that makes your legs shake and your eyes roll back into your head.

Joel was right – the orgasm clears your mind. But the realization that the situation you’ve ended up in – naked on your grandmother’s couch with her middle-aged neighbor who is supposed to be fixing your mistake, not helping you make another - is a precarious one. Being a smart girl seems to be a double edged sword.

Euphemistically, speaking.

In truth, it’s Joel’s cock that’s fully-sheathed inside you. Pain and pleasure mix as he thrusts in and out of you. You swear he might split you open, but even if he quite literally tore you to pieces, you'd die happily.

“You’re takin’ it so well,” he tells you, “knew you’d be a good girl.”

And maybe it’s the praise, or maybe it’s his thumb on your clit, but you’re rapidly approaching a second orgasm. All you can do is hold onto Joel, dragging your nails down his back. He bites your neck in response, and hopefully he doesn’t intend for it be a deterrent, because it only serves to heighten your pleasure.

He slows his pace, but his hips slam into yours harder, filling the air with the sound of skin slapping against skin in a steady rhythm.

“Whose pussy is this?”

You can’t breathe when the weight of his cock knocks the wind out of you, so he stops, allowing you to answer.

“Yours, daddy!”

His lips on yours are your cue to cum – or so you hope because it happens regardless of your will.

He has the sense to pull out and let his release spill onto your stomach.

You sigh, relaxing into the couch. “I need a cigarette,” you say.

“Did you not learn anything from today?”

“Mm-mm,” you say grinning dumbly.

Caught up in a daze – absolutely enraptured by his need to have you – he made the mistake of fucking you stupid.

[riordanness]

sweet nothing - [w.wonka]

wordcount: 1.1K

warnings: willy freaking wonka’s curls

requested: no

Something about this laundry place was giving me the creeps, but I’m sure if it’s the scary man who’d brought us here, the overly cheery lady with the awful teeth, or the much-too-convenient cheap as chips room.

Willy seems to be completely trusting in these people, though, and I trust him with anything, so I decide to just take it as it comes, and keep my eyes open for anything else strange.

We’re lead upstairs by Bleacher, with Mrs Scrubbit following from behind. She chatters the whole way up, bombarding us with information about the place and our room and how much impact this laundry business has had on the town itself.

Bleacher pushes open a door, and lets us pass. I step inside after Willy, and glance quickly around the simplistic room. It’s pretty, very white, and has little daisies on the wallpaper.

“There you two are,” Mrs Scrubbit says happily. I wonder to myself if her name, or Bleacher’s for that matter, are actually their real names, or if they just made them up for the glamour of it all. They are pretty catchy names.

“Thank you, Mrs Scrubbit,” I say, and Willy chimes in after me.

“Thank you both.”

Mrs Scrubbit, flustered, grins at us both and waves her hand in the air vigorously. “There’s a bar of soap and a washing cloth on the sink, and fresh linens in the cupboard over there.”

I give her a smile, and my worries from earlier are almost forgotten. This place truly is a miracle.

After they leave, and the door has closed, I realise how exhausted I am. I collapse onto the floor, leaning my head against the wall and closing my eyes. I let out a sigh. “Who knew one single day could be so busy, huh?”

I can hear Willy dropping his coat to the floor, and laughing quietly to himself. “Yes indeed, y/n.”

I open my eyes to the sight of him sitting on the edge of the bed, and it is only then I notice the most obvious of facts. There is only one bed in this room.

Willy seems to realise this at the same moment I do. “Oh,” he says.

“Oh,” I echo.

There’s a heat beat of silence, then Willy quickly gets to his feet. “I’ll sleep on the floor. You take the bed.”

“What?” I’m almost annoyed. My best friend is my favourite person, and I love him dearly, but he is almost too kind sometimes. Kindness is a virtue, but in Willy, it often hurts himself in the process.

“You take the bed,” Willy repeats.

“Don't be ridiculous,” I say, still on the floor. “It’s a big enough bed for us both. I won’t have the best chocolate maker in the universe sleeping on this cold stone floor. It’s uncomfortable.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “You’re literally sitting on the ground right now.”

I shrug. “Floor time is fun for me. Not for sleeping though. That would be kinda awful.”

Willy smiles softly. “Alright, bean. We can share.”

I have no idea why he calls me that, but I’ve long since given up on asking. He always just grins his wicked little smile and says something like, ‘I’ll tell you one day’.

I close my eyes again, and yawn. “I’m so tired, Will.”

“Don’t call me that.”

I laugh, and open my eyes again. “Sorry not sorry. Help me up.” I hold both my hands out to him.

Willy walks over, rolls his eyes at my antics, and pulls me to my feet.

“Come on,” he says softly, his fingers lingering near my unbrushed, unruly hair. “Let’s get you to bed, bean.”

“Okay,” I mumble, suddenly even sleepier. His quiet tone and gentle touch are pulling me even closer to the darkness of sleep. I let Willy pull off my jacket, and I slide out of my dress, leaving just my petticoat and undergarments on. I crawl under the covers, shimmying as close to the wall as I can to allow room for Willy.

He shrugs off his vest and shoes, switches off the light above us, and climbs in after me, lying as far away as possible on the other side of the bed. I understand the politeness in his gesture, but my tiredness is fogging my brain up, and I want him to be close.

“Willy?” I almost whine.

“Yeah, love?” he whispers.

“Can you hold me?” I mutter, my eyes shut tightly. I barely register his reply, but I do feel his strong arms as they tighten around my waist, and pull me close to him. Then, the darkness takes me.

I wake up slowly the next morning, my senses taking longer than usual to begin working. Smell is first. Chocolate and mint and rain. Then sound. The familiar sound of my best friend’s breathing. Then touch. Warm blankets, warm arms, my cheek pressed against a warm, moving, yet somewhat hard surface. Then, finally, sight.

My eyes clear, and I blink the sleep away, and I’m met with something extremely unexpected, but also very pleasant.

Willy’s sleeping face, only inches from my own, his dark curls spread across his forehead and the pillow we share. His arms are around me, holding me tightly even in his sleep. My head is resting on his chest, which is slowly rising and falling with his gentle breathing.

I myself try not to breathe, not daring to even move. I want nothing more than to extend this moment for as long as possible, maybe even forever.

Willy’s eyes flutter open, and their soft chocolate gaze lands on mine.

He smiles, and I’m almost certain it’s the prettiest thing in the world.

“Good morning, bean.”

“Hi,” I whisper. “You still owe me the reason behind that nickname.”

Willy smiles, his eyes flitting all over my face, as if he’s relishing the closeness between us as much as I am.

“Because,” he says slowly, drawing out the word. “You are as important to me as a cocoa bean is to chocolate.”

I let that fact sink in. “Oh,” I manage, my chest filling with all the love I have for this boy beside me.

“What’s wrong?” Willy tilts his head down to look at me properly, concern filling his features.

“Nothing,” I answer. “I just… love you, Willy Wonka. I really love you.”

He smiles again, wider this time. “And I love you, my little cocoa bean.”

[ktsumu]

DRY HUMPING W/ WRIO

warnings. 18+ mdni, semi-public, sort of choking (he just kinda rests his hand there)

request: open requests you say … i’ve been having thoughts about dry humping with wrio ever since i finished the last act of the Archon quest …

dry humping wrio in his office when all he wants to do is get some work done.

because it’s a friday night, and he's still too young to be chained to a desk all the time — especially when you get a little bored sitting with him at work.

there’s no one to blame but yourself for that — wrio made solid arguments against you coming to his job, but you were adamant on keeping him company. and now, in hindsight, you begin to eat your words.

you only start to try and take his busy schedule into your own hands when the clock strikes twelve and he’s still married to his desk, sighing as you lean on your elbows.

“you know you can sleep, right?” he reminds you, though not even sparing a glance your way. “i don’t mind.”

“not with you stuck awake, no.”

“i know, i know. duty calls, though. maybe you can make an exception just this once, hm?”

“well, other duties are calling at home.”

“hah, okay. i won’t be long.”

your brows furrow and your lip juts out into a pout, standing up as you move to behind his chair. you press down on his broad shoulders, and butterflies pool in your gut from the groan he lets out.

“let’s go to bed, wrio,”

“i’m almost done.”

“but—!”

“hey,” he tries again, taking you by the arm. “i can’t,” he says a little softer, “give me thirty minutes, okay?”

he lets go of you after pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist, ignoring you when you mutter something impatiently and climb in between him and his desk, straddling his wide lap.

you clear your throat, turning his head to look at you yourself.

“well, hello there.”

“you can’t take a break yourself, so i have to bring it to you. happy now?”

“i think i’d hate myself if i was upset at this,” he replies simply, glancing over your shoulder at the stairs that lead down to his office door. “not a great place though, baby.”

you ignore him, starting to grind down in his lap, biting your lip between your teeth as you clutch the fabric on his shoulders.

his eyes flicker down to where you hump yourself on his crotch, chills running up his nape when you breath against his neck, “wrio,”

he pushes his chair out from his desk, leaning back as he rests his hands on your hips, spreading his legs further apart to chase the drag of your cunt against him. “someone’s been watching me, hm?”

you gasp when he pulls your head out of his neck, his hand resting on your throat. the look in his eyes makes your pussy throb.

“what? don’t stop now,” he chastises, his other hand making you keep moving your hips. “feels better when you earn it, doesn’t it?”

he grins, laughing when you start to grind down on him harder; he rewards your hard work by rolling his hips up himself, watching your desperation kick in.

“there,” he groans, his condescending tone quickly going away when you actually notice how hard he is under you. wrio tugs you in closer, using his hand around your neck to do it.

“i know you’re close enough to break, baby,” he murmurs, voice raspy as his hips buck to meet your soaked panties, “so break.”

( and you do. )

“wrio!” you cry, shattering in his hold, cumming in his lap with a whimper. his hands both move down to the small of your back, then to your ass, gripping the fat of it to drag your hips back and forth until you jolt away. “t-too much — sensitive,”

“oh, so now you can’t take it? i see how this game works.”

you slowly go to lift your twitching hips, swinging your leg over from one side of him, but he pulls you back down so fast that your head spins.

wriothesley tuts, reaching a hand down between the two of you to tug his belt undone. he hisses when his hand ghosts over his bulge, palming himself over the fabric.

“not so fast, now,” he teases, watching your eyes drop to his cock under his straining pants. “i wanna watch you cum on this cock again, for real this time.”

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

Could I request a Valentino x Fem! Reader? I know not a lot of people like him because of yk ಥ_ಥ

But basically the hazbin hotel crew are looking for ways to break Angel out of his contract with Valentino and ended up going to the reader because Angel said she was the most tolerable vee-

So reader is one of the vees and is a dance choreographer and owns the souls of her dancer

Anyways the hazbin hotel crew arrived at her studio not knowing the other vees were there. Angel dust noticed them and the crew tried to become unnoticed and eventually saw the reader dancing and dancers watching her steps

The crew get closer to the vees and overhears their conversation, basically Valentino worshipping the reader and the crew is shocked of Valentino's relationship with the reader

Little note; The reader and Valentino are in a relationship ;p

Thank you! 😊

So, first can I say I loved this prompt idea and it was so interesting! Like seriously love this idea.

I can understand why people are wary to write for him and why there’s not a lot of Valentino stuff out there. To be quite honest, I probably won’t write for Val on like my own posting, like the fics/headcannons I create just because and post, but I know there are people who do like him and want to see content so I keep Val as a writing option open in the requests.

All that said, I do LOVE the dynamic you gave here though, so i made the reader a little bit more assertive and definitely gives the vibes she wears the pants in the relationship kinda thing. I think for a healthy relationship, or at least as close to one as possible, who ever is involved with Val has to push back and he has to allow it. Is that respect on his part to allow it or love idk.

This was definitely a challenge for me, but we got it done! I do apologize for this long intro and response, I do really hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!

rating: PG

genre: fluffy/slight angst

characters: Valentino x reader (Val is somewhat OOC)

warnings: talk of how Val treats people, soul owning

“Okay, so, we need a plan!” Charlie said, looking determined standing in front of Angel, Vaggie, Husk, Nifty, Cherri and Alastor. After learning that Sir Pentious was redeemed, Angel wanted to turn over a new leaf and was more serious about redemption. The only thing holding him back, was that Val owned his soul.

“I don’t know if ya goin’ ta be able to pull this off Charlie.” Angel said, looking skeptical.

“That is not the spirit we need! We can do this, we just have to think of a way.” Charlie looked at the group and her eyes fell on Alastor. “Alastor, you’re an overlord. How do we get Angel’s soul back?”

“I could go eat Valentino.” Alastor said, his smile widening.

“No. I don’t want turf war or any war involving us and the Vees.” Vaggie said. Charlie nodded.

“That’s true.” Charlie agreed.

“It would have been more fun.” Alastor said with a shrug.

“For who?” Husk asked, looking at Alastor.

“For me, of course Husker!” Alastor laughed. “Though there is something you can try…” Alastor trailed off.

Everyone looked at him expectantly. “Oh, I figured you all had thought about this already. The moth has a special little toy that does all the media dance choreography, she also owns a studio too. Sweet little thing. Met her in cannibal town a few times as she was passing through.” Alastor mentioned.

“That’s right.” Angel murmured. “I had heard rumors that she was the fourth Vee. She’s an overlord and owns all her dancers souls. She’s crazy powerful.” Angel added.

“Then let’s go talk to her!” Charlie said!

“You talking to people doesn’t always go well.” Nifty popped into the conversation before running off.

“She has a point.” Husk said as Charlie deflated.

“Why don’t we infiltrate one of her classes? Can anyone pull up the schedule, they have to have a class schedule right?” Vaggie looked around as Angel grabbed his phone.

“There’s a class tonight in just a few hours. And she’s leading it.” Angel whispered.

“Okay, so we get in the class. We stay after and we talk to her.” Vaggie planned out. Everyone nodded.

“Okay, let’s get changed and ready for a dance class!” Charlie exclaimed.

——————————————————

It was soon decided after, that Charlie, Vaggie and Angel would be going. Alastor would be close by in case anything was needed, leaving Nifty and Husk at the hotel.

Getting into the dance class was easy. No one recognized them, until they all three stepped into the class and realized that all the Vees were there. Val, Vox and Velvette, all present for this class and Y/N, the fourth Vee, was just standing there chatting away, saying something that the Vees genuinely laughed at. Thankfully, Vox and Velvette left, stating they were going shopping and then would save a seat at some restaurant. Valentino on the other hand sat down near the back, just watching.

You commanded the dancers and the presence of the room effortlessly as she taught new choreography. By the end, even Charlie was impressed as she had learned a lot. Angel on the other hand had never looked happier. This was all he ever wanted to do. Dance and sing, perform. He sighed as class wrapped up and he drank some water, trying to blend in. He happened to hear Valentino and you talking, so he motioned Charlie and Vaggie over to listen.

“You were so fluid baby, and the way that you commanded the room. You showed all those little sluts exactly who’s in charge.” He praised you, and you smiled at him.

“Val, what did we say about not calling my dancers sluts or whores?” You said.

“Uh, not to?” Val asked. You nodded.

“Just because I own their souls or will own their souls doesn’t mean it can’t be respectful.” You responded cleaning up, and picking up on three figures still lingering and doing a pretty shitty job at hiding they were.

“But you own their souls baby. You have to show them who’s boss! And look sexy while doing it!” Val exclaimed.

“Didn’t I show them whose boss, pretty?” You ask Val and cross over to him. “Didn’t you see the way they listened and followed every step of mine?”

“I-uh-yes.” Val stammered out his cheeks aflame.

“Then don’t worry.” You said and cupped his cheek.

“I know, mi amor. I’m just-“ Val starts.

“I know. You’re scared of one of them loosing it on me? Like what happened to you?” You ask and watch Val nod, his eyes closed. “I’ve told you that I think you pushed them too far. Your mind comes up with some of the most interesting yet perverse ideas.” You sigh and grab his hand. “I’m fine. I’ve been an overlord longer than I’ve been with the Vees.” Val nods and kisses your forehead.

“Go on and catch up with Vel and Vox, I’ll be right there.” You say cleaning up.

“But amor, I want to spend more time with you-“ Val protests.

“No, go on, I know you’re hungry and I need to make sure the space is ready for tomorrow. Vel wants to practice that main number.” You say pushing him out. “I won’t be long darlin’. Then we can spend all night together.” You grin at Val.

“You always know just the right thing to say, beautiful. I’ll be timing how long you’re gone.” Val jokes and you roll your eyes.

“Mmmhmmm, go on lover boy.” You wave and watch him leave and wait until he’s out of eye sight.

“You three are bold to come here.” You say still cleaning up. You see the three people stiffen who were waiting around. “You didn’t think I’d notice you?” You ask, flicking your wrist and dropping the curtains and making the video feed loop so Vox couldn’t watch.

“What are you doing here Angel?” You ask walking up to them. His eyes widen and you see two other women with him.

“How do you know who I am?” Angel asks, suspicious.

“Because, you have caused the most fights in mine and Val’s relationship. We almost broke up over you one time.” You say, leaning against the mirrors in the back, all three of their eyes widening. “Not because of his connection to you either doll. Because I don’t like the way he treats you.” Angel looked at you, eyes still wide, almost like he wasn’t believing.

“We’re trying to get Angel’s soul back.” Charlie mentioned.

“And you want that contract from Valentio?” You ask, laughing. “It would take almost prying it out of his cold, dead hands. I don’t know what you’ve done, but you are his favorite.” You shake your head and look at Angel who looks ready to cry. Your eyebrows raise.

“I know. I know I am and I don’t know why. I’ve tried-I’ve tried not to be. When I started this he said I could perform and I wanted to perform. Not like now but sing, ya know. Dance?” Angel’s tears fall over and you nod.

“Is there anything you can do?” Vaggie asks.

“Well I was watching you during class, you’re naturally talented. I could start breaking down Val’s resolve and have him transfer the contract to me, so you could be one of my dancers. My performers. If you worked at it, I could easily put you in my elite group.” You offered. Angel’s eyes widened with hope.

“But it will take some time and you must NOT say a word unless I direct you to. I mean it. Otherwise it will end badly for both of us.” Angel nods and you start walking them out. Alastor appearing in front of you at the door.

“Oh my goodness! Alastor! What are you doing here? Are you finally going to take a class to learn some more modern moves?” You joke and he laughs.

“No, my dancing is just fine dear. I see you found our little infiltrators.” He chuckles.

“I did. You were not kidding when you said Angel was a natural.” You smiled.

“You contacted her before?” Charlie asked.

“Of course! I wanted her to see Angel and how he performs. He’s quite the natural?” Alastor asks.

“Smiles, you didn’t have ta…” Angel trails off.

“I know I don’t have to do anything. I was paying back a favor to a friend of mine who needs some good talent in her group.” Alastor said looking at you. You sigh and half nod.

“The numbers dwindle each year and the talent get halved each year. At try outs I’m lucky if I can get 5 talented new people.” Alastor hums in sympathy as you look outside.

“You all need to get back though. Alastor can you shadow travel them at least out of the area? I fear Vox will be watching to see where I’m at.” You explain and magically draw the curtains getting everything ready for lock up.

“Of course.” Alastor says, looking at the three. They step closer and before anyone can do anything Angel runs to you and hugs you. You stiffen for a moment and the laugh.

“It’s all right honey. We’ll figure it out, just be strong until then all right? I’ll harp on Val to be nicer.” Angel nods and then goes back to the group.

“Pleasure meeting you Princess, Vaggie! I’ll see you around Angel and always good talking to you Alastor!” They wave and are submerged in darkness and gone from your shop. You walk out and lock the front door, seeing the security camera turn to you. You wave and send a text telling the crew you’re on your way. Helping Angel would certainly be a benefit to your dancers when he joined you, and join you he would.

[spookitapes]

jschlatt nsfw visuals part l

summary | porn i associate with jschlatt bc i’m a whore for him

pairing | jschlatt x fem!reader (kinda ft. chuckle sandwich & friends)

warnings/cw | porn, smut, choking, slapping, spanking, daddy kink, getting caught by your friends, rough sex, edging, public sex, fucking in someone else’s bed, degradation, praise, humiliation, orgasm ban, anal, overstimulation, drunk/high sex (with consent), car sex

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

!! you need to log in to twitter to see the vids from there !!

not proofread, sorry for any mistakes !!

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quickies

❧ “such a slut for me, aren’tcha sweetheart? yeah, you’re so goddamn easy for me.”

❧ fucks you like he HATES you during quickies…especially if you were being a brat or teasing him beforehand

❧ he’s going all out for the short amount of time given..give him 5 minutes or 5 hours he’s gonna have your legs shaking by the end of it.

❧ that man is gonna choke you, slap you, spit in your mouth, and still have time to fuck your throat with his dick that’s covered in your cum.

in an unlocked room of a nye party

❧ you did not see yourself ending up here…on some dude’s bed at a nye streamer party your boyfriend invited you to

❧ but schlatt doesn’t tolerate disrespect well. so when the host’s roommate started flirting with you as soon as he disappeared to get you two drinks…you knew he ur pussy was done

❧ he watched in amusement as you tried to let him down easy at first, but when he started calling you a bitch and grabbing at you it took schlatt all of three seconds to be between you two

❧ his fist clenched the man’s collar as you tried to calm him down

❧ “baby it’s okay- i’m okay!”

❧ “he’s not worth it, jonny!”

❧ “b-baby please just let it go!”

❧ he dropped eye contact with the man when he felt your nails digging into his shoulder

❧ he knew he had to push him away when he saw the worried look on your face— tears threatening your waterline

❧ but big guy’s gotta get his frustrations out somehow, and he knows the perfect way to get revenge and make you feel better

❧ so with a sigh, he releases the douchebag’s shirt with a shove and grabs your hand to lead you upstairs

❧ “yeah i bet you like gettin fucked on this prick’s bed knowing he could walk in at anytime, huh? like knowing the closest that bastard’s ever gonna get to this pussy is the fucking stain on his sheets.”

❧ you’re praying to the almighty man himself that jonny doesn’t notice the way your stomach twists up with the flames of an orgasm building..

❧ but god’s not listening and he’s laughing along with your boyfriend..who’s grinning down at you as he leans in to your ear

❧ “oh i felt that, sweetheart. felt this slutty pussy tighten up on me when i said that. knew you were nasty— but fuuuuuccck.”

❧ he’s g r o w l i n g his words out at this points

❧ teeth pulling on your earlobe followed by his hot breath fanning against it

❧ “m’gonna make you squirt all over this fucking comforter, doll. leave him a gift to push his face into as he jerks his sorry excuse of a dick off.”

❧ safe to say you two left a wet spot the size of russia and a lasting impression on twitter.

(bonus)

❧ “and to think you kept whining about some dumb kiss…shoulda known i always go above and beyond for my girl.”

giving you a punishment one two three

❧ “count or im startin over, understand?”

❧ don’t even think out nodding your head..

❧ cause he’ll put his fingers in your hair and yank your head back to meet his eyes as his other hand lands the first smack on your ass

❧ “use your goddamn words..you know better than that, angel.”

❧ “y-yes sir!! i understand! i’m sorry won’t happen again..i’ll listen— promise !!” comes tumbling out in a high pitched whine

❧ “ya better or you’re not cumming at all. gonna bruise this ass and leave ya all messy and unsatisfied like a whore. you want that, y/n ?”

❧ as hot as that sounds you definitely don’t want that..too horny and too pent up to be able to breathe without cumming

❧ so you fall into submission easily, counting out each spank he gives you

❧ thanking him profusely after he’s satisfied enough to slide his big fingers into your cunt

❧ “don’t thank me yet, i still haven’t decided to let you cum.”

❧ he can sense the frown spreading across your face at the whine you let out, so he picks up the pace of finger fucking you

❧ his unoccupied hand returning to giving you more harsh slaps across the ass

❧ “drop the attitude, toots or m’not gonna let you cum. just gotta keep being a good girl for me, can ya do that? can ya reach back here and give daddy a kiss?”

❧ so you gather all your strength as you strain your upper half to face him, tears falling down your cheeks as you reach for his lips

❧ it’s anything but what you’re expecting— slow and passionate. full of the love and softness as he batters your pussy and let’s you moan into his mouth

❧ “such a fucking good girl for me, knew you were in there somewhere. my pretty doll just needed to be reminded of her place, huh? fuck your self back on— thaaaat’s it.”

❧ but every time you’re about to cum he’s pulling his fingers out and spanking your pussy

❧ the frustration builds as you thrash around

❧ whining that “s’not fuckin fair!”

❧ “keep strugglin and i’ll really give you something to cry about.”

❧ his harsh tone makes you come to a halt, eyes red & legs shaking from being pulled back from the edge so many times

❧ and as soon as you still and meet his gaze he’s bullying his digits back into your sore pussy again

(bonus)

❧ “go ahead and cum for me, baby. been so good— yeah, cream all over my fingers…goooood fuckin girl.”

❧ sometimes instead of edging you jonny gives you exactly what you want…he’ll let you cum and he’s not gonna stop till you can’t cum anymore.

❧ “keep on fucking whining like you didn’t ask for this, y/n.”

❧ your chest is pressed against his and he’s got a death grip on your waist

❧ the only sound in the room is your loud cries and the sloppy fucking of his fingers into you

❧ your ass high in the air as he drills your pussy, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your tired body

❧ “keep still-stop goddamn squirmin!”

❧ it’s barked into your ear, chops scratching your skin as he roughly grabs your jaw and forces your eyes to meet

❧ “i swear to god if keep moving i’ll strap the hitachi to your clit and leave you here all night.”

❧ before you can respond he’s setting a lightening quick pace, pussy spasming round him once again

❧ “fuuuck give it to me, darlin. you can keep going, come on and show me how good this pussy cums for me.”

❧ he only does it as an end to an orgasm ban (when you break a rule so he doesn’t let you cum for a certain amount of time..not even by yourself)

❧ you have to seriously piss schlatt off for him to ban you (he loves your pussy too much)

❧ but when he does…

❧ he’s not touching your pussy at all

❧ not gonna let you touch it either

❧ not even allowed to have your clit played with when it’s a punishment fuck

❧ you have to get off from the anal alone and if you don’t…that’s not his problem lmao

❧ maybe next time you’ll listen and behave for him…

❧ till then he’s using your ass as a fleshlight and lettin your week-long neglected pussy leak out so much it covers your thighs & all of his lower half

(bonus)

❧ “oh goddamn it, babydoll. didn’t know i could get you to squirt without even touching your pussy..imma have to do it again.”

late night car shenanigans one two

❧ it started off so innocent 🥲

❧ jonny asking if you wanted to ride around and listen to music with him at 3 am

❧ it’s a usual thing you two do together when you couldn’t sleep so you didn’t think much of it

❧ so you slipped on a tank top & a cardigan with a cute new mini skirt to match

❧ little did you know that skirt is your boyfriend’s new found kryptonite

❧ so now the skirt’s bunched around your waist

❧ your back’s pressed half against the door half against the passenger seat with your boyfriend’s fingers deep inside your pussy as he speeds down the interstate

❧ the loud bass that’s usually filled the car is silent

❧ schlatt wants to be sure he can hear his favorite symphony— your noises accompanied by the sounds of your wet pussy

(bonus)

❧ “whatcha want to eat, love? i know cumming like that had to make you work up an appetite.”

❧ “don’t worry about me i’ll eat my favorite meal at home. it’s hot and ready whenever i want.” (yes he’d make a little caesar’s joke about ur coochie tell me i’m wrong)

❧ camping with chuckle sandwich seemed like a good idea

❧ till you were drunk in the woods and only 10 feet away from your friends in tents

❧ “j-jonny we can’t..not with them right there.”

❧ “come on doll, they won’t even notice.”

❧ “you and i both know i can’t stay quiet enough for that..baby please.”

❧ as tipsy as he is he knows you’re right..so he sneaks you two out of the tent

❧ he grabs two new beers and leads you back to the parking lot of the forrest

❧ once you’re in the car it’s game over

❧ you’re both insatiable as you make out on his lap

❧ in your drunken kiss you knock the sun visor down and a pre-rolled blunt falls between you two on your laps

❧ you bite your lip as you look between the blunt and your boyfriend..hoping he catches your drift

❧ he catches that shit.

❧ so now your getting railed in the passenger seat as schlatt leans over you and shotguns the smoke into your mouth

❧ the feeling of being cross faded adds so much to being fucked

❧ you’re so sensitive it’s insane

❧ schlatt swears he’s never heard you making these types of noises before

❧ doesn’t even care about the carpet burn that’s starting to form on his knees

❧ the feeling of being crossed and inside of you is enough to make him speed up is thrusts

❧ you’re so lost in each other you don’t realize the sun starting to rise

❧ so lost in the sauce jonny just turns his phone off to stop it from ringing (he doesn’t even check to see who it is RIP)

❧ or hear the footsteps and calls of your names nearing the parking lot

❧ or when your friends finally knock on the car door they’re met with a porn star level performance from you both

❧ you���ll blame it on the substances later because right now nothing is gonna stop you both from covering the seat in another load of your almost future children

(bonus)

❧ “do you think they know?”

❧ schlatt gives you a small smile and kiss to the forehead

❧ “of course not, doll”

❧ you settle at the news, anxiety leaving your body

❧ “we DEFINITELY know.”

[taesancult]

BND legal line reaction to you teasing them at public !?? I feel like taesan and leehan won’t show a single expression at first even they know what your intentions are but they will lead you somewhere else and make it clear that you were wrong for assuming that they would let it go easily

ehehe i love this concept so much! i had a lot of fun writing this, which is why it took me a bit longer because i rlly put my pea brain to good use <3 (i am so sorry this ended up being so long my bad-)

warnings: fem!reader dirty talk, being downbad in public, i went overboard in taesan’s (degradation + hair pulling in his).

18+ stuff under the cut. mdni.

sungho: definitely laughs at the audacity of you to tease him. at first, he might not even notice. if you were to abruptly bend over in front of him, he’d kinda just raise his eyebrow but pay it no mind. however, when you get more aggressive with your little game, he quickly starts to get the idea. it would go from bending over in front of him to literally not keeping your hands off of him. it would start innocently, maybe putting your hand on his thigh, but wouldn’t stay that way. at one point, you just fully grab his cock in his pants just to rile him up and he’s so taken aback all he does is look at you for a moment and then laughs. “you can’t control yourself, can you?” and you would pout at him and nod your head, agreeing with him. “i can’t, not when you look so good i mean you’re in a crop top!” he would just laugh at you again, a sweet smile on his face because he truly can’t resist you. he’d take you home and literally fuck you SO good- he’s not one to deny you, he’ll give you what you want.

riwoo: teasing is like torture for him. he gets easily shy, and you absolutely take advantage of that. you would be out on a cute lil date, but all you could focus on is how good he looks. his big bright eyes, his precious smile, his perfect dancer body- wait…yeah you were having a hard time and were determined to make him suffer with you. you whispered in his ear, snaking a hand under his shirt to touch his sensitive skin, and he would be so gone. all it takes is you saying “my riwoo~ you’re so pretty you know that? you look even prettier when you cum so hard for me” and he’s blushing and rushing to take you home so you can do exactly what you talked about. he doesn’t even have the patience to tell you off about how MEAN it is to tease a man, he just wants to go home so he can have you all to himself. lawd- do i love this man

jaehyun: baby boy is so dramatic, i mean clearly. it’s so hard to tease him in public because he’s the least coy guy (i love u myungjae never change). he’s the type to raise his voice just a bit if you were to whisper something in his ear, telling you that you can’t say things like that in public! you would give his neck a gentle kiss before whispering in his ear, saying “wanna go home? i really want you, i’m so wet for you.” and he’s like ??? he gets all blushy telling you “please, you can’t say things like that.” his response would make you smirk, causing you to want to push his buttons a little. “why don’t we go home and you fuck me with that pretty cock of yours?” you would say in his ear again, licking it just to really rile him up. he would flinch at the feeling, and nod his head then letting you take his hand to lead the way home. the fact that you teased him makes him cum even faster than usual because his mind was running a mile a minute thinking about your sweet pussy.

taesan: oh he’s a fun one to tease, especially if you’re a bratty kinda person. he gets so pissed it’s almost comical. however, you would never know because he’s good at keeping it contained. when you weren’t looking he would be glaring at you, giving you the worst side eye, and plotting how he was going to ruin you. he would giving you a warning, whispering in your ear, “no one really likes desperate sluts, do they?” LIES! he loves this side of you. so, when you persist and don’t listen to his warning, that’s when he takes you away. he would take you to a private spot and as soon as he knows the two of you are in a closed off area, he grabs your hair to make sure you’re looking directly at him. he would stare at you for a second, seeing the way you were looking at him with such excited eyes, before saying “you’re such a whore, what am i going to do with you?” you would pout at him. “i need you so bad. feel!” you’d whine out as you guided his hand under your bottoms, so he could feel your soaking cunt. he would glide his fingers through your folds. he would smirk, taking his hand out and of course licking his soaked fingers while looking directly at you. he wouldn’t do anything else, just laugh a bit and walk away.

leehan: this man does not care. you could be slutting yourself out in front of everyone to get his attention and he wouldn’t even be phased. he would just smile and laugh, making your blood absolutely boil as he’s so unbothered. if you bend over, causing you tits to be exposed, he would just say “you’re really desperate huh?” you were giving him a show, and he was enjoying it to his heart’s content seeing you so needy. he was playing a game with you, and he found it so funny seeing how frustrated you were getting when he wouldn’t react. once you finally get home, he changes completely. he’s blunt, saying “alright, you want my cock? you can have it all you want, pretty girl.” and would quite literally jump you. he’s another man that wouldn’t deny you. he’s not going to punish you for simply wanting him, he finds it cute! he would make sure to take such good care of you, fucking you until you physically can’t take it anymore.

[pinkiemachine]

GOTHAM FILES: SEASON 8

The entire planet of Tamaran is getting ready to welcome the newest member of the royal family as Starfire draws closer and closer to her due date. Consequently, this means that Dick and Star are off-world currently, and the entire BatFam is planning to travel there in about a month for the celebration. In the meantime, however, Bruce has noticed how awfully lonely Damian has been recently. Dick’s been gone for a few months at this point, he’s not exactly the closest of close buddies with the rest of the BatFam, and he doesn’t have any friends at school. (And, up until now he’s been prevented from joining the Teen Titans because he’s not quite 14 yet, and because he has “being in a team” issues.) But then, just his luck, Superman calls saying that there’s been a development with his son, Jonathan. He’s suddenly showing signs of Kryptonian abilities and Clark has had to reveal his secret identity to him. Right now, they need to look him over to check out his physiology and see what’s going on with him. Bruce says to meet at the Watchtower… and he brings Damian with him. Thus, Damian Wayne is introduced to Jonathan Kent. (I should note, Damian is 13 and Jon is 11, though Jon is taller than him and Damian hates it, especially since it leads to people thinking that Jon’s older all the stinkin time, lol.)

After they check up on Jon, discussion turns toward what they’re gonna do next. Jon’s going to need training, not just in how to use his powers, but also in other aspects like combat and stealth. (Jon’s adamant that he really wants to become a superhero just like his dad.) But Clark wants to ease Jon into all of this—he’s still only eleven—and that’s when Bruce says, “What if Jon… potentially… came over from time to time and hung out with Damian? He could show him a few things.”

Clark is surprised. Damian is confused and alarmed. Jon is all for it (right now, anyway).

Damian protests. He says that he has no time to “hang out” right now, he’s very busy! Fighting crime (which he’s very good at and there’s been no major stuff going on lately), studying (this is a lie, he’s practically college-level already), and training to prove that he’s ready to join the Teen Titans when he turns 14. Bruce sighs and pinches the brim of his nose. All that training won’t mean a thing if he can’t learn how to get along with other supers his age. This will be a good opportunity for him. It’s happening whether he likes it or not.

…So their first hangout ends in total disaster. Yeah, Damian doesn’t really know how to have “friends” especially when they’re completely normal and like, oh, I don’t know, playing video games or baseball or riding bikes or rollerblading or playing scrabble. Damian’s idea of a “fun time” is sneaking out in the Batmobile and punching the snot out of Condiment King. So… how would you explain to your dad why you’re covered in ketchup and glass shards when you get home?

There is now a growing resentment. We all know Damian’s personality. It’s very easy to dislike him. For a multitude of reasons. And after the initial starstruck-ness of meeting Robin wears off, Jon’s getting kinda sick of his reckless, arrogant, danger-loving demeanour. And Damian, he gets real sick real quick of Jon’s meeker, kinder, pushovery-er personality. Jon gets mad at Damian for getting them into trouble, but Damian says that it wouldn’t have happened at all if Jon hadn’t gotten in the way! Bruce and Clark break them up before the fighting gets worse, but they still think it would be a good idea for them to learn from each other, and Damian’s not going to be allowed to join the Titans until he can learn to get along with Jon. (Which Damian finds totally unfair.) Cue the Super Sons storyline!

Damian doesn’t have the patience or the desire to do things the way Bruce wants him to, so he devises a plan. If he and Jon can manage to complete a high-level mission and take down a dangerous criminal together, Bruce and Clark would be sure to let up on this nonsense and the two of them would never have to hang out ever again. 🤝 Deal.

So, they go on the dangerous mission, naturally things go haywire, Bruce and Clark have to show up and save them, and they’re not happy.

It takes the boys a few more tries, a few more training courses that their dads came up with, and a whole lot of patience, but eventually they do start to get along, and they do end up completing a real mission together. Finally, Bruce says that Damian, after his 14th birthday, (which is coming up soon), can join the Titans. Right now, though, it’s time to go see Dick and Star.

Princess Markori (Nightstar) Grayson is born! (Mar’i for short.) It’s a happy episode.

We do our standard check up on everyone, and everything’s going pretty well. (Well, things ended up not working out with Bab’s boyfriend, so that’s sad, but other than that, there’s been nothing super horrible lately.) Tim’s feeling a little overwhelmed as he slowly but surely becomes the new, up and coming face of Wayne Enterprises, Jason and Artemis are officially a couple, Cass and Steph have their own apartment in Gotham and team up a lot to fight crime, and BRUCE… he and Selina continue to get closer and closer… she’s been brought around the cave and she’s met most of the BatFam members by now… and Bruce just might have a ring picked out. All the more reason for Damian to be hanging out with Jon instead of being all alone at home, stewing about the situation.

So, Damian’s 14 birthday happens, and he’s officially inaugurated into the Titans… and then, when he notices Jon being kinda left out, Damian proposes that maybe they could bring Jon on as a part-time trainee. Thus bringing Jon along with him as the Ultimate Teen Titans head out on their first mission.

Back in Gotham, it’s time for the next big story arc. Get excited for the Robin Wars! Bruce is gone again on another big Justice League mission, Nightwing’s still on Tamaran, Jason’s doing his own thing, Tim was never the best fighter in the group (he’s more of a detective), and Damian’s away with the Teen Titans. Security in Gotham is at an all-time low right now, and it’s because of this over confidence that the heroes have in this quiet and peace that a new threat has started to emerge. A faceless, nameless evil. It’s taking over Gotham, little by little, egging on gangs like the Jokerz, undoing so much of the work that Bruce and the others have done and causing chaos. We, the audience, don’t find out until the very end, but… it’s the Court of Owls.

Now, we see yet again just how much of an effect Batman has really had the people of Gotham, because not long after all of this starts to happen, there’s pushback. A teenager named Duke Thomas (who happens to be a low-level meta human with light-based powers) just lost his parents to an attack by the Jokerz. They got laughing gassed and are now hospitalised. So he’s getting real fed up with these criminals, and without Batman around, he decides to take matters into his own hands. He doesn’t have much to fight with… so he sends out a rally cry. He creates an app that people can download, giving directions to all willing participants on how to organise and fight back. He calls it, “We Are Robin.” Hundreds of young people join the movement, keeping Gotham safe until Batman gets back, with Duke at the helm, leading them. This gets the attention of one Alfred Pennyworth who pitches in as well, making the whole thing feel a little more official.

But, there’s only so long they can hold out against a professional criminal organization. Sooner or later, Batman and the real Robin need to come back and push this new threat back to the shadows, especially before Duke loses control of the mob he’s incited. But Bruce was impressed. He managed to do a lot on his own. But it was also very dangerous. Duke’s lucky things didn’t go much worse.

Now that that’s over… Duke’s parents are still in the hospital… and there’s currently no known cure for Joker’s laughing gas. So, Bruce agrees to take Duke in until they can find a cure.

Gotham is back in steady hands… though Bruce is eager to figure out who that mysterious group was, manipulating everything.

At the current moment, however… he’s more concerned with proposing to Selina. Which he does. Which shocks the entire BatFam. And the entire Justice League. And Everyone.

Part 9 👇

Part 7 👇

[lipglossanon]

Hey You, Would You Help Me To Carry The Stone?

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Corrupt Cop!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

This is part ii for Mr. Sinister ☽☪︎⋆ Remix

Warnings: 18+ so minors DNI, dark!leon, yandere!leon, threats of bodily harm, vomiting, obsessive!leon, stalker!leon, just Leon being absolutely bonkers insane 👌

Kinda looked over but not really proofread 😅

Title from Hey You by Pink Floyd (really fits Leon in this part)

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It feels like you’re swimming in molasses; your consciousness is fighting to the surface in fits and starts. The first thing you notice is a slight ringing in your ears followed by the realization that you passed out. You open your eyes and squint at the low light saturating the room.

Trying to move your body leads to nowhere. You’re sitting in a chair with your legs tied together at the ankles and thighs; you can feel the constriction of rope wrapped around your middle, pinning your upper arms in place. You look down at your wrists and see them tied together in front of you with what looks like cloth, almost like a handkerchief.

“Oh good! You’re awake.”

Your attention snaps to the cheery voice on the other side of the room; you didn’t see the door before when looking around, but to be fair you’re still slowly coming to grips with where you are and what has happened to you.

The officer walks into the room until his boots are inches away from your own flats. Crouching down to be at a more even level with you, his lips tick up into that charming grin that tricked you in the first place.

“Sweetheart, don’t look so down. You don’t know how lucky you are,” he chastises, nudging your chin up with the knuckles on his thumb and forefinger.

“If you hadn’t have run, why we wouldn’t be here right now,” his full mouth turns down with faux sympathy, “such a shame you got caught so easily though.”

“Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone—“

He laughs, “I know you’re not. And I’m not letting you go just yet. Want to make sure we’re clear about some things first.”

You bite the inside of your cheek in an effort to stave off the tears threatening to spill.

“Please, officer. I just want to go home.”

“Aww,” he coos, running a thumb underneath your eye to catch what tears fall. He sucks the thumb into his mouth and hums at the salty taste, eyes hungry and dark.

“Don’t cry, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he leans forward and nuzzles your cheek before giving it a soft kiss. “Gonna take care of my sweet girl, give her all the love she deserves.”

At that admission more tears fall from your eyes. You can feel a panic attack hovering, ready to sweep over your senses. Your fingers feel numb and your chest’s tight.

“Baby,” his voice low and soothing, “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“I just want to go home,” you tiredly whisper, voice clogged with tears.

“For now you are home,” he kisses your cheek again, tongue darting out to lick the tears dripping from your eyes.

Your vision goes woozy, bile rising in your throat so fast it makes your nose run. 

“‘m gonna be sick,” you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth, “really, I-I’m—“

You gag and thankfully Leon pulls away from you with soft words of sympathy. He pulls a knife from the holster on his side and quickly slices through the rope binding your chest and arms then the one circling your thighs. 

“I’m going to pick you up and bring you to the toilet,” he slips the knife back to his side, and eases you from the chair. 

He picks you up bridal style and carries you out of the room; stepping into a short hallway, he takes you into the door directly across from you. 

He eases you down onto the floor next to the toilet, ankles and wrists still tied limiting your movement. Quickly, you flip the toilet lid up and retch into the bowl. 

“There, there,” he rubs your back, making you flinch and gag harder, “you’ll feel better once it’s all out.”

Tears splash into the dirty water, snot running freely down your face as you retch again, stomach acid coating the back of your throat leaving a sour and bitter tang on your tongue. 

He continues touching you, petting your hair or rubbing your back while you puke up what little dinner is in your stomach. After you dry heave a few times, your body slumps back in exhaustion. 

“I hate that my pretty girl isn’t feeling good,” he sighs into your hair, pressing a kiss on your head. 

You’re so wrung out that you can only feel despair at the situation, no tears left to shed. Leon leans past you to flush the contents down the toilet. 

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up,” he stands then bends down to scoop you up in his arms bridal style again. 

He takes a few steps to set you down on the sink countertop. You watch in numb dissonance as he wets a cloth under the tap. 

“Close your eyes for me, sweet girl,” his lips curl up in a facsimile of warmth.

Not really having a choice, your eyes shut bathing your thoughts in darkness. You feel as Leon gently wipes your eyelids with the warm damp cloth. He diligently cleans up your face, making sure to clean off any traces of snot and vomit. 

You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to see his crazed eyes anymore.. not wanting to deal with the reality of this situation. A few small tears drip from your closed eyelids making Leon tsk at you. 

“Look at me,” he murmurs, his low voice humming in your ears. 

Eyelashes fluttering open, you watch as that crooked smile slides over his face. 

“There she is,” he coos, “just one last thing, okay?”

You flinch at the sound of plastic cracking open and look down at his hands. He pulls out a new toothbrush from its package. Reaching around you, he runs it under the hot tap again. He pulls it back and after squeezing toothpaste across the damp bristles does he offer it to you. 

You stare at it, mind blissfully empty for a moment before Leon’s sigh jerks your attention back up to him. 

“Well I guess it would be awkward for you,” he pushes closer, titling your head up and holding your jaw, “open up for me, sweetheart.”

Keeping your mouth shut, you press your lips together more firmly. His eyes narrow down at you, a mean pinched expression coming into his face. 

“Don’t be a brat,” his thumb presses on the pressure point in your jaw making you open your mouth to stop the pain.

He slips the toothbrush past your parted lips, “See? Behave for me and everything will be just fine.”

As the minty flavor hits your tongue, humiliation bubbles up in your chest paired with white hot indignation; in this moment, you hate Leon with every atom of your body. You’ve never felt like this about anything or anyone, but you hope you convey how you feel with your eyes as you watch Leon focus on brushing your teeth. 

He lets go of your jaw to grab your chin and open your mouth wider. 

“Gotta make sure we don’t miss any spots. Don’t want my pretty girl getting cavities now, do we?” 

Before you can even think about it, you’re spitting in Leon’s face. You watch with slow dawning horror as toothpaste and spittle slide down the straight line of his nose. His pouty mouth thins, eyes darkening instantly. 

He sets the toothbrush on the counter and takes the cloth from earlier to quickly wipe down his face. 

“That wasn’t very nice,” his deep baritone makes you draw in on yourself, “apologize. Now.”

“S-s-sorry,” you finally stumble out, lips clumsy, “I-I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me.”

His demeanor softens, but his face stays unreadable, “If you keep up the attitude, I’ll be forced to fix it. Do you understand?”

Fear seizes you by the throat so you nod jerkily, tears pricking at your waterline again. 

“Good girl,” he pets your hair back, “I’m going to finish what I started, but if you act up again I’ll backhand that pretty mouth, okay?”

Hands shaking in your lap, you wilt under his intense gaze, “I understand,” whisper sounding loud in the small bathroom. 

“Good,” he picks up the toothbrush and rinses it off before reapplying toothpaste. 

He holds it in front of your lips and you open your mouth without any prompting. 

His lips tick up into a mean smile, “Good girl.”

You stare at the wall just past his shoulder and let him brush your teeth. He tilts your jaw as needed, the silence so loud you can hear your heartbeat pulsing in your ears. 

You start when you feel cool plastic touch your bottom lip. Your eyes jump to his face, his own darkened gaze watching you. 

“Need you to rinse, pretty girl,” he raises an eyebrow, “not going to have any repeats, right?”

You softly shake your head no, mouth too full of foamy toothpaste to answer. He angles the cup up, water trickling slowly into your mouth. You swirl it in your mouth and angle your head to the sink and spit it out. 

“Good girl,” he praises, hand stroking your side.

You stiffen as he picks you up again, quickly carrying you back into the bedroom where you woke up. This time he sets you down gently on the bed, bypassing the chair he had you tied in earlier. He kneels in front of you, similar to earlier, and checks the bindings on your wrists and ankles. 

“Why are you doing this?” hands twisting in your lap, you bring your gaze up from them to look in his face. 

He frowns at you, “Do you really not know?”

Anxiety spiking in your chest, you frown back at him, “No, I don’t. I just want to go home. Please.”

He sighs and shakes his head, “You know I can’t do that. You really don’t know why? Or recognize me?”

That draws you up short. Your lips part to ask, but you pause, trying to think past the horror of what’s happening to you, to think back on any time you may have run into this crazed man. 

He watches the emotions flit over your face with rapt attention. 

“I-I don’t rem—“

“Sure you do,” he gently massages your calves, “there’s that one time at the grocery store.”

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Unbeknownst to you, Leon’s been stalking you around town for a long time.

His shifts at work fluctuate, but he’s always clocking out in time to tail you. This past week, in particular, you haven’t really gone out much after getting home from class. Once to the grocery store, where he discreetly followed you inside.

However, this isn’t the incident he’s referring to; the first time he ever caught a glimpse of you was after a grueling sixteen hour shift. He was burnt out. Completely dead on his feet, he’s just standing in the canned food aisle blankly staring at rows of green beans. 

Laughter snaps him out of it. It feels like his soul slams back down in his body. Blinking rapidly, he turns his attention to the end of the aisle and sees... 

You.

God, he sees you. 

You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life. 

You’re not really paying attention to him, on the phone with someone as you laugh and smile at whatever they say, but it’s enough.

It’s. 

Enough. 

He feels lighter than he has in months, in years. Just seeing your face soothes that horrible nothingness that has started to blanket his life. Everyday the same gray monotony. And now?

You’re beautiful and sweet.. perfect, you’re perfect.

He watches you now, as you shuffle along pulling cans off the shelf to drop in your basket. He stands in the same spot, hoping you’ll look at him, notice him. 

Please. 

He knows he looks like death warmed over; he’s been in the shit all day today, helping this backwater town tread water a little while longer. But he has hope. 

The little thing with wings. 

His breath catches in his chest when you walk past him. You glance over at him as you’re passing and smile. At him. 

You smile at him. 

You keep walking, attention going back to your phone call and he watches you the entire time until you’re out of sight, leaving the aisle to finish your own shopping. 

From there, it’s simple to memorize your tag and get your information. It’s simple to figure out your schedule and follow you home (for you own safety of course). 

It’s simple to see that you need someone to take care of you; you’re far too trusting— too nice to people who don’t deserve it. Don’t deserve to even breathe the same air as you. But Leon’s got it. He’s got you even though you don’t know it yet, but one day, you will. 

He’s saving you from those plebeians. Like that annoying library aide who didn’t get the hint you weren’t interested, who suddenly resigned and moved away; kinda odd how he favored that left side pretty severely as he avoided you on his last day. 

Or the guy at the coffee shop who slipped you his number and later found himself severely beaten by an unknown assailant; funny how the cops never found any suspects for that case. The guy stopped showing up at the coffee shop and last you heard he moved back home to be with his parents. 

This last guy who invited you out to Lovers Lane is in for a fun surprise once Leon is comfortable in leaving you here alone for a long period of time. He has lots of plans for him that he’s excited to test out. 

There’s a hungry, dark part of Leon that he doesn’t let out very often; oh it helps with his job, being around the vilest scum of the earth always brings out that nasty part of his psyche, but it helps keep the trash in check. 

It’s always boiling under the surface, lurking and waiting, but now that he’s seen you—has you— it’s like a shark scenting blood. All of his senses amplify, wanting to protect you, keep you safe from the awful reality that is the everyday in this shithole town. 

He’s prepared to do everything and anything to keep you here, to himself, and show you that only he truly knows what’s best for you. 

That stupid boy you went out with doesn’t stand a chance once Leon gets his hands on him. He touched you, had the audacity to toss you to the side— Leon pushes that from his mind before he spirals.

The chase you gave him earlier in the night ignited his blood, brought him alive like nothing has in quite some time. He felt disappointment when you were so easily caught, but you at least tried to get away, tried to fight him off; that alone sent elation and arousal buzzing through his body to the point he was afraid you would slip from his grasp in his excitement.

The fear in your eyes made his heart race, although there’s no real reason to be scared of him. Leon will never hurt you in a way that matters. Correcting your behavior isn’t hurting you, it’s only teaching you how to treat yourself better. 

Leon feels like Lady Luck is finally shining a light on his life. You’re so perfect for him. He wants to sink his teeth in your body again and again— mark you where everyone can see you’re off limits. That you belong to him. 

Your quiet voice pulls his attention back to you—back to the present. 

“I think I saw you once,” your eyes are so earnest, so lovely, “I was on the phone with my mom. I remember seeing a cop at some point while shopping.”

He smiles at you all sugar sweet, “There we go. See? You do remember me.”

“B-but I know we’ve never even talked to each other. I don’t really even know you,” tears fill your eyes, making Leon ache to take you apart with his mouth but he refrains from doing so—even though it’s so hard not to. 

“Well, now you’ll have plenty of time,” he takes your bound wrists in hand and kisses your fingertips, “you’ll get to know me and see how much you belong here.” 

His chest feels full while he watches your eyes widen, anxiousness pinching your features as you fold in on yourself. Sorrow and fear enhances your beauty to the point Leon almost feels suffocated. 

Almost. 

He smiles tenderly at you, kissing your fingertips again, “Don’t worry, sweet girl. I’m here to take care of you.”

Your shoulders hitch as you sob quietly in front of him, face turned down but he can still see those glittering trails of saline caress your cheeks. That hungry want rises in him again, but he keeps it in check. 

He ticks your chin up with his knuckles and coos at your distress. 

“So pretty,” he murmurs, indulging himself again by lapping up your tears, “my sweet, pretty girl.”

Your eyes cut to his once he pulls back and it makes his cock throb and kick in his boxers. So hateful. He can see how much you want to rip into him, how you’d love to take him apart with your bare hands. He tamps down the urge to let you go, to really see what you would do to him. 

He smiles widely, gleefully, at you, but your eyes are still smoldering with hate and anguish. 

“There she is,” he purrs, voice smoky, “the perfect girl for me.”

He drags a thumb from the apple of your cheek down to your bottom lip. He sees the instant you think about lashing out, biting his thumb, but you reel it in. 

He’s dizzy at your restraint. The utter lack of action makes him want to push you further, see how far he can go, but he also reigns it in; he wants you to be on the same page. He needs you to see things his way—the right way, the only way. He’s so hard now that it hurts. 

Leon glances at his watch and frowns in distaste. 

“I hate to cut this short, but I’ve gotta go.”

He stands to his full height making you crane your head up to keep looking at him. Looking down at you, he wants you so much he’s sick with it. 

“Won’t be gone too long, sweetheart,” he slips his hands under your arms and places you back in the chair. 

“No, no, please,” you tremble, “I’ll be good, officer. Please don’t tie me up again, please.”

He watches you, sea dark eyes roving over your lovely features. 

“Promise to behave until I get back? I won’t be gone long,” he narrows his eyes at you, “and if you try anything. Anything. It’s going to be bad for you.”

You nod your head quickly, “Promise. Thank you.”

That makes him pause. He smiles at you again, brushing wisps of your hair away from your face. 

“You’re very welcome, sweetheart. Such a good girl I have. Let’s keep it that way, hmm?”

You nod again, eyes wide in your face. 

He caresses your cheek with the palm of his hand and then steps completely away. 

“Like I said, I’ll be back soon. Don’t try anything silly while I’m gone,” he laughs, a spark of excitement warming his chest, “or do. I guess I wouldn’t mind either way.”

He gives you one last lingering look as he closes the bedroom door. He locks the door lock along with the padlock he has bolted on the outside. Always better safe than sorry he thinks. 

He listens at the door for a moment and after not hearing anything except your soft crying, he steps away. Following the short hallway that opens out into the living space, he easily makes his way to the front door. 

Leon steps outside and takes his time securing the front door with a padlock on the outside as well. This place is isolated, but he’s not wanting to take any chances. Even if you did make it out of the bedroom, all of the windows have bars on them. There is no back door and the front door is made of heavy oak so there’s no way you’re kicking it down easily. 

He’s truly only worried that if you do make your way out his little hunting shack that you’re going to be set upon by a wild animal. He’s seen things like it before; careless hunters or drunk idiots coming into the precinct spouting off about the wild coyotes they stumbled across or a lone wolf, even the occasional badger or snack attack. 

You’re much too precious for him to lose in such an awful, and preventive, way. Leon tugs on the door harshly and is satisfied to see that it doesn’t budge. He pockets his keys and turns away. He whistles a jaunty little tune to himself as he takes the barely visible trail away from the shack. 

The tree trunks eventually narrow as he leaves the small clearing surrounding the place, pushing past brush and thorn bushes. Leon grins to himself as he makes his way out to the hidden area he parked his car. He’s so excited to get back to you, but first he has to make sure you’re not missed elsewhere. After all, you’re perfectly safe and content where you’re at now, he guarantees it. 

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To Share A Kiss The Devil Has Known

(ch. 2)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x you // Eddie Munson x f!reader // perv!Eddie Munson x innocent!reader

Genre: romance, mild smut, Catholic trauma, religious trauma, friends to lovers, slow burn

Notes: thank you for all the support on the first part! there is one more chapter after this one (three in total) // Eddie is kinda pervy lol // he’s kinda dark but also not // i tried to write him to be as much of a consent king as possible // honestly, you can just read this without reading the first ch lol but that would help with tiny details!

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // talks of religion, reader's parents are religious, light manipulation, pillow humping, humping, first times, dacryphilia, corruption kink, praise kink, masturbation // please let me know if there should be more added, thank you!

ao3 // chapter one // chapter three // masterlist // series masterlist

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To say Eddie was ecstatic as he drove to your home, is an understatement. He had driven you there countless times after school or the rare late-night tutoring sessions, but he has never gone inside. There was never a reason to. Especially since you both were often only together during school hours and only meeting each other during weekends on the rare occasion you didn’t have a church obligation. 

How he longed to enter the holy house he passed by every few nights to see if you were still awake late into the evening after he finished band rehearsal. Eddie wondered what it is that you did when the light was on, but your shadow was nowhere near the desk next to the bedroom window. 

Little did he know, today was the day he would find out. 

“You seem a little too excited to work on an English project, Eddie,” you said once you noticed that you weren’t the only one in the car who was jittering in their seat. 

“Oh, I’m dreading the work, believe me,” he chuckled. “What I am excited for is the fact that I’m going into your sanctuary for the first time. Now I can find out your dirty little secrets.”

The raspiness in his both scared and excited you. “Hm?” You looked at him for the first time with wide eyes and a shaky voice. 

“Does this mean we get to go into your room too?” Eddie teased. 

“My room? N-no, we can’t go in there.” Inviting the muse of your sins into your home was one thing, going into your room would only make you feel God’s wrath ten-fold. 

“Oooh, she is hiding something, isn’t she?” Eddie wound you up again, keeping one hand on the steering wheel while the other tried to tickle your leg — you backed away again. 

You ignored his teasing, speaking to him in a barely audible whisper: “we’ll work in the basement where my father’s study is. He won’t be using it today since it’s Monday and it’s his day off.”

“Will you tell me what’s bothering you before we head in?” The Dealer said with a pout as he parked in your driveway. “Was it something a person did? Something I did?” If his perverted ways were caught, he wanted to find out now. “You promised you’d tell me, you never break your promises.”

The guilt was eating you up now. Lying, sinning, breaking commandments, and now you’re on the path to breaking promises. If you were alone right now, you would cry; instead, one tear escaped your eyes. 

“I promise, it’s nothing,” the lie came easily this time. “Let’s head inside, please, Eddie.” 

“Alright,” he didn’t want to admit just how beautiful you looked while you cried. 

Once Eddie had opened the passenger for you and let you lead the way into the house, both of your hearts were beating quickly. It became clear that the two of you were nervous about one thing or another – but, there was one consistent anxious thought: your parents were home. 

As you attempted to unlock the front door with shaky hands, the keys rattling a bit louder than what a normal person would be doing, Eddie whispered in your ear.

“I’ll be on my best behaviour, no need to worry,” his voice was husky, resonating through your body with every syllable, and his hot breath on your skin since he pushed your hair to the side without you noticing. It was hard to recognize things with everything going on in your head; so much so, that you didn’t get the opportunity to twist the lock correctly as you turned your head quickly to face him. 

Just then, the door opened, key still in the hole and your hand on the handle — leading you to trip slightly at the door frame. “Darling, you’re home early,” your mother’s sweet, but very confused, voice greeted you at the entrance. 

“Sorry I called earlier saying I would be home late, but then the library was full so we couldn’t work there,” you said meekly whilst taking a step away from Eddie to rid your figures of the compromising position you were just in. 

“Come inside, and tell me who your friend is,” the sheer nervousness in her voice was comedic. Your mother knew exactly who this was. Why you allowed him into this Catholic home, she’ll never understand. 

“W-well this is Eddie, he’s the one whose locker is right next to mine,” you stated, looking over at the boy who was nervous in front of you for the first time in your friendship. He must have felt you glance over at him, since Eddie tilted his head up to mouth: ‘you talk about me?’ before winking in your direction. The smiles that appeared on both of your nervous faces went away quickly. 

A loud cough shocked you, making you two break eye contact, and jump slightly at the sound as you were taking your shoes off. “Munson?”

“Yes, sir.” There were times Eddie hated his last name when older people used it — since they would automatically think of his father. 

“What are you doing in my house?” The anger in your own father’s voice was frightening. Yes, he told you to stay away from Eddie. But Eddie was always nice to you, always sweet and caring; never did you see him commit sins in front of you, so you thought. 

“We were assigned on a project together,” you cut off your own conflicted thoughts. “It’s due Wednesday. However, tomorrow we’re both busy so we wanted to finish it tonight,” the leg-bouncing came back again. “May we please use the basement, dad? You have lots of books in there we could—"

“No,” there was a fire in your father’s eyes that intensified your freight as he began a staredown with your project partner. The man was mad — the first time his daughter brought a friend home and it’s a boy, Eddie Munson for that matter. The boy was known around town for committing the sinful acts of the Devil. Now you’re asking to spend the entire night with him, alone in a dark room? Over his dead body.  

Your mother came to the rescue to ease the tension, “of course you can, I’ll even bring down snacks, and dinner too, since we were planning on ordering take-out tonight anyways.” She looked over at your father with threatening eyes, trying to make him notice that his daughter was on the verge of tears in front of a guest.

“That’s alright, I can take care of—”

“Oh, she’ll be taking care of me alright,” Eddie said in your father’s direction with a sinister smirk, then looked to your mother sweetly. “But, I don’t mean to intrude. I can grab dinner on my way home.”

“Nonsense, you two head downstairs and I’ll bring some water and the strawberries that were new at the store today.”

Eddie couldn’t help but notice the sweet similarities between you and your mother. On the other hand, he really loved pissing off your dad — if all the old man could see was the spawn of Satan, then Eddie was going to give it to him.

“Thank you, ma’am. Now, why don’t you lead the way, Angel?” he said while casually placing a hand on your shoulder, then leading a trail to your neck to loop his fingers through your silver chain. Eddie made sure that he glanced in your father’s direction, when you slightly whimpered at the tug and looked up at the long-haired man. 

“S-sure, it’s this way. See you guys later then,” you were a stuttering mess, trying to speak to your parents while guiding Eddie through your house. 

The only thing you hoped was that once you were alone with Eddie again, your mind would focus on the work; not the intensifying feeling of guilt which made your heart and legs ache. 

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Once the backpacks were on the floor next to the sofa, the contents of your pencil case spread out on the large table your father had in the basement, and a lined sheet of paper with a brainstorm of scratches all over it — the project was well on its way to be completed. At first, since Eddie barely cracked the book open, you two needed to read the assigned chapter. He mentioned that he wouldn’t be able to focus unless you took turns reading it aloud, so that’s what you did. At one point, your mother came down and set some fruit on the coffee table, where you would take a bite of a strawberry whenever you were not reading a page — Eddie did the same thing. 

In truth, he was barely listening to the story, only staring at how your lips became more plump and pink as each paragraph was read. The Dealer hoped that you wouldn’t notice how he inches closer to you on the couch slowly. So that by the time the final page was finished, your knees were touching. 

“Such a pretty voice,” Eddie teased when you stopped reading, nearly whispering it in your ear. Now you started to tense up again. 

“Yours is nicer, I guess it’s because of all your Dungeons & Dragons games,” you awkwardly giggle whilst moving to the left. 

“Maybe you should play one day, but I don’t think you want more of the Devil inside of you,” he chuckled to himself, not realizing how the words made your heart drop. 

“W-what do you mean by that?” your eyes went wide with guilt as you responded. 

“Oh, you know,” Eddie elongated the final syllable momentarily. “I can tell you’re keeping secrets from me. You said it was nothing someone else or I did that’s bothering you. That must mean it’s something you did, huh?” 

His curiousity was always something you enjoyed, it led to your imagination to grow in return. But now, this tendency of his was only making you more nervous if he found out what you did.

You wouldn’t be his good girl anymore.

“We should work on the project now,” you said sternly, ignoring his question. 

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He flashed his signature smile and wink, then stretched his body from the couch. Then with a tap to your shoulder, you followed him to the large table. 

After three hours, the report itself was done. Mainly you did the majority of the analysis while you asked Eddie what he thought about your points. Luckily, his creativity ran wild so you could just build on what he would say to make his profound words sound professional. Then, as you two were grabbing construction paper and poster board from your mother’s craft stash in the basement, she came down to give you both a simple take-out container of Chinese food. 

Truly, she had been checking up on you two every half-hour. Even going as far as taking you to the side to whisper: “don’t do anything unjust or sinful with that boy. He has a reputation and your father is just beside himself with fear as to what the Munson-child will do to you.” Although she had been the polite host to Eddie, she was always the Catholic housewife who cared more about people’s virtue than anything else. 

Not that your mother had anything to worry about tonight. Thus far, you were so focused on the task at hand that you barely had any unsavoury thoughts about your friend. Like how when Eddie would put his chin on your shoulder as you wrote down what he would say in your ear, making sure that he rubbed your back as he was doing so. You didn’t recognize that whenever you responded to him with a ‘yeah,’ it came out in a whimper sometimes. Even when The Dealer had gone on a tangent explaining something, and he flailed his arms in the air, only to land them on the table — leaning forward and stared intensely into your eyes; you barely noticed how your thighs squeezed together at the tingling feeling between. 

But Eddie noticed, he noticed everything and was loving it. He knew that the project would take your mind off of what was bothering you, so he went back to his regularly scheduled programming. This time though, instead of your sweet smiles and giggles to his antics — you were biting your lip, crossing your legs tightly, and blushing while you laughed. As you two ate dinner at the coffee table while sitting on the floor, Eddie couldn’t help but glance down at the skin of your thighs peaking through the bottom of your skirt; especially how you didn’t fix it like you usually do. Something really was going on with you today. 

“Do you wanna play some music while we work on the presentation part? What type of music does your dad have in here anyways?” Eddie asked while eyeing you suspiciously and eating an egg roll. He was going to try and make you talk about something other than school for the first time in four hours. 

“A lot of gospel music.”

“Seriously?” He looked at you with wide eyes and an even wider smile of disbelief. 

“Yes, he likes listening to that type of stuff, I do too,” you said defensively.

The man walks up to your father’s record player and the shelf of records that are lined up behind it. You were right. “Not even The Beatles or The Rolling Stones? Your old man probably has something.” 

“I’ve never heard him listen to that before. Your uncle has them though, right? We listened to them when I tutored you last year. Those songs were really nice to listen to.” You stood next to him and as he graced his fingers on the spines of the cardboard cases. 

“That’s right, my smart girl.” Eddie groaned and chose one of the records that mentioned it was only instrumentals. It would be better than nothing, so he gave it to you to start playing. “We should put this on, because I’m sure that any of this Christian music will make me burn up,” he emphasized his words by pretending to be burned with holy water, like in the movies. “I’m a sinner, baby,” he chokes out. 

He was just joking around, you knew that. But you stood there with the record in your hand, frozen in place for a moment, before quietly saying: “I think we should finish up this presentation, Eddie.” Then passed the vinyl back to him to input in the record player. You quickly walked to the large table with your silver crucifix between your fingers, while Eddie stood with gears turning in his head. 

That was it. 

Just from mentioning the word ‘sin’ and you were shaking with a fear he has never seen from you since that one time Eddie showed you his tattoo of a demon. Only this time, your fear looked like it traumatized you. 

What could have happened to make you feel this way? Did you sin and your Catholic guilt was eating you up? — the questions plagued his mind as he went over to your fidgeting figure sitting at the work table again. 

-:-:-:-:-

It was nearly eleven o’clock when Eddie and yourself were almost done with the presentation. Whichever teacher in the staff room thought that this project could be done in two days was probably delusional. It took you two almost nine hours to do the bare minimum. Alas, as you and Eddie stood at the table, adding paint and construction paper to the biggest piece of poster board your mom hoarded, it was close to the finish line. While there were instances where your guilt would reappear more often now than before dinner — your mind was still focused on the project.

That was until your father’s voice echoed through the basement’s halls for the first time tonight. He stood at the stairs, still being able to see you and Eddie nearly climbing the table to finish the poster. Still, there was fire in his eyes. 

“Are you two almost finished, yet? It’s pretty late and you both have school in the morning,” he said sternly, but only staring down the young Munson. 

“Almost, dad, we just need to wait for this to dry up and practice the presentation with it,” your voice was quiet as your eyes went from your father’s crossed arms to Eddie’s sinister smile. 

“When will you be going home, Munson?” 

“Oh I don't know, whenever she finishes,” he knew that your father understood the innuendo; however, you stood there tilting your head in confusion. 

Your father scoffs loudly before giving Eddie one last threatening look, then turns to you. “Wrap it up whenever you can. I’m heading to bed, but your mother will be upstairs, so no dilly dallying.” You’re pretty sure that comment was meant for the boy standing with horrible posture next to you, but it still registered as a threat in your head.

“Goodnight, dad,” you nodded, looking up at him with big eyes as he began to walk up the stairs. But, a slightly taunting voice made your father stop in his tracks. 

“Sweet dreams, we’ll be having lots of fun down here,” Eddie said with his smile getting wider with each word. You thought he was just trying to make your father laugh a bit before leaving — with a sarcastic tone towards the school project. But it looks like the scoff your father made, indicated that it didn’t go through; in actuality, your father could see the new innuendo the young man was doing, but decided not to be the overbearing father for once. 

As his steps became fainter, you looked towards Eddie who was now putting a cigarette in his mouth, “what did you mean? When you said, ‘whenever she finishes.’?” you asked. He tried his best not to let his lips curl upwards at his joy of seeing you so innocent to the sexual joke.

“U-uhh nothing.” 

“Good, because. I’m not doing all this work all on my own, we’ve been doing this as partners this whole time. Let’s finish together.” The amount of times he has imagined your voice saying those last three words in his ears was unfathomable — he would memorize this snippet for the rest of his life. Eddie was so enthralled by your words that he didn’t notice that you took the cigarette out of his mouth and was speaking to him again. “You can’t smoke that in here.”

“Your old man smokes.” 

“That’s different, he only smokes cigars and they smell nicer.”

“Tell me where they are and I’ll have my first one tonight,” he winked at you with a smile. 

In an instant, he took the stick back from your fingers and placed it between his lips again. “Eddie, I don’t want you getting in trouble,” you sighed in defeat. “Do you promise to finish the title on the poster while I write up the script on cards, if I let you finish that one cigarette?”

“You could always share it with me so I can finish it faster,” he teased. “Or do you not want to give in to the Devil’s temptation again?”

“A-again?” you stuttered.

Eddie stayed silent for a moment, lighting his cigarette then picked up the letter cut outs to start applying glue on them. “You feel guilty for something, don’t you? Did you sin, sweet girl? You’ve been dodging the topic all day and the only time I was able to read the thoughts behind your eyes was when I brought up the word ‘sin,’ you’re even shaking now just like you did a couple hours ago.” 

He was speaking so nonchalantly. You couldn’t take your eyes away from Eddie’s fingers as they move quickly on the paper, then up to his lips to hold the stick between them. Guilt was eating you up quickly now. No matter how long it subsided, it always came back. Now, even more so since the muse of your sins is starting to figure you out. But then, you remembered: “f-fine, I mentioned that I would tell you after we finished, so m-maybe I’ll be ready t-to tell you then.”

“Looks like you better finish up those cards fast, because I’m ready to hear it all, baby.”

This was it. 

The beginning of your end. 

As you let Eddie use the table, you moved over to the couch, wanting to be far away from him for a little while. Trying to calm your nerves, think of the words to say, whether you would tell him the truth or not, theorizing what he would think of you if you did decide to confess: they were all reasons to stay apart. Especially so The Dealer didn’t see your shaky hands finish up the cue cards. 

Eddie is going to hate me — the words repeated in your head every few moments. You were his sweet girl, the one who read the Bible as often as he read the Lord of the Rings books, the one who needed him to explain dirty jokes to you that people said around school. You weren’t supposed to unknowingly sin for weeks on end with his voice being the imaginary guide to help you find the most relief. After hearing condemnation from your friend at Bible study and your beloved priest right afterwards, you weren’t so sure how your heart would take seeing Eddie’s disgust with you. At this rate, the cue cards were going to be ineligible when you two needed to glance down at them on Wednesday. 

Even from a few feet away, Eddie swears he could hear the gears turning in your head, alongside the continuous pattern of leg shaking. He felt bad, truly. You were always one to be so kind to everyone, so giving and polite. That no matter how much he wanted to know the dirty little secret that was causing you so much pain, what he really wanted to do was just take it all away. Eddie hoped that if you did decide to tell him the truth, that you would feel better afterwards. But, you wouldn’t be able to tell him anything clearly if you were full of anxiety. So he lit another cigarette, making sure you were still busy writing on cue cards with furrowed brows, and walked towards your father’s record player. The selection was absurd, but the soft instrumentals might help soothe your soul. 

In a way, The Dealer regrets teasing you so much about it. You were fine when you were distracted by the project, but now that it was almost over and you were amping yourself up to confess something – you looked like you were about to cry like you did this morning. It was both cute and caused a strain in his heart. Eddie thought back to seeing you first thing this morning and how much has happened to lead up to this point, as he sets a new record to play then jumps on the couch next to you. 

“Almost done, princess?”

“Y-yeah, this is the last card. But it’s messy since my hand hurts and I’m sleepy,” you try to lie a bit to see if he would mention you should sleep instead of having a basement confessional.

The lying was coming to you easily, you really were trying to hide something from him, Eddie thought. “Well then, I would call this an extremely successful night. We’re gonna ace this.”

“Hopefully, weren’t you failing this class because of the last test?”

“Yes, but now because of you, my little Angel, I’m gonna get my grades up,” he winked at you as he continued inhaling cigarette smoke and exhaling it behind him. 

“Please don’t call me that,” you said, putting down the cue cards on the table and then squeezing the fabric of your skirt out of sheer nervousness.

The way your heart was beating out of your chest was hurting you. It felt the same way yesterday when you walked to the confessional at church — and that didn’t turn out so well. So why would it be any different if you tell someone else your sins?

“You’ve been hot and cold all day. If it’s a serious problem and you don't want to tell me about it then maybe you should tell your parents.” 

You were so entranced by your own beating heart that you didn’t notice that Eddie put out his cigarette and sat right next to you in the middle of the couch, while you were leaning slightly on the left arm. 

“I couldn’t possibly tell them, Eddie. I’m already too scared to tell you,” you gasped with tears welling up in your eyes. 

He cautiously reached an arm around you, unsure if you would accept it or not — now that you weren’t distracted by the project, Eddie feared the aching feeling that occurred whenever you pulled away from him throughout the day. This time though, you welcomed it as he started to stroke your skin with this thumb. “It’s probably not as bad as you think it is. Hell, I’ve probably done a lot worse in the past three days,” Eddie chuckled in your ear. 

“Do you like sinning, Eddie?” It’s now or never, you decided to blurt out part of the thoughts lingering in your head. 

“What?”

“The things you do, the things you’re known for. My parents say it’s a form of sinning. But that doesn’t make you a bad person.”

You said your words nearly into his chest, as you went to face him but didn’t have the courage to look him in the eye. Eddie thought it was endearing, “do you think I’m a bad person?” He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know your answer though. 

“No,” you exclaimed. “Not at all. It’s just— 

“If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t need to—” he tried to cut you off, but your quiet voice took over the room. 

“If sinning is so bad, then why does it feel so good?” You finally said aloud the questions that were haunting you. “Why are you still the nicest person I know, when everyone else says that you could be a bad influence on me?”  you looked up at Eddie now, shivering at how close he was to your face. 

“On Sunday, I saw you walk out of the church,” things were starting to click. 

“I went to confession that day and —”

You sobbed, not being able to contain the conflicting emotions you were feeling. The guilt of your sins, and how you wanted nothing more than to do it again.

You’re going to Hell. This confessional is just going to seal it. 

“You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to. But it may make you feel better.” On the other hand, Eddie wants nothing more than to know your sins, and figure out why you wanted to keep it a secret from him. 

Judging by the way you’re continuously clenching your thighs together, he has an idea what it could be. 

“I shouldn’t,” you say nervously. Just then, Eddie unwraps his arm around you and you whimper at the lost comforting feeling. He kneels in front of you instead. His touch never left you though: placing a trail from your shoulder, to your back, then down your right arm to ultimately grasp your hands. As he held both your hands in one of his, the other stroked your thigh lightly before joining all four of your hands together. 

 You didn’t want to admit that it felt really good. 

“Trust me, anything you did that’s making you feel guilty, everyone else has probably done a million times worse,” Eddie said with a grin. 

“Promise not to tell?”

“Promise,” he tried to soothe your shaking legs by pressing his arm down on your thighs momentarily.

“A-and you won’t judge me?” You try to confirm it. 

“Never.”

You quiet your sobs for a moment, not even breathing, in order to hear if your mother had started getting ready for bed. She has, since the television in the living room was turned off and there were no sounds of footsteps in the kitchen. So you look at Eddie again, tears still escaping your eyes. 

Although he loves the vision of you shedding tears in his arms, he wipes some away with his sleeve. Then places his hand back down to your left thigh, stroking it slowly to try and calm you down. It works, but at the exact same time, it doesn’t. The town nominated the man in front of you as a pawn to Satan — and to you, he was just as bad as the snake in the garden of Eden. He’s the reason why you’re in this predicament. It’s his hands, lips, and tongue that you picture every night as you sin without guilt. Well, until this weekend. 

“Sometimes when I go to bed, it’s hard for me to fall asleep because there’s something bothering me. Like my body doesn’t want to sleep until I t-take care of it.” You try your best to not stutter as you whisper the genesis of your guilt. Eddie knows exactly where the words are leading to. It takes every ounce of strength in his body not to push you too hard for his perverted agenda. 

“What bothers you?” He asks while stroking your clenched hands with his left hand’s thumb. While the fingers on his right are circling your thigh in tiny patterns, inching closer to the hem of your skirt, but never going past it. 

“Everything,” you croak out. “Like I needed a massage on every inch of my skin.”

Eddie chooses his next words carefully, trying to get you to say what he wants to hear: the confession. “If massaging your back and neck makes you feel this guilty, I could always do it for you,” he smiles with a small chuckle, causing you to follow. 

“That’s not –”

“Then tell me,” he said through a smile. 

You clench your legs together out of nervousness. Only to notice that Eddie had placed his fingers atop the middle of your thighs, right where they met. Your thighs had accidentally squished the calloused digits – nearly causing you to want to whimper, but you spoke instead. 

“U-uhm, well,” you paused, “at night when I can’t sleep, there’s no need to massage my neck because that’s not the place that’s bothering me the most. It’s m-my–” Eddie’s eyes widen to urge you to continue.

“Remember, I promised not to judge you,” he says while stroking the skin of your hands in his. But you let your left hand leave the warmth, and moved it slowly to the silver crucifix at your neck. After a moment you made a trail down to the side of your hip — too afraid to point at the other spot that ached more. 

“Here, right here.” The way you bite your lip makes you think it’s about to draw blood. “I feel like I need to move my hips back and forth. S-so I do.” 

Eddie smiles, he’s getting there. It will only take a few more seconds until he hears the full confession, he can feel it. “That’s it, sweetheart? That’s not so bad, I’ve heard and done worse, trust me,” The Dealer says, trying to emit a competitive spirit within you to see if that will push you over the edge.

“No, the part that makes it a sin were my thoughts and what I did to them. You see, I–”

“There we go,” Eddie begins to massage between your clenched legs to try and pry them open so he could start stroking upon your inner thighs. Your body lets him before your mind has the opportunity to tell you otherwise. Your thighs are only an inch apart, but it’s enough room for Eddie to tease the sensitive skin.

“I get a pillow and put it between my legs. At first, I thought that maybe my muscles were stiff so that’s why I did it, honest,” you quietly exclaim to prove your innocent initial thoughts. 

“Don’t worry, babygirl,” he lifts the hand that’s holding yours and kisses your knuckles sweetly. The action makes you whimper. “Pillows are soft, they’re nice. I don’t see any sinning yet though,” he says deeply as a response to your story and both of your bodies tonight. 

“Then, I started to move my hips slowly because the rest of my body felt stiff. So I did, and it felt really n-nice,” you continue your story while barely looking him in the eye, but still following the movements of his hand on your thigh. “I kept going and going until I rolled over onto my stomach to get the ache from my muscles to go away from another angle.”

Eddie knew exactly what you were doing, and he prayed for the first time in a while to keep his hardness hidden from your beautifully tear-filled eyes. “Now that, my darling, is dirty. Tell me more.” If he wasn’t able to do anything with you tonight then at least he was going to memorize this story to replay in his imagination later. 

“The Devil took over me, the priest said the other day. He didn’t hear anything from me after what I just told you. But he was right, Eddie. My body moved on its own. There was this throbbing feeling that kept getting stronger.”

“Where was it doing that?” He asked with feign-innocence in his voice. He knew what you were going to say next, so Eddie lifted your skirt slightly so his fingers could make their way closer to your core. 

“You’re close to it now,” you can’t even say it out loud, so you squeeze his left hand out of nervousness – hoping that what you said is enough to satiate his curiosity. 

Eddie chuckles a bit at your innocence. “Oh, right here,” he places his right hand over your skirt now, laying it above your mound so you could get the picture. You nod hesitantly before he continues. “Did the throbbing feel good though?” he teases you with the question, and you nod again. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Y-yes, Eddie, it felt so good. At one point it was so strong, then it would go away.” There was a sense of sadness in your eyes as you pouted. “But, then I would do it again until I was sleepy.” 

His hand that’s holding yours, lets go for the first time so that he can hold your face with both hands.

Damn the Church for making you feel that way about your pleasure. If he had the chance, he would show you every single way the human body could reach its climax. That would be a real miracle that would make him believe in God. 

“So this is what has put you in such a mood for two days, huh? The words your priest has told you stuck in your head.” He wipes away the abundance of tears from your face so that you stop involuntarily swallowing the remnants of your emotions. 

“Well, it started Saturday, after Bible study. I was talking to my friend about it to see if she knew what I was talking about. She gasped so loud and told me it was sinning because of how I did it to myself and didn’t stop.”

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” he tried to ease your tension.

“But, Eddie,” you exclaimed a little too loudly. He even placed a finger on your lips to hush your tone— scared that you would wake your father up. “She is right. I did that every single day for weeks and weeks. With different things too. Like my stuffed panda, different pillows on my bed, and that towel you let me keep –” 

You’re not completely sure why you were confessing more to Eddie than you did to your own priest. Let alone confess one part about him. But it felt nice to get everything off your chest tonight.

“Look at me, making my cameo in your dirty fantasy,” he giggles before placing a kiss to the side of your mouth. It made you blush to feel his soft lips on your skin, you craved more. “What I’m understanding is that you haven’t been able to do this activity for three days now?” you nodded at the question, too scared to respond vocally because you might let some more slip. 

Eddie took a moment to think about what to say next. This was more difficult than writing a song or doing a math test. Plus, if the strain on his jeans was any indication of how badly he yearned to help you, then the dam was about to burst. 

Every single day for weeks and weeks, the words repeated in his head. 

That means every time he has sat next to you in fourth period, every time you talked to him at his locker, or whenever you sat with his club at lunch — Eddie was talking to an innocent Angel who masturbates and brings herself to multiple orgasms every night without even realizing it. If the man had known, he would’ve invited himself over earlier so he could assist you in your beautiful fantasy. Maybe so that you didn’t need to use his towel to get yourself off, but him instead. 

He continued, “why don’t I help you? That would make it better, won’t it?”

“B-but, that means you’re sinning too,” you squeak out quietly. Not sure if the tears still running down your face are from relief, guilt, or both. 

“I already always do,” he says with a smile. The Dealer keeps one hand on your face while the other places a trail of featherlight touches from your neck to the tops of your thighs. Once it’s there, he massages circles, causing you to rub them together unintentionally. “And you said it was a sin because you did it to yourself. What if I helped you and did all the work? That’s a loophole since this pretty little pussy you have won’t need to do anything.”

Hearing the word out loud made you shiver. Eddie had said it in a way that made you throb in the same way you did all those nights prior. “When you put it that way –”

“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to. Seriously, this can stop any time whenever you hear the Angel on your shoulder scream at you.”

“I have something else to confess, Eddie.” One of your hands met up with his at your thigh, stroking the veins on his hands that you imagined so often. “You’re my Devil: the only thing that crosses my mind when I sin, tempting me to do so much more,” the words spill out of your mouth quickly, since you feel comfortable enough with this confessional with him — he deserves to know what you’re thinking of. 

“Oh my God,” Eddie groans, squeezing your thigh and rutting against the couch so he could relieve some tension of his hardening member. He really thought he was going to be doing all the seduction tonight, but he was oh so wrong.

“Why do my sins make me feel so good, if they’re so bad?” you pause at the question you've asked about for the second time tonight . “If I’m damned like they say I am, then that means I’m going to Hell,” the quiet voice that emits from your throat is full of guilt and nervousness. 

“Then let's be damned and burn in Hell together, baby. You’re gonna love it,” Eddie says. 

Your Devil, your vessel of temptation, the one person who made you cross the line from being pure to the second-biggest sinner you know — leans forward to capture your lips with his, and oh how you loved it. 

-:-:-:-:-

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paradigm pt2 - seonghwa (m)

summary: is having sex with your coworker really a bad idea? no, right? because seonghwa is quite honestly perfect. perfect, but annoying. a teasing day at work leads to a long night, and a conversation the next day. time to play by seonghwa’s rules.

word count: 7.2k

warnings: smut!!!!! dom!seonghwa (still a little switchy? kinda?), afab reader, tying up/ropes, edging/orgasm control, protected sex, oral (f receiving), not proofread sorry!

part one / masterlist

your shifts with seonghwa before you slept together were usually pretty fun. more bearable than a normal shift, that’s for sure. but now you’re practically counting down the time until you get to leave. you’re even spending more time in the kitchen, claiming you’re doing inventory on bar essentials so you don’t have to be out there in such close quarters with seonghwa.

why?

because seonghwa has become insufferable. 

before you fucked his brains out, he was flirtatious, sure. you’d noticed how his eyes would sweep over you before responding, or how he’d daintily touch your waist as he passed behind you so as to not bump you into the bar. he’d say cheeky things, he’d tease you, but it was all playful coworker stuff. now? now he’s more determined. pointed. almost like he’s trying to prove something to you. it’s like you showed him what you were capable of back at your apartment, and now he’s trying to show you just how bold he can be in return.

today, you’re taking extra time in the kitchen finding all the produce you need to restock the bar while seonghwa is out there unlocking all the good liquor and dusting bottles off before customers start coming in. you’ve even convinced wooyoung to make a fresh batch of sour mix for you, claiming that making the base syrup from scratch will help the drinks taste better. wooyoung did it, even though he knows the restaurant has a stock of sour mix that could last a year if necessary, but he won’t pass up on the opportunity to have a friend with him in the back for a little longer. 

“is seonghwa here yet?” wooyoung asks you as you dump a container of lemons on the worktop next to him. “make him come back here and juice those for me.”

“i can do it,” you say, looking for a cutting board, but wooyoung tsking stops you.

“no, i really want him back here so i can see the sexual tension between you two for myself,” he teases, and you roll your eyes.

“fuck you.”

“that’s hwa’s job.”

“what’s my job?” seonghwa’s deep voice asks from a few feet behind you. he must have just walked in. “please tell me i don’t have to juice lemons, i can already tell y/n’s gonna ‘delegate’ cutting them up to me.”

“uh, i was gonna do it,” you say defensively. seonghwa eyes you like he doesn’t believe it, but he lets you continue. “we were talking about you bothering me.”

“doesn’t wooyoung do that more than i do?”

“hey!”

“no,” you say, coming to his defense. “woo’s actually been helping me a lot lately.”

“so that’s why you spend so much of your shifts back here then?” seonghwa asks, quirking an eyebrow at you in a challenge. oh, so he’s noticed. “that’s why i’m back here. boss wants you up front, actually. said you need to reorder more white but wants to talk to you about what you put on the order form.”

“yeah, he’s gonna tell me we can’t get the snoop dogg wine,” you sigh as you lay out everything for the lemons. “i’ll go talk to him. but hwa, that means you do have to juice the lemons for me,” you say sweetly, clasping your hands in front of you and fluttering your lashes at him. to your surprise, he doesn’t put up a fight and blushes while politely pushing you out of the way so he can get to work. with that, you leave them both in the kitchen and practice what you’re gonna say to your boss when he asks why you made such ridiculous wine choices.

while you’re up front fighting for the celebrity wine collection of your dreams, seonghwa and wooyoung work in silence. wooyoung keeps eyeing seonghwa though, like he’s waiting for him to say something. finally, wooyoung’s attention span gets the better of him and he lowers the burner before turning to face hwa directly. seonghwa looks up questioningly, but goes back to work when wooyoung doesn’t say something immediately. 

“oh come ON,” wooyoung whines, practically falling into seonghwa’s side. “tell me what happened between you two.”

“that’s none of your business.”

“please?”

“no.”

“pretty please?”

“no, leave me alone.”

“fine,” wooyoung sighs, turning back to his work. “if nothing happened between you then i guess you won’t mind me asking y/n out for drinks after work tonight?”

“that’s fine,” seonghwa says, clearing his throat. he finishes juicing the last lemon and takes the carcasses over to the trash. while he wipes his hands, he tells wooyoung, “if y/n comes back here can you tell her to check the walk in for me? i thought we had more of those nasty ipas but i can’t find any.”

“why don’t you do it?” wooyoung asks suspiciously.

“i’m going to the bathroom,” seonghwa says simply. wooyoung nods like he doesn’t believe him, but he stays in place stirring the syrup so it doesn’t crystalize. he’s busy fishing a seed out of the fresh lemon juice when you come back to the kitchen.

“where’d seonghwa go?” you ask, and wooyoung points a finger to the back of the room.

“he’s waiting for you in the walk in,” he replies. you start to ask questions, but wooyoung cuts you off. “hey, i don’t know. just go back there and see what he wants. and don’t embarrass me in front of the food, i have to serve that later.”

unsure, you go back to the cooler wondering what seonghwa could want. you don’t get too deep into thought though, because you open the door and suddenly seonghwa is carefully grabbing you by the neck and pulling you in for a kiss. the door to the cooler closes behind you, shrouding you both in darkness save for the pathetic lightbulb on a string above you. in the shadows, seonghwa’s features are sharpened so much that when he pulls back it almost takes your breath away to see how chiseled he looks like this. he smirks at the look in your eyes, licking his lips before diving back in, this time holding you in place by the hips so you can’t escape. his tongue teases your lips, and the second you part them to let him in he detaches from you completely. breathless, you look at him confused while he speaks.

“if wooyoung asks you out tonight, say no,” he tells you, and then he’s gone, leaving you alone, skin burning despite the cold air around you.

-

the rest of your shift with seonghwa was odd, to say the least. you had to finish up with the accoutrement you had in the kitchen, and despite wooyoung’s pestering you didn’t tell him what was going on. he also didn’t ask you out, so you’re not sure why seonghwa mentioned that in the walk in. you’re also trying to figure out what happened in there, but if you think about it too long you start remembering the warmth of his lips and that’s a dangerous place for you to go.

it’s even more dangerous when you head back out to the bar, containers of lemon and lime slices in one arm and your jug of fresh sour mix in the other. seonghwa sees you totally not struggling and he rushes over to help, placing a hand on your waist as he reaches for one of the containers. 

“i got it,” you say defensively, and he kind of backs off but watches you with an unreadable look in his eyes. he lets you do your thing, managing to place everything into the proper wells in the bar without dropping anything despite your awkward form. 

“you heard about the company party coming in today?” seonghwa decides to ask, continuing to watch you as he speaks. “we’ll be closed until dinner for the private party, so should be an easy shift.”

“sounds good,” you say tightlipped. “did he say when they’re coming in?”

“soon.”

“great, thanks, so helpful.”

“what’s wrong with you?” he asks with a playful smile. “cat got your tongue?”

“so you’re a cat now?” you quip back, and seonghwa cracks a genuine smile.

“no?” he says after thinking for a moment. “i’m just me.”

“shame,” you sigh. “i’ve been thinking about getting a kitten.” you brush past seonghwa, cringing but satisfied with the stunned look he’s giving you in return. you go about your business, making sure everything is where you like it to be before your boss starts coming around to say the company party should be arriving soon. you and seonghwa fall into a rhythm as things pick up, and you don’t have time to think about the weird energy between you. you try your best to ignore the way you catch him staring at you out of the corner of your eye, or how he delicately holds your waist as he passes behind you during the rush. you could be imagining it, but it seems like every time his hands find your waist they’re holding you tighter and tighter, closer and closer to seonghwa. the last time he does it you swear he slides his fingertips under your shirt to just barely graze your skin, but it could’ve been an accident. still, you keep working. 

after the initial rush, you’ve got a minute to rest and seonghwa says he’s slipping away to bring some more beer from the walk in. you let him leave, and step off to the side to make yourself a cup of water. as you’re sipping and absentmindedly picking at a string on your shirt, you miss the man walking up to the bar in front of you. 

“drinking on the job?” he asks, wearing the sleaziest smirk you’ve ever seen. “didn’t peg you for a bad girl.”

“what can i get for you?” you divert, ignoring his comment and the greasy way he’s staring at you. 

“what do you recommend?” he asks as he starts getting too comfortable at the stool in front of you.

“something simple?” you offer, wanting to get him away as quickly as possible. “how about an old fashioned?”

“i like the way you think,” he replies with a nod and a smile. you get to work on the drink and don’t notice the way he watches you while you make it. as you’re looking for the cherries, seonghwa comes back from the kitchen with enough beer in tow to fill the fridge by your feet. he notices the guy immediately and doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t engage and just kneels by you so he can restock. he knocks into you on “accident” and you look down to see him glancing up at you with a questioning look in his eyes. he nods toward the bar and you know he’s asking about the guy, so you just shrug and finish the drink. you turn, ready to get rid of your admirer, and seonghwa listens on discreetly.

“hope you enjoy the party, you’re all good to go,” you say quickly, placing a napkin down before slamming the drink in front of him. 

“i don’t know, i think i might just make my place right here,” he replies, taking a healthy gulp of the drink. “i’m gonna need a lot more of these, sweet thing, so you better get used to me.”

“she said you’re good to go,” seonghwa chimes in, standing up. “enjoy the drink man.”

“you her bodyguard or something?” 

“no, but it looks like your party is getting started so i’d recommend you head back over there big guy,” seonghwa says very calmly, and you’re a little startled at the silent rage you can feel radiating off of him. you watch as the man stares seonghwa down, but he holds his ground and the man just downs his drink and walks away. seonghwa looks to the side, catching your eye. 

“my knight in shining armor,” you sigh, putting your hand on his arm. you can feel the muscle flexing under his sleeve, and you have to keep yourself from squeezing it to admire how strong he is. you just let him go instead, but as you try to step away he softly grabs your wrist. you look down at where you’re connected, and back up to his eyes boring into you. he uses his hold on you to pull you a little closer, and his lips just barely graze your ear as he speaks.

“after shift. my apartment.”

and then he’s gone, detached from your side and suddenly very interested in wiping down the bar. you try to catch his eye, to find him staring at you cheekily again, but now it’s like you don’t even exist. you decide to let him play whatever game he thinks he’s playing, but you’re gonna do your best to play along. what’s wooyoung doing on his break, you wonder? 

since it’s a little slow right now, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. seonghwa watches you intently as you walk away, but he doesn’t think anything of it. he surely doesn’t assume that you’re about to go find wooyoung and ask him about that date. it isn’t until he realizes you’ve been gone much longer than a bathroom break that seonghwa starts to worry, so he shoots you a quick text, telling you it’s picking up again and he needs you up front, which isn’t wrong. you respond with a quick ‘k’ and then you’re emerging from the kitchen, a cheeky smile gracing your lips that you’re failing to hide. 

“what took you so long?” seonghwa grumbles as you pass behind him and you shrug.

“just needed a break after talking to mr. greasebag,” you reply. “thanks for getting rid of him by the way.”

“don’t mention it,” seonghwa brushes it off. “he was bothering me too.”

“really?” you ask, surprised. “how?”

“i don’t like seeing you upset,” he says, and then a customer pulls him away, leaving you unsure of how to take that sweet sentiment. 

your shift carries on, a steady stream of people coming up to the bar so that you’re not overwhelmed but you don’t get another still moment until the party is almost over. you’re actually thrilled you won’t be working the dinner shift after this, because now you’re exhausted. you and seonghwa go about resetting the bar for the next bartenders, and you smile when you see wooyoung emerge from the kitchen. 

“what are you doing up here?” seonghwa asks.

“aw, not happy to see me?” wooyoung pouts, and you can’t help but giggle at the way seonghwa glares back at him. “don’t need you though, i’m here for y/n.”

“yeah, just gimme a sec,” you tell him, and he nods before leaning against the bar to watch you work. you start to pass by seonghwa to clean the mats in your hands, but a firm grip on your arm stops you cold. 

“i thought i said to tell him no,” he all but growls in your ear, and you can’t contain your smirk as you reply.

“yeah, but there were no rules for what to do if i asked him out,” you say simply, and you turn around to get back to work, leaving seonghwa steaming behind you. he goes back to work, watching as wooyoung leans over the bar to giggle about something with you. when he sits back down, seonghwa joins you at the sink, politely gesturing for the spray nozzle so he can get the gross bits out of the container in his hand. you let him have space next to you, and he starts rinsing out the bin but angles it just so and sprays water all over you.

“oops,” he frowns, glancing over your soaking shirt. “shame.”

“seonghwa? what the fuck?!” you shriek. “i can’t go out like this!” 

“what’d you do man?” wooyoung asks from behind you, but he’s out of both your minds by now.

“cmon, i have an extra shirt in my locker,” seonghwa says as he guides you by the hip. he looks over to wooyoung and says, “she’ll go out with you another night kid.”

“i could help her-”

“wooyoung,” you hiss, looking at him and trying to send a signal that the plan worked. he looks confused for a second, then it clicks. you wanted to rile seonghwa up the whole time, and that’s obviously worked, so wooyoung’s job here is done. he watches on proudly as seonghwa leads you to the back, and once he has you by the lockers you shrug him off. 

“ah, don’t be a baby,” seonghwa chides. “you set this up.”

“did not.”

“did too!”

“whatever,” you sigh while seonghwa shuffles in his locker. “just give me your shirt so i can go home. i need to wash this shit off me now.”

“no?” seonghwa says, standing as he hands you the shirt. he leans in closer to you as he speaks. “did you forget? you’re coming with me, kitten. now go change so we can leave without your nipples saying hi to everyone in the restaurant.”

-

the ride to seonghwa’s apartment was tense, mostly because he was trying to act like he’s not currently taking you home to rock your shit while that’s all you can think about. seonghwa was asking you about this new album by an artist you like, then he told you about a restaurant he tried that just opened by his house. meanwhile, you’re carefully watching the way his hand grips the steering wheel, or trying hard not to notice how nice his thighs look as he drives. 

“stop doing that,” seonghwa finally says, and your eyes snap to his face, your cheeks warm knowing that you got caught staring.

“stop doing what?”

“looking at me like you wanna fuck me.”

“but i do, that’s why i’m here.”

“yeah, but stop doing it,” he says sternly. “at least while i’m driving. it’s distracting. makes me wanna pull over and have my way with you right here.”

“i’m not opposed,” you start to say, and seonghwa’s hand falls to your thigh, giving it a warning squeeze.

“no,” he replies. “behave, it’s just a few more minutes.”

“you’re mean,” you mumble, slumping further into your seat.

“you like it,” he says with a smirk, and that finally shuts you up. seonghwa’s smile grows but he tries to hide it as he takes the turn for his street. you’ve never been to his place before, but just from friendly talk at work you always knew he lived on this side of town. it’s nice, you think. very clean cut neighborhood, a modern looking building that seonghwa stops in front of. it’s all very him, sleek and strong and nice to look at. the feeling of seonghwa’s hand leaving your thigh pulls you from your thoughts, and then he’s coming around to your side of the car to help you out. he keeps an arm around you as you walk into the building, on the elevator, and down the hall to his apartment. once the door’s open and he welcomes you inside, you’re met with a sight and a scent that reminds you of home. it envelopes you at the door and you take a deep breath, letting it out in a yelp when seonghwa surprises you with a kiss to your neck. “what are you doing?” he asks, continuing to kiss along your skin.

“smells nice in here,” you hum, “just admiring that i’m about to sleep with a guy that knows how to keep a clean apartment.”

“y/n please tell me you don’t usually fuck losers with stinky houses,” he says, pulling back from you slightly. 

“don’t say it like that,” you laugh, turning to look at him. he lets his arms drape around your waist, caging you against him. you rest your hands on his chest as you continue. “you know how hard it’s been for me to find a man.”

“good thing i’m right here,” he says with a smug smile, and you have to ignore the weird way your heart jumps at his words.

“so,” you say as you play with a spot on his shirt.

“so.”

“what are your rules?”

“hm,” he thinks for a moment. “go lay down on the bed, shirt off.”

“dang, you’re copying me now?” you tease, and a quick pinch to your ass sets you in motion. you pull back from seonghwa and ask, “where’s your room, boss man?”

“on the left,” he replies. “get comfortable.”

you take your time walking to his room, waiting until you’ve disappeared down the hall to pull your (seonghwa’s) shirt off and drop it on the floor outside what you assume is his room. you walk inside and that’s immediately confirmed by the clean bed, the tidy shelves with all of his collectibles you’ve heard about, and the smell. it smells like seonghwa, and you wander around the room, taking it in but also looking for the source of the sweet, fresh scent that follows him everywhere. you find some lotion and sprays over by his closet, and you’re caught snooping when seonghwa appears in the doorway. you hear him scoff, and you look up with his lotion in your hand.

“is this what you’ve been using lately?” you ask, and he nods.

“ok, i know i told you to get comfortable, but this isn’t what i meant,” he chuckles, sauntering over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “at least you took your shirt off, you can sort of follow directions.”

“i’m working on it,” you assure him, and he pulls you closer to his body roughly. you can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass, and you take in a breath at the touch.

“since you can’t do what i ask the first time, i’m changing my rules a little bit,” he whispers gravely into your ear. “lay down on the bed. now.” you do as he says, skin warming at the dark way seonghwa’s staring at you. you can tell something in him has changed, and you’re excited to see this side of him. he slowly takes his shirt off before joining you, climbing over you until his arms are beside your head and his bulge is level with your core. he quickly traps your lips in a kiss, one of his hands carding through your hair to clear it from your face completely. you easily fall into a rhythm, brushing your hands over his cheeks to cup his face above you as he explores your mouth. kissing him is nice, his lips are so soft and he’s so ready to devour you. you haven’t felt wanted like this in a long time, but the more you’re with seonghwa the more confident you feel.

“hey,” you say when he pulls away to take a breath. “you’re good at that.”

“what, making out?” he smiles, and you nod. you kiss him again, but he pulls away again. “i like when you tell me what i’m good at. say more stuff.”

“you’re good at driving me insane,” you start off.

“really? good or bad thing?”

“yes,” you reply, and he buries his face in your neck as laughs. “i like it though. like today at work, you were driving me crazy. but honestly? since you kissed me in the cooler i’ve been all tingly. you’re good at that too, making me feel things i’ve never felt before.” seonghwa places one last kiss on your lips before sitting up.

“ok, speaking of,” he starts. “i want to try something. i’ve done it before but i’m not sure if you have, and if you don’t like it, just tell me, i’ll stop, it won’t bother me-”

“hwa,” you cut him off. “just say it, i trust you.”

“can i tie you up?” he asks finally. “keep you from touching what’s not yours.”

“yeah, you can,” you whisper, your heartbeat picking up at the thought. seonghwa pecks you softly before getting up, heading to his closet to grab something from the top shelf. his hand emerges with silk restraints, and you feel yourself clench around nothing. 

“need you naked first,” he says, and you wait for him to make another move, but he just stays watching you. “y/n?” he asks darkly, “said i need you naked. are you that bad at doing what i say?”

“no,” you reply shyly, making quick work of your pants and the final few garments left on your body. when you take your panties off you gasp, feeling the cool air hit your pussy. it’s so wet that seonghwa can see it glistening from where he stands, and you watch as he literally licks his lips while he checks you out. once you’re fully undressed, you sit with your hands in your lap, waiting for seonghwa to tell you what to do next.

“can i tie your arms together?” he asks, and you nod. “what about your legs? can i tie them to the bed, or is that too much?”

“you’re kinky,” you say with an excited smile, and seonghwa blushes. “do whatever you want with me, if it’s too much i’ll tell you.”

“ok,” he says sweetly, and then he gets to work. he helps you lay down, starting with your arms. “hold them out for me, wrists together.” you do as he says, and he coos, “good girl.” he starts by wrapping the silk around your wrists a few times, checking the tightness before he moves to attach the silk to his headboard. once everything is secure, he kisses down your arms, over your shoulder, across your collarbone. he stops right below your chin to suck a love bite onto your skin, pulling away with your skin still trapped between his teeth. you mewl at the feeling, and he kisses further down your body, kissing down the valley of your chest and further down to your core. he ignores where you need him most, instead kissing down the inside of your thighs. he sits up again, pulling more silk from the end of the bed. “spread your legs for me,” he instructs, and you do as he says. he takes your right ankle in his hand, carefully wrapping it like he did with your wrists. he gets off the bed then, taking care to tie your restraint to the bed frame. he crosses the bed and does the same with your left leg, tugging just slightly to get you to open up for him more. once he’s satisfied with his work, he steps back and admires you all splayed out for him. he’s standing there too long for your liking, so you squirm, and he tsks. “can’t be patient? i’m enjoying the view.”

“it’s better up close,” you tell him. “promise.”

“is it?” he asks, and you nod as he climbs back onto the bed. he stops at your core, staring up at you from between your legs. you’re watching his every move, and with his eyes locked onto yours, he blows directly on your cunt, causing you to squirm again, but the ties hold you in place. you whimper, and seonghwa smiles like the devil himself. “what’s wrong?” he asks in mock concern, and you whine again. “use your words.”

“eat me out,” you beg.

“that’s all you wanted?” he asks, and you nod frantically. “don’t come until i tell you to,” he warns, and then he’s diving in. he latches onto your clit, sucking on it harshly and making you cry out. he licks down to your entrance, groaning at the taste, and he slips his tongue in to gather more of your arousal. he pulls back, licking his lips before he says, “how have i gone this long without tasting your pussy? it’s divine.”

“divine?” you laugh, but seonghwa’s tongue back on your clit quiets the rest of your smart remark.

“you’re cocky for someone tied up and at my mercy right now,” he says into your cunt, and the vibration sends a jolt through your core. “mm, i love how you react to me.”

“and how is that?”

“like no one’s touched you like this before,” he says before he spreads your lips and finds your entrance again. he loves the taste of you, alternating between playing with your hole and kitten licking your bundle of nerves. soon you can feel the coil tightening in your stomach, and before you know it, seonghwa’s pulling back from you completely. 

“what, i-”

“i said you can’t come until i say,” he reminds you, and you let out a pathetic sound. “don’t whine, it’ll feel better in the end. are you still good though?”

“i’d be better if you let me come-”

“you talk too much,” he shakes his head, kneeling between your legs as he finishes undressing himself. he stands at the foot of the bed to kick his pants and his boxers off, stroking himself as he admires you before him, chest rising and falling rapidly and core dripping in the most sinful way possible. he walks to the side of the bed, cock still in his hand, and when he reaches your head he simply says, “suck.”

you turn to the side and open your mouth, welcoming him in as seonghwa leans against the bed to bury his cock down your throat. he groans at the familiar warmth, and you didn’t realize how badly you wanted this too. you try your best to bob on his cock, but all you can really do is hollow your cheeks and let seonghwa fuck your throat. you do your best to watch him above you, core clenching at the way he’s falling apart. he looks down and catches your eye, and he gets an idea. he leans down over you so that his hand can reach your clit, and he starts rubbing harsh circles over it as you work on his cock.

“keep your eyes on me,” he says, and you try to look up at him as best you can. “there she is. need to know when you’re close, keep watching me baby.” you moan at his words, jaw falling slack as his speed picks up on your clit. he slips out of your mouth, saliva and precum dribbling on your lips. his cock falls to your cheek, further making a mess of you, and seonghwa moans as he watches on in awe. he takes his free hand and uses it to guide his cock across your cheek, your tongue out to catch him, but he just makes a mess of you instead, his hand dipping down to your entrance to fuck two fingers into your core. “you look so good like this baby. i like it messy.”

“i’m,” you gasp, “i’m gonna come.” and then his hands are pulled from you completely, and he steps back from the bed altogether. you whine, arms tugging at your restraints to reach for him or to go to your core and finish what seonghwa started. he just chuckles at you struggling, reaching into his nightstand for a condom.

“i would ask you to put this on for me,” he says before tearing the package with his teeth, “but you’re a little tied up right now.”

“is that supposed to be funny,” you groan, mouth watering at the way seonghwa strokes himself before rolling the condom down his length. he finally lays on top of you again, and he kisses you deeply. your hands tug again, wishing you could run your hands through his hair, pull him closer, because he still feels so far away. you jolt in sensitivity feeling his cock at your entrance, and you let out a silent scream as he sheathes himself inside you.

“oh fuck baby,” he groans. “forgot how warm you are. shit.”

“you feel so good seonghwa. fit inside me so well.”

“like i was made for you,” he says, and you moan his name, causing a shiver to run down his spine. he slowly starts to build his pace, thrusting all the way out and all the way back in, but your restraints are so tight they hold you in place. seonghwa’s hand finds your clit again, and your legs start to go numb as he draws his name into your mound. you try to kick out, trying to tell him it’s too much, you can’t take it, but he’s always a step ahead of you, pulling out and leaving his hand on your waist as you gasp for air.

“please, seonghwa,” you beg, tears starting to form in your eyes. “i can’t take it, i need to come. please let me come, please. i’ll be so good, i promise.”

“you’ve done well,” he nods. “but you can take one more.”

“no i can’t!” you cry, and he shakes his head. 

“you can and you will,” and then he’s reaching back down to your core, slapping against your clit and watching gleefully as you jerk with the contact. when he stops, he dips his fingers back to your core, easily sliding three digits in. he scissors you slowly, stretching you for his cock once more, and he pulls at that soft spot inside you just right. you’re crying out, so close to the edge, if he would just press a little harder-

and then he’s pulling back from you again, your entire body shaking, arms and legs thrashing against your ties. tears are streaming down your face and you look at seonghwa, dried spit and precum on your cheeks. he could come just at the sight of you, but he decides you’ve had enough and fucks into you again. his pace this time is relentless, close to his own release. he doesn’t bother with your clit this time, knowing by the way you’re helplessly begging please over and over again that you won’t need much to fall of the edge this time. he tugs your chin up, silently asking you to look at him, and you admire the sweat dripping down his forehead and the way he looks at you like you own the world. you smile slightly through your tears, and seonghwa squeezes your chin in his hand.

“please,” you whisper, voice teary and eyes blurry. you watch a soft smile take over seonghwa’s features briefly before that dark look returns to his eyes.

“come with me baby,” he says. “come with me, now, you can do it, keep watching me-” and then you’re crying out, pussy spasming over his cock as he buries his load in the condom. your entire body is shaking, hands and feet going numb at the sensation. seonghwa stops moving, but you’re jerking with the aftershock of your orgasm, and he stills on top of you to give you time to come down. you remember feeling him pull out of you, and you remember the soft kisses he placed to your forehead as he untied your limbs, but after that you just remember feeling warm and at peace as you drifted off to sleep.

-

when you wake up the next day, your first thought is that you’re home in your bed. but a slight shift in your posture tells you you’re not alone, seonghwa’s long limbs tangled with yours under his plush blanket. your face warms as you remember what you did last night, and then your chest warms as you feel seonghwa’s arms pull you closer into his chest. 

“morning,” he grumbles into the back of your neck. “how’d you sleep?”

“fine,” you start. “but i feel like i’m wearing the world’s largest backpack right now.”

“hm, too bad,” he sighs, holding you even tighter. “‘m tired.”

“go back to sleep,” you tell him, reaching for the top of the comforter to peel it away from your body. seonghwa’s hand comes out quickly to stop you, softly trapping you in his embrace under the covers. 

“if i go back to sleep then so do you,” he says. “i owe you breakfast, so you have to stay.”

“no you don’t-”

“don’t argue,” he says before yawning. he stills again, and you think he’s drifted off when he speaks again. “you’re not gonna go back to sleep are you?” 

“no,” you laugh, and you can feel the smile on his lips as he kisses your bare shoulder. 

“fine,” he groans, untangling from you and laying on his back. you roll over to watch him, eyes following the way his muscles twist and contract as he sits up to stretch. “what do you want to eat?”

“french toast,” you reply immediately, and seonghwa smiles. “and coffee.”

“coffee i have, french toast i’ll have to order,” he says as he reaches for his phone.

“do you mind if i go make some then?” you ask, and he looks at you skeptically.

“you’re not trying to dip out on me are you?” he asks warily, and you smile.

“i’ll bring this with me to prove i’m coming back,” you say as you stand up, gripping the comforter around yourself to combat the cold of seonghwa’s apartment. “want me to turn the heat on?”

“please,” seonghwa begs. “my nipples are so hard they’re gonna freeze and fall off.”

“sexy,” you laugh as you look for some slippers or something to keep your feet warm before you leave. seonghwa watches on fondly while you shuffle around his room ridiculously. “so coffee?”

“i would tell you to make yourself at home but you’re good at doing that already,” he says. “everything you need is in the cabinet above the coffee maker, just yell if you need something.”

“gotcha,” you say as you slide yourself into the hallway, the comforter trailing behind you like a cape. seonghwa feels some type of way seeing you so comfortable in his space, using his things like your own. he tries to shake that feeling as he scrolls on his phone for the right restaurant. 

meanwhile, you’re nosing around in his kitchen. you found the coffee easily enough, but you got bored as you waited for it to brew. you start looking around his kitchen, noting the kind of snacks he has, counting up all the things he’s stolen from the restaurant (he has more than you do, which is impressive). you find yourself staring at what’s on his fridge, a collection of magnets from places he must have visited mixed in with some silly pop culture ones. you notice a little calendar too, and you realize quickly it’s got his work schedule on it. no, you don’t have his schedule memorized, but you do remember how often you see him in a week, so. shut up. but as you’re looking, you notice something else. on the days that he’s marked as working, every once in a while there’s a little star drawn down in the corner too. you wonder what that could mean when you hear seonghwa clearing his throat behind you.

“food should be here in 30 minutes,” he says simply, an eyebrow quirked as he watches you back away from his fridge like you totally weren’t just reading his personal calendar. then you notice that he’s fully dressed, sweats and a comfy sweater, and a chill runs down your spine.

“hey, you took away my favorite view,” you pout, and he chuckles as he walks up to you, holding out a pile of clothes. “these aren’t mine.”

“i know,” he says. “you came in your uniform, remember? the one i soaked?”

“cheeky.”

“it’s in the wash right now,” he says, ignoring you and pushing the clothes into your hands. “go change into this so you’ll stop shivering, you can change into your uniform when you leave for work. it should be done by then.”

“you want me to stay all day?” you ask, your heart picking up speed as you take the clothes from hwa.

“well, i mean, we woke up pretty late,” he starts, hand flying to the back of his neck in embarrassment. “so it won’t be that long, i just, i figured that’s how long it would take for your uniform to dry. that’s all.”

“take a breath, hwa,” you laugh, and the blush on his cheeks deepens. “if i’m staying all day then i’m making you watch that show i told you about.”

“that’s fine,” he nods, and you start walking toward his room. “put my comforter back properly, please.”

“so bossy,” you call over your shoulder, and then you’re back in his room to change. the clothes he gave you are warm, did he toss them in the dryer? either way, you slide them on and then get to work making the bed. once you’re satisfied, or you at least think seonghwa would be satisfied, you head back to the kitchen, following the smell of coffee. you find seonghwa leaning against the counter, and when he sees you dressed head to toe in his clothes he can’t help but smile. he’s been trying hard to figure out what it is that he feels for you, and the longer you stay here the more complicated his thoughts are getting. 

“i didn’t know how you take your coffee,” seonghwa tells you, gesturing to the mug of coffee he poured for you. he’s got creamer and sugar out next to it, but you take the warm cup and take a sip before deciding what to add. 

“do you have cinnamon?” you ask, and he thinks for a moment before he puts his mug down and turns to one of his cabinets. after messing around in there for a few seconds, he finds a measly container of cinnamon and passes it to you gently.

“can i say something?” he asks out of the blue, and you nod, encouraging him to continue as you stir your coffee. “you look hot in my clothes.”

“oh,” you cough, the sip you were in the middle of taking going down the wrong way. seonghwa rushes to your side, patting your back to help clear your throat. “thanks?”

“sorry if that was weird, i just-”

“what are we, seonghwa?” you ask, and he stops cold. “like, i don’t wanna go there, but i think we have to, right? i mean, you’ve been looking at me weird all morning, and i’ve been feeling things i don’t understand, and i know we like to fuck but...should it be more than that?”

“do you want it to be more than that?” he asks, and now you’re not sure what to say. “because, honestly, i’d be willing to try.”

“oh,” you squeak out. “al-alright.”

“alright?” he laughs. “that’s it? what do you want from this? no judgement, i swear.”

“what are those little stars for on your calendar?” you ask instead, and seonghwa’s face turns a precious shade of red.

“um, that’s for the days that we work together,” he answers, and you’re sure your face is so red it matches his now. “not sure why, but i look forward to those shifts for some reason.”

“hm, wonder why,” you say with a shy smile, sipping from your coffee to hide it. but seonghwa is still watching you, and you start again. “so you want to try...? try what exactly?”

“well, a lot of things,” he says suggestively, and you roll your eyes. “with you, obviously. but among them i think, maybe, a date?”

“that would be nice,” you agree, and seonghwa smiles proudly. 

“noted,” he nods. “i’ll think of something nice.”

“can’t wait.”

[fanficwriter101]

CHEATED

Pairing: Solo Sikoa x Reader x Jimmy

Warning: None, some slight smut in the next chapter

Tonight’s episode of Friday night Smackdown is like no other, the reason behind that is the fact that your man Jimmy, is finally getting the spotlight he deserves. Not that he hasn’t been getting any, but he and his twin brother Jey are separated for the first time, so that means they won’t be sharing spotlights no more. You were so excited and happy for him, now he can show his true potential on his own and you’ve never been more proud.

Kicking off the show was none other than Jimmy Uso interrupting the returning John Cena and starting their feud in the process. You watched as the scene unfold between the two male athletes. Jimmy attempted a super kick but fails, and ended up getting an Attitude Adjustment. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t see that coming. Jimmy is now playing as a heel character, and you’re loving every minute of it.

Right beside you stood Solo Sikoa, who is also watching everything unfold. You find it funny that Jimmy just recently left the bloodline, and now he’s trying to weasel his way back in after Jey moved to Raw. So now everybody’s confused, especially Solo.

“just look at him, he is doing so well on his own so far, don’t you think, Joe?” you couldn’t hide your excitement, and it’s honestly kind of embarrassing to you. You felt like you were acting like a teenager in love. Solo didn’t say much, he just observed you with his usual stance. You both weren’t even on camera, so him staying in character makes things funnier for you.

“Oh! Looks like he’s on his way backstage” You did a little dance as you said. Solo merely shook his head. Seeing you act like this has got to be the cutest things he’s ever witnessed. It’s no secret to anyone that Solo likes you, even you know that. But you are dating his older brother so that makes things a little awkward. However, you do cherish him as a friend. You both went through a lot together during your time in the NXT. But when you were moved up to the main roster, you both slowly drifted away, and you ended up getting closer to Jimmy and Jey. Obviously one thing lead to another and here you are, dating Jimmy, for almost a year now.

Your one year anniversary is coming up very soon, you were hoping Jimmy remembers so you guys could do something to celebrate. Just the thought of it makes your heart want to explode.

You were completely lost in thoughts, you failed to realize Solo calling out your name. “Huh?” you snapped out of it and veered your focus on Solo, who is raising an eyebrow at you. “Sorry, I was distracted” You say, until a voice behind you scared you. “Yeah you was” You turned around to find Jimmy smiling down at you and quickly embraced him. “Jon!” “Aye, baby. Did you see me out there?” you pulled away from Jimmy and nodded. “Yes, you kinda got rearranged out there” You joked. Jimmy gave you a funny look, “Rearranged? You sure you was watching? I ain’t got rearranged” He clicked his tongue before smiling. You giggled in response just as Jimmy shifts his focus in his brother. “Aye man” He extended his arm for Solo to shake his hand, but Solo just stood there with that same cold expression and arms crossed.

Jimmy played it off and awkwardly gave himself the handshake. “Aiight aiight. We cool” You merely shook your head at him for being such a goof sometimes. “Anyway, I gotta head back to my locker room and shower real quick and then we can get out of here” He smiled. You nodded in response. “And I’ll be right here, waiting” you grinned. “You aight?” He questioned, clearly a little worried about your energy level. “Couldn’t be better” You let out another toothy grin, this time Jimmy just gives you a funny look and walks away. “I'll be right back”

Solo stood there watching you act like a complete fool of yourself before shaking his head. You noticed this as soon as you turned to face him. “What?” “You acting childish, that’s what”. You ignored his little insults and shrugged your shoulders. “Why are you so happy?” You looked at Solo quizzically as you waited for him to elaborate. “I mean you’re more happier than you normally are”. He explained. “Oh, Jimmy and I have an anniversary coming up soon, I’m just imagining all the exciting things we could do to celebrate”.

“(Name)!” you recognize that voice and immediately turned around to find Adam waving his hand, gesturing for you to come over.

“Oh crap!” You turned to look at Solo. “I forgot I made plans to talk to Adam before I leave. If Jimmy gets out of the shower before I get back here, could you just fill him in? Thank you” You didn’t even bother to wait for him to agree, you just left.

Solo has a match up next, so he’s going to see Jimmy regardless. He made his way towards the locker room where he accidentally stumbled upon Jimmy talking on his phone while leaned up against the wall. He couldn’t care less about what Jimmy is doing, he had his own thing going on right now. But what Jimmy said next really caught his attention.

“Damn girl, I miss that sexy voice of yours”

Solo didn’t need much to figure out what was going on. He quickly stepped away from the locker room and looked back at the spot where you were standing at earlier. He honestly couldn’t believe what he just overheard and the fact that it had to be him to catch his own brother on the act. All kinds of thoughts began spiraling around his mind. From the time he met you, to the time you started dating Jimmy, to the most recent one where you just told him your anniversary with Jimmy was coming up soon. And to find out Jimmy has been cheating this whole time really pissed him off.

He was so lost in thoughts he didn’t even noticed you standing right next to him calling his name. “Joe?”

When he eventually snapped out of it, he looked at you, and then he looked behind him where he thought Jimmy would be at this point. He didn’t know how long he had been standing there losing his damn mind for, but it definitely should’ve gotten him caught by Jimmy. Fortunately for him, that wasn’t the case. Jimmy was still in the locker room clueless about the fact that he knows.

“Joe?” You called again, this time tapping his shoulder lightly. He looked back at you and the two of you made eye contact. “Are you all right? You look stressed out” You said concerned. Solo didn’t say anything, he couldn’t say anything. He didn’t know how to tell you without making things awkward. But, he knows he has to let you know. You deserve it.

Unfortunately Solo couldn’t do much of anything now that Jimmy had appeared from behind. “Aye, what are you guys doing? You guys good?” you nodded your head before looking at Solo. “Joe?” Solo didn’t say anything, instead, he turned his whole body around to face Jimmy and stared him down. Jimmy was clearly confused. “You good man?”

Again, no response. Solo just walked right past Jimmy and entered the locker room. You and Jimmy looking at each other confused as hell. “The hell?? Did you see that?” Jimmy asked you. You nodded. Suddenly the announcement was made, loud enough for you and Jimmy to hear. Solo’s match was up next and you both figured it might just be him staying in character.

“Ah, he good, he just getting ready for his match” Jimmy stated. You hoped that was the case, but that was still strange, even for Solo.

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2 hours later, you and Jimmy were going out for dinner. You were slightly dressed up for the occasion, while Jimmy wasn’t. Which was typical of him, but still. He was also on his phone a lot too, which obviously made things worse.

“Jon”

“What up?” He never looked away from his phone as he answered. “Uhm, I was thinking, since our anniversary is coming up-Maybe we could do something special together”. You suggested. The man didn’t respond. Whatever he was doing on his phone really has his attention.

“Or I could continue talking to myself..that’s cool too”. Placing an elbow on the table, you rested the right side of your face on the palm of your hand and sighed.

“How are your meals?”. You hear the waitress questioned. You nodded your head in response. “It’s good, thank you”. Now shifting her focus towards Jimmy, the waitress asked him the same question. “Jon, Jon!”. You cried out in a whispered tone. “What up?”. “She asked you how your food is”. “Oh, it’s tight” He gave the waitress a flirty smile. “Who y’all got working in the kitchen? They be killing it!”

The waitress let out a soft giggle. “I’m glad you’re enjoying your meals. I’ll be back to check up on you guys later”. As she walks off, you observed Jimmy, noticing his eyes on the waitress’s ass.

“Jon..”

“What’s up, baby?” He questioned as he began digging into his food. You thought about asking that same question to him again, but then you decided against it. You had another question in mind instead. “Do you remember what’s going on in 2 weeks?”

Jimmy looked up at you, giving you that questionable look. “No..?”. You just nodded your head as you looked down. “No wait! It’s your birthday!”. You shook your head in response.

“Good guess, but no”

Jimmy fumbled around a little bit before giving into his phone again. “Oh damn, I gotta take this. I’ll be right back, baby”.

You watched him get up from his seat and walked away. “Sure…” Once you were left alone, you decided to stare out the window, until you felt your phone vibrated from your bag. Confused, you looked inside to check your phone only to find a text message from Solo.

I really need to talk to you

Next Chapter

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Ticket for One

Sequel to One is the Loneliest Number, One on One, One Little Thing, Only One I See, One Thing Leads To Another, One Message Waiting, One Day Closer to You, I’m the Only One, Plus One

Warnings: none, Professor Steve (that’s a warning in itself)

The screening is busier than you expect. The event is set up in the auditorium, rows of chairs lined up and the smell of popcorn from the stand just outside wafting in. Jake leads you along the middle of the seats and stops.

“How about here, not too close, not too far,” he asks as he turns and examines the plastic chairs, not ideal for nearly a two hour movie.

“Sure,” you unzip your coat and put your purse on the seat in front of you, “I’m good right here.”

You take off your coat and hang it over the plastic back rest. You take a deep breath, basking in the buttery scent, “I can’t help myself, you want some popcorn?”

“My treat,” he insists.

“Nah, I got it. You got us the tickets, least I can do is pay for my extra butter,” you grin and grab your purse, “I’ll be back, okay?”

“I can come with you, I don’t think anyone would take our seats–”

“Really, it’s cool… I’m kinda wanting to scope out the candy,” you confess guiltily.

“Ah, you a milk duds girl or maybe… licorice? Red vines?”

“Actually, I’m a Twizzlers girl,” you counter.

“Ugh, ew, Twizzlers!?”

“Shhh,” you hit his arm, “right, I’ll get the snacks and you save our seats. I mean it, any pretty girls come up tryna barter mine off you, just keep your eyes forward.”

“Pretty girls? I only got eyes for one.” Your cheeks burn as he looks away bashfully, his own glowing as if he can’t believe what he said, “I mean, yes, ma’am, I will be here,” he sits, “waiting for you.”

You can’t help but giggle before you spin on your heel. It’s definitely a date. Inez is going to tease the fuck out of you. Especially when she finds out you ditched her to watch some old 1970s horror comedy with the biggest nerd she knows. Well, that’s not true, you’re the biggest nerd she knows.

You go back out into the hall and join the zigzagging queue for the popcorn stand manned by the movie buffs who run the film club. You keep your purse hooked over your elbow as you take out your phone and scroll mindlessly as you move with the line before you. As you get closer, you’re jostled slightly and you turn around to see what’s going on as another coed pushes through as he escapes with his bucket of kernels.

“Oh, hey,” Steve startles you as he steals your attention from the aimless student, “I wasn’t sure that was you, you had your face in your phone.”

“Oh, hi, Professor,” you peek around, “I… I didn’t think faculty came to these sorts of things.”

“Well, you know, I got a buddy, he helps out with the film club,” he checks his watch, “you know him, Professor Barnes. Well, he’s late.”

“Ah, makes sense,” you turn back and follow the slow progress to the counter.

“And you? You’re here with Inez?”

“Um, no, she’s working on a paper,” you say evasively, eyeing the single bag of Twizzlers left in the case.

“So you’re here alone?”

“No, I’m… I’m with a friend,” you squint, tearing your attention from your growling stomach.

“Hm,” he grumbles, “have you seen the movie before? It’s a classic.”

“Oh, yeah, one of my faves,” you assure him, “Gene Wilder’s hilarious.”

“I figured, you’re a Shelley fan,” he smiles but it falls quickly as he shifts and reaches into his pocket. He takes out his phone and tuts, “well, looks like I’m going stag tonight…” he stares at the screen, “buddy’s got something going on with his… girlfriend. She’s got, um, she’s got some issues– she’s nice though but, uh, yeah.”

“That’s too bad,” you frown, “but hey, you won’t even notice once the movie starts.”

“Sure, you’re right,” he says, “you know, I was just looking forward to… not being by myself. This time of year, I tend to lock myself up in my office like a hermit.”

You nod and give a sympathetic hum. You can’t imagine how busy it is for professors. You never really thought of it before but you suppose they have just as much work as the panicking students.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” you twist around, “oh, my turn.” You step away and nearly squeal as you see the licorice still in place, “ooh, can I get those Twizzlers,” you chime, and two popcorns, and, uh, oh shoot, um, two cokes.”

As the girl behind the counter gets your order, you take out your card and wait patiently. You sense Steve not far behind you, a twinge of pity as you see him step up a few feet away to get some popcorn. You pay and balance your haul in your arms, hugging the popcorn and Twizzlers to your sides as you hold the cups.

You hear Steve thank the server as you step away. You pause and look back, his eyes on you, a reluctance. Dammit, you feel bad. He looks even more pathetic with his single popcorn and bottle of water.

“Hey, you wanna sit with me and my friend?” You wait for him just along the edge of the queue, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“Oh, he wouldn’t?” He asks doubtfully.

“Yeah, yeah, it should be cool, the more the merrier right?”

“As long as I’m not imposing,” he says hesitantly, “thanks.”

“Well, it’s too bad Professor Barnes couldn’t make it,” you tilt your head.

You turn back and continue on with the flow of students into the auditorium. You peer around and find Jensen among the rabble. You lead Steve down the center aisle and sidle your way towards your date. Or friend. You kind ruined it.

“Hey,” you say as he stands and takes one of the drinks from you, “I hope you don’t mind, I ran into Professor Rogers.”

“Uh, no,” Jensen says, “that’s cool.” He takes a popcorn and you barely keep the licorice from falling, “hi,” he nods at Steve, “I’m Jensen.”

“Rogers,” he counters, “she just said that, sorry.”

You sit in unison, stiffly as an awkward silence forms a bubble around you in the din of the auditorium. You put your popcorn between your legs and sip your drink before hiding it behind the foot of the chair. You tear open the licorice greedily.

“Dessert first? I didn’t take you for the rebellious type,” Jensen kids.

“Oh and what type do you take me for?” You snicker.

“The Twizzlers type, I guess,” he chides, “I’m still… surprised by that one. I thought you had better taste.”

“Well, I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

You laugh and he joins in. You feel a shift at your other shoulder, “damn, you’re the one who got the last package,” Steve says, “I love Twizzlers.”

“Oh? You want one?” You offer, turning back and holding out the open bag.

“You don’t mind?”

“Of course not, I won’t be able to eat it all and this bozo is a Red Vines guy.”

“You mean I have class,” Jensen snips.

“Sure, Jens, if that’s what you wanna call it.”

Steve slides out a Twizzler as he gives an awkward smile. You feel bad. He must feel so out of place with the two of you. You feel worse for Jake, he probably thinks you’re using the professor as a buffer. It’s all a bit confusing, if not a little disappointing.

[ameliora-j]

Hey, hope you're doing good 🤠 (been a while 😅) can I get stalker!Hotch for Twisted Tuesday? Maybe he saw reader on one of his morning runs and followed her around a while before finally making it to her apartment and cornering her there and then whatever you wanna write 🥺 thanks in advance 🫶🏾

hi baby !! i’m okay ,, how are you ? <3

i kinda took it in a bit of a different direction but i feel like it sucks :’) hope you like it babe <3

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday ! send in ur dark au requests :>

content: manipulation, stalker!aaron, dark content, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂

aaron always saw you when he was on his run through the park. you would be there with your pup, playing fetch. after the first time he saw you, he fell in love with you. and he knew that he had to snatch you up before somebody else did.

so that’s when it began. he thanked the heavens that you were so naïve and oblivious—though he was a federal agent. you never had a chance to notice him even if you wanted to.

he was always a few feet behind you, never letting you out of his sight. he seemed nice enough, and as luck had it your dog had gotten lost after you the the frisbee too far one day, and aaron brought him back. that’s how he got your name and number, stealing a quick pic of the pups collar before carrying him back over to you.

that’s when his obsession got deeper. he began to track your phone. but not just the location—he looked at your search history and your text messages, and once he’d found out that you had no boyfriend, and you had just recently moved to town with no family in the state or anywhere near.

he knew that he had his in. he began sending you anonymous and threatening letters. flowers to your house, pictures of you with hearts all over them. he made sure that you knew he wanted to own you—but he also made sure that it would never be able to be traced back to him.

one day, it finally all comes to a heed. you walk into the office of the bau, standing in the bullpen and murmur out a timid “mr. hotchner?”

aaron swears he feels his cock harden and his pants become impossibly tighter. he clears his throat, adjusting himself and looking at you. “yes?” he asks. he leads you to his office once you tell him you’re having a problem. you sit in front of him and explain to him how you think you have a stalker. that he’s been sending you letters and flowers and weird pictures and you’re scared.

aaron’s cock becomes impossibly harder when he hears your voice cracking in anxiety. “please help me…” you end with a soft whimper.

“oh sweetheart” he puts on a faux frown. “don’t you worry. i’ll get an agent to watch your house every night” he hums. “better yet… i have a guest room. why don’t you come stay with me? that way we know you’re *really* safe” he nods.

“really?” you ask softly, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“of course, honey” he whispers, pulling you into a hug. “i promise i won’t let *anything* harm you” he mutters lowly as he smirks, rubbing your back.

[ghostgirl-22]

Got you under my spell

18+ !NSFW!

Day 13: Strip Tease

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It’s silly but Tashi really wants to do it for him, surprise him by wearing something other than sweats and a t-shirt for a change. It’s his birthday and he’s… he’s annoying sure… but he’s also cute and funny and stuff. And really good in bed… like the best she’s ever had, good. She doesn’t want to tell him that but annoyingly he kinda already knows.

She spends 3 hours doing her hair and her makeup. Something she never really does outside of special occasions and he shows up late. He can only stay for 24 hours because he’s got to fly to New York for his next tour stop. She’s all dressed up for him… and he shows up late.

“This is different,” he smiles after she checks him into the dorm. He smells like cigarette smoke.

“Did you know it’s almost midnight?” She asks.

“Yeah… I’m sorry. I was talking to these guys,” he gestures vaguely. “Oh and Art says hi.”

“You saw Art? I thought you said you’d see him tomorrow.”

“Yeah… I was starving. We just met up for food.”

”I told you I ordered pizza,” Tashi says, irritated as they get in the elevator.

“Babe, come on, I wasn’t in the mood for pizza.”

“You coulda said that,” she says.

“Did I not text you back?”

“Yeah, just like you didn’t text me that you would be this late,” she mutters.

“Okay Im sorry. I’ll eat some tomorrow. It’s not that big a deal.” he says gently and he rubs her shoulders. “You look so pretty.”

She sorta melts a bit. “Do you like it?” She’s got her hair down and she’s dressed in a slinky black dress like she's about to go out to the club but she's wearing flip flops. She’s mostly thinking about what she's planning to do for him. At least now he won’t be in the middle of stuffing a slice of pizza down his throat.

“Yes, you’re fucking gorgeous,” He leans against her and kisses her.

“Happy birthday,” she says smiling against his lips.

“Fuck..is this for me? Is this my gift?” He asks, softly, teasing his fingers through her hair.

”I mean it’s one part.” She says and she leads him off the elevator towards her room.

She feels him following her closely now. He presses up against her ass, kissing her neck as she’s unlocking her bedroom door. He's already hard. She bites her lip, all the frustration with his timing becoming less and less important.

She’s cleaned everything up as much as possible. She’s put a scarf over the light to dim it just a bit and she’s playing music. She wanted to make it romantic but it doesn’t seem like he really notices. She puts the pizza in the fridge since it was a waste to order it anyway. He drops his duffle on the floor in the corner where he always leaves it and puts his tennis bag on top.

“You got condoms right?” He asks, coming back over to her, “Cause I’m out so unless you got back on the pill—“

“Patrick come on… I was trying to make it special,” she says, feeling irritated again.

“Yeah? What— you want to sing for me or something?” he teases, cradling her face. She feels a little silly now.

“Never mind,” she snaps.

“Tashi, come on, I’m joking,” Patrick grins and kisses her again. “That tastes so good,” he says gently. “What is that?”

“Lip gloss, I was gonna do a fucking strip tease or something for you but whatever. Just mess up my makeup.”

”A strip tease?” he says, smirking.

“Fuck off,” She says, shoving him away from her.

“No I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Do it. I wanna watch.”

”No it’s stupid,” she mutters.

“No it isn’t. Come on, I want to watch you strip,” he says as he walks over to her bed and sits down.

She didn’t expect any of it to go like this. He’s sitting on the bed looking at her expectantly. “Never mind,” she says, feeling awkward all of a sudden.

“Please, it’s my birthday,” he says, smiling. “You kinda have too.”

“No you…” she sighs and then decides against picking a fight. She goes to her iPod. Her friend nicknamed it the sex playlist when they sat in her room putting it together. She scrolls to the Birthday Song by 50 cent and lets it play. He laughs and she almost stops again, but he pulls her closer to him on the bed.

She eases the straps of her dress down while he’s looking up at her, she’s trying to be sexy but she feels like an amateur. She bought this fancy lacy bra and panties set from Victoria’s Secret. She’s never even worn it before today. His eyes are falling over her as she shimmies the dress slowly down her body. It falls in a pool on the floor and she plays with the strapless bra. She wishes there was a sexy way to unclasp a bra strap but she pinches it and then holds it up on her boobs with her hands before slowly pulling it off and dropping it on his lap.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he sighs, grabbing her waist.

She straddles him and he helps her pull his sweatshirt off. He touches her breasts, licks at one of her nipples as she undoes the buttons on his jeans. The teasing has kinda fallen by the wayside. She doesn’t fault him because she wants it just as bad. It’s been a whole month since she’s last been with him and all the late night phone sex in the world can’t make up for what it feels like in real life. He lifts her up just a moment to get his pants off properly. Any time just casually lifts her is a turn on. She palms his dick through his boxers.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he sighs against her, taking a break from sucking and nibbling at her nipples.

“Yeah,” she agrees. She lets him take her panties down. He’s gonna try to take them with him. She already knows not to bother looking for them when they’re done. She gets a condom from her night stand and waits for him impatiently as he bites it open and pulls it on. Then he pushes inside of her and she rides him. The iPod is on shuffle but she doesn’t even need the music. Just the sound of him breathing and whispering in her ear would’ve been enough.

She doesn’t keep track of how many times he makes her come but it’s enough that she shivers to think about how caught up she feels. He leaves to go take the condom off and use the bathroom and she turns off the music and the overhead light. She pulls on his sweatshirt, just because… because it smells like him, fuck. Her stomach hurts.

She pulls on a clean pair of panties and ties up her hair to sleep. He comes out of the bathroom, butt naked and grins when he sees her.

“What?” She laughs.

“Nothing, it looks good on you. Like everything.” He pulls his boxers back on and she reaches for him. He gets on the single bed next to her and wraps his arms around her.

“Why were you out of condoms anyway?” She asks trying to sound casual.

“You don’t remember how many times we fucked last month do you? Remember, I was here all weekend.”

She sighs. “You didn’t buy anymore?”

“What’s the point? I’m not fucking anyone. I’m just miserable in bed every night thinking about you. Now I’ll imagine you in your little black dress.” He says squeezing her playfully. She smiles linking his fingers with hers.

“I got you a real gift too, don’t worry,” she says softly.

“Fuck, you got me something else?”

“Yeah, you can open it tomorrow.”

He kisses her on the neck, “I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

She smiles to herself thinking about what she can do for him next year. God, she’s so fucking gone…it’s pathetic. But its fine… as long as he doesn’t know… as long as she’s not accidentally the first one to say it… it’s okay. She curls up in his arms and drifts off to sleep.

[haliaiii]

so.. virgil.. he’s one of my new favs his neuvilette-esque design and bloodlust have captivated me…

Man oh man what can I even say about Virgil, he’s really something that’s for sure

Ok so kicking it off with some fun facts about him before I start my 3k word essay:

- His job title is Chancellor

- Basically the existing world is currently ruled by one empire (the country’s called Carmenta) and at the head is the emperor. There’s also the council that acts pretty much as the Parliament, with 7 total members, who are also governors of the main 7 cities making up the empire (all are named after planets btw, with the capital called Jupiter). Virgil is the head of the council, and holds a pretty high position in the government, basically he kinda acts as the Emperor’s advisor too.

- He pretty much leads the meetings and makes a lot of important decisions for the country itself

- Also Kalani lives in Jupiter, and basically works as a policy adviser, Virgil is pretty much her boss

If you want to know how she feels about him, pretty much

- Anyway politics aside, if you haven’t noticed yet from my last post about Virgil, he’s not really a great guy

- In fact he is retrograde’s main antagonist !!

I can’t talk too much about his past without spoiling a large portion of the story but let’s just say he has a weird obsession with Sam and likes to make Val suffer

Anyway here’s some more old art

That first one was a really old drawing back when I was trying to figure out his design, second one isn’t really a canon look but I do like the design so idk I might use it maybe?

- About his eye: you’re probably wondering why he hides his eye, and that’s cause it has something to do with his past! (I told you specifically what happened to him but for the general public who sees this, they won’t know but it’s related to what happened 500 years ago) but all you need to know is that it’s pretty ugly, if you do some digging on my instagram, you’ll probably find that animation I did of his eye so it’s not really a secret- 😞

- Also the whole council has some pretty weird outfits so he doesn’t really look that out of place tbh

- Another fun fact: Back in the concepts, his origin used to be that he was actually a robot that survived the Cataclysm 500 years ago (now it’s not too far off but there’s some very big differences, he’s not a robot tho now)

- He's definitely lost a lot of his humanity over the past years, and cracks are really starting to show

- For his weapon of choice, he uses a sword, similar to a rapier

- He does come across as friendly to the general public to maintain a good image, being a good looking guy has certainly helped his popularity too

- He definitely has something to do with Val's past, and is intrinsically linked with Sam

- Despite Kalani being on edge around him most of the time, he remains friendly with her and has even invited her to lunch on occasion

- He's met Kain only a very few times, and Kain's opinion on him is that he's a friendly guy like on TV but there's something kind of off

- Val turns the TV off every time Virgil's face shows up

- Sam feels a vague familiarity

Anyway that's all I can say about Virgil for now!! He's very very much so plot relevant

(also p.s. did you know I have Pinterest boards for like most of my ocs, even the ones I haven't talked about publicly yet? If you wanna look at their styles and aesthetics you can check it out here: https://pin.it/a6YnFld )