#they never gave a fuck about their employees and that's what lead to everything

[thinkingofausername]

mouthwashing has truly showed me that we haven't evolved from the fucking witch trials. people can only ever point fingers, judge, hate, condemn, root for damnation. how the fuck do you look at a game about capitalism, psychological instability, complex characters, endless nuance and get out of the experience with the braindead take "curly horrible. anya, daisuke and swansea wonderful. jimmy bad." too many people haven't moved on from the reasoning of five year olds and disney - hero good and villain bad. people aren't fucking cartoon characters. we're not only good or bad. media literacy is truly dead and gone.

[concreteangel92]

Fine line Between love And Hate

Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

MASTERLIST

Warnings: mean dom!Noah, sub/dom relationship, spanking, spitting, slapping, degrading, oral (male receiving) PiV, bad language

This request is right up my street ahaha I love me a bit of mean Noah, especially when it leads to something better 😏 I hope you enjoy this, definitely turned out longer then I planned but I couldn’t stop writing haha

Also the new photo of him was perfect for this 🥵🥵

“You really are one arrogant cunt aren’t you!”

“What the fuck did you just call me?!”

You couldn’t help yourself, he just brought out a rage within you, ever since you started working for Bad Omens, Noah Sebastian Davis just got right under your skin.

“You deaf as well as stupid?!”

You were old friends with Bryan and jumped at the opportunity to come work along side him as the second videographer for the band. Everything seemed to be going great when you went out on the road, you took some incredible shots and edited together some amazing videos for the bands social media which was a huge hit with the fans. You got on with the rest of the crew and the band….all except one.

It seemed from the moment you met Noah, he took an instant dislike towards you, and he wasn’t shy about making it known. Noah would roll his eyes when you spoke, took digs at you whenever he could, make comments about how the bands videos ‘could be better’ or ‘they aren’t our style’.

It was exhausting constantly feeling like you were at war with Noah, no matter how nice you had tried to be, he still treated you like shit, so you started doing it back, which only fuelled him more.

Today this argument had started over something stupid, you couldn’t even remember at this point, you were both back stage, most of the crew had gone out for a late lunch as everything was now set up for the show later tonight so you were alone. Noah was following behind you as you stormed into the green room to grab your bag, you were so riled up that you just couldn’t hold back anymore, so you called him what he was, an arrogant cunt.

And you’ve never seen him look so mad.

“You better be really fucking careful taking that way to me”

You laughed in his face.

“Why? What the hell are you going to do to me? You can’t fault me on my work at all, I’ve been nothing but a great employee! I tried to be so nice to you, I even looked forward to meeting you originally but you are nothing but a fucking cocky asswipe that loves the sound of his own voice. I give up with you because nothing I do is going to please you!”

The next thing you knew, you felt Noah’s hands grab onto your face and pulled you into a hard kiss, his body pushing into yours and you could feel how hard he was against you.

“Will you shut the fuck up already! Ever since Bryan brought you here, you have been all I can fucking think about! You are driving me insane and it’s infuriating, and you aren’t scared of talking back to me and the one thing that I constantly think about is how I want nothing more than to put you in your fucking place!”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Noah’s hand grab hold of your hair and pulled you back in, it was hard and dominating and everything you could have hoped for.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me and get on your knees and show me how sorry you are for running that pretty mouth of yours”

Hearing him calling you a good girl had definitely flipped a switch in your brain, the sub within you fully coming to the surface.

You fell onto your knees and undone his trousers to help pull him out, your mouth watering at the sight. He was hard and heavy in your hand, you gave him a couple strokes before leaning forward and running your tongue along him causing him to groan from above you.

Noah’s hands gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail, you wrapped your lips around his tip and then sucked down on him hard, his hips jolting forward as you did.

“Fuck, just like that”

You started to bob your head up and down on him while using your tongue to swirl around and tease his head, one of your hands came up to grab him at the base to help simulate what you couldn’t fit inside your mouth and your other hand gently massage his balls.

Noah wasn’t shy in letting out his groans as you worked him up, you felt his hips start to move and his grip in your hair became tighter as he used your mouth, feeling your eyes water as he hit the back of your throat but forcing yourself to relax into his movements as you carried on sucking him off.

“Fuck…look at you…not so back chatty now are we?”

You moaned around him as he spoke down to you, tears ran down your cheeks and you felt your saliva dripping down your chin. You were so turned on from his reactions that you couldn’t help but reach down to try and relieve the ache in between your legs, something that Noah clearly didn’t like.

“Don’t you fucking dare”

Noah immediately pulled you off of him and back up into a standing position, still towering over you of course. You weren’t prepared for the light smack that Noah planted across your cheek.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

You shook your head, your body tingling in anticipation of what he was going to do.

*Light smack*

“I can’t hear you”

“No sir”

Noah smirked at the nickname and stroked the cheek he had just slapped.

“That’s better baby, now open your mouth”

You did without hesitation and moaned as Noah spat onto your tongue.

“Swallow it”

You did as commanded, your eyes never leaving his.

“That’s my good girl, I knew that mouth could be put to better use”

Noah then walked you back until you hit the sofa and he turned you around so you were bent over it. He pushed your leather skirt up over your hips, ripped your fishnet tights apart and moved your underwear to the side before you felt him lining himself up and teasing your folds.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this”

You jumped when Noah spanked your ass before gripping it hard.

“You have the most spankable ass baby, no wonder I’ve not been able to concentrate on anything”

You pushed yourself back onto him as he started to slip himself in. You shut your eyes as you felt him stretch you open, the slight burning sensation only adding to how good you felt.

“Noah…”

You felt his hand run down your spine as he let you adjust to his size, you felt yourself clenching around him.

“It’s like you were made for me…fuck…you feel incredible”

Noah spanked your ass again before he started to move, he set up a fast, relentless pace that had you practically screaming for him.

You gripped onto the sofa, your thighs shaking as Noah ruined you, you had no idea how it had got to this but you were so glad it had.

Noah continued his brutal pace, hitting something deep inside you, you felt so used by him but in the most sinful way, you wish you could see what he looked like as you bet he looked beautiful. You felt his hands on your hips, pulling you back into him hard.

“This pussy was made for me, who does it belong to?”

You cried out at his words, not being able to form a coherent sentence until you felt yet another smack on your backside.

“I asked you a question angel”

You arched your back as he carried on thrusting into you.

“Yours Noah, fuck….I’m all yours”

Noah groaned deep from within his chest as his hips faulted at your words. His hand wrapped itself in your hair and brought you back into his chest, the new angle making your head spin deliciously.

You felt Noah’s free hand work its way in between your legs and he started to rub fast circles onto your clit, causing your stomach to twist up beautifully tight.

“Cum for me, that’s it, be a good girl and cum for me”

Hearing his words mixed with his expert touch was all it took to send you over the edge, you cried out and arched back into him as your orgasm washed over you in hot waves, Noah holding onto you and working you through it until his hips stilled and he emptied himself into you.

You both tried to catch your breath as you leant into the sofa, moaning as he pulled out of you slowly and leaving you feeling empty and your legs like jelly.

Noah kissed your shoulder and moved your underwear and skirt back in place before fixing his own clothes and turning you around to face him.

You felt your cheeks burn under his intense gaze, he leant down and gave you a gentle kiss, a far cry from the dominant persona you’d just experienced.

“Have I ever mentioned that you drive me crazy?”

You giggled and kissed him again.

“I’m definitely getting that impression”

Noah smiled down at you.

“So….can I take you out for dinner?”

[radioisntdead]

Good morning, as you have requests open can I get some Velvette x g/n! reader angst (perhaps ending with comfort) romance?

One night they overhear her talking negatively about them (not an overlord, lack of confidence, whatever) so they leave behind a note saying they were right to feel like she didn't actually love them and they've left, not saying where.

Good evening my dear! We are ending the cannibal streak with Velvette! WOO, It's late and I'm woozy, this became a song fic I'm sorry.

Velvette x reader,

Warnings!

Light angst, Valentino,

The song used: Moral of the story

You and Velvette met at a New Years party back in the 2000's, the air was heavy, you had a red solo cup with heavens knew what was in it, maybe Vodka and something? You didn't know, people were kissing, yelling, and whatever else.

So I never really knew you

When Velvette approached you, you felt like the luckiest person in the world, like nothing else in the room exist, she was only person there in your eyes,

When she talked about how boring the party was you found yourself agreeing with every word she said, her voice soothing to you.

God, I really tried to, Blindsided, addicted

The two of you died in a car accident, music was blasting from the radio, you were looking outside the window, and Velvette was texting and driving,

It was quick, she ran a red light and BAM, a truck hit the two of you causing the car to roll, glass shattered and the one thing you remember is reaching out to Velvette before everything went dark.

Felt we could really do this

You once told Velvette that you'd follow her to hell and back,

Guess that was true because guess where you ended up?

But really I was foolish

Things didn't change much as she rose to the top, becoming an overlord, teaming up with some guys named Vox and Valentino, Vox was decent enough but Valentino gave you the chills, he never did anything but still.

Velvette made sure to shield you from his business, you weren't allowed on his floor.

Hindsight, it's obvious

Velvette was never scared to demand things, to order things around, to get her hands somewhat dirty if needed, if she wanted it she got it

You weren't like that, you didn't like having blood on your hands, While Velvette treated service staff like they were an inconvenience you treated them with respect, like they were people.

Velvette didn't like that part of you, she liked it when it was towards her or maybe the other Vee's but no one else.

Talking with the cannibal She said, "Where'd you find this girl?"

You weren't having a good day, you and Velvette got into a argument over her spending too much time on her phone, you said that she loved that stupid thing more then you, she didn't deny it, just said that you were acting fucking crazy and left.

I said, "Young people fall in love, with the wrong people sometimes"

You had several things to do, some employees couldn't do their job properly and you didn't want to lash out of them, all you wanted to do was just relax with your fiancee, you got some flowers and an Emoji plush to give her as an apology.

Some mistakes get made

As you stood outside the door that lead to the Vee's living room you could hear muffled talking, a voice you could recognize was Velvette's.

That's alright, that's okay

You cracked the door open and peaked in, She was talking to Valentino.

You can think that you're in love

"Then They say that I love my phone then them! Like maybe if you weren't such a fuckin' loser that can't even order a coffee without almost crying I'd pay more attention to you!"

When you're really just in pain

You clutched the flowers, crushing the stems as you took a step back.

Some mistakes get made

"They aren't an overlord, the only they have any of this is because of me!" She said throwing herself onto the couch and went back to her phone, that damned phone.

That's alright, that's okay

Quietly and quickly you made your way to the room you shared with Velvette, you did your best not to slam the door indicating that you were back, you threw the flowers and plush into a trashcan before taking out a few suitcases.

No tears were shed, just anger, betrayal and disappointment flooded you.

In the end, it's better for me

You packed the clothes that were your favorites, you couldn't take everything since for one, Velvette gave you the majority, and two, she gave you a bunch of clothes.

Once You had everything packed you wrote a note giving a brief explanation, that you had heard what she said, and that since you were SUCH a loser, she should date a overlord instead.

That's the moral of the story, babe

You left the Vee's tower, without a single soul noticing, now standing on a random street corner you took a deep breath, you had enough money, from your OWN means, to get a hotel to stay at for maybe a week? Just until you could get an apartment or something.

It's funny how a memory

Velvette didn't notice you were gone until late the next day, she thought you were being petty avoiding her because of a little fight and she had decided to let you take the bedroom, sleeping in her office instead.

She supposed she should apologize because she loved you and she was tired of this.

Turns into a bad dream

She stepped into your shared room, not noticing anything missing, until a colorful object caught her eye from the trashcan, leaning down it was an emoji plush, cringey but it was soft, it was covering a bouquet of flowers, her favorites infact.

When running wild turns volatile

Her face twisted into confusion as she looked around, spotting the note you left on the bed.

She hadn't meant for you to hear her.

Remember how we painted our room, Just like the other Vee's did?

You were gone. She fucked up.

So romantic, but we fought the whole time

It was just a small fight right? The two of you would kiss and make up like usual, maybe watch a movie after, but you had left, you left her!

Should have seen the signs

She couldn't find you, anywhere.

Vox only got footage of you leaving the tower and nothing else, he spied on the ENTIRE ring and he couldn't find YOU?

Talking with the cannibal, She said, "Where'd you find this girl?"

You had stumbled upon the Hazbin hotel, you were welcomed by Charlie with open arms, she was ecstatic, you were the first sinner to join them after the extermination.

Said, "Some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes"

Being away from Velvette was so...

Some mistakes get made

Freeing, it was as if you were spreading your wings for the first time in years, which you were! You'd been with Velvette for over a decade, not counting your life beforehand.

That's alright, that's okay

You loved Velvette, you truly did, but she didn't love you like you did her, she didn't act like it,

She thought you were on the weaker side.

You can think that you're in love

You had no interest in rising up the ranks, working instead on becoming a better person, with every exercise with the hotel residents you got more and more confident, changing your appearance along the way.

When you're really just in pain

After you more sinners came to the hotel, a few ready for redemption.

Some mistakes get made

You met someone, she had the most beautiful pink eyes that reminded you of pink lemonade, she was different then Velvette, you couldn't help but compare the two, Velvette was so... Cruel and she was so Soft, kind, she just killed a guy but that wasn't a deal breaker in your book.

That's alright, that's okay

It took time but the two of you grew close, you'd have lunch together, eventually that moved to sleepovers, movie nights, sweet words exchanged between the two of you.

You were apprehensive about entering a new relationship after Velvette, but it just felt right.

In the end it's better for me

Charlie was excited when you went to her for date ideas to take your newest sweetheart, she was so proud of you, you had come so far!

That's the moral of the story, babe

They say it's better to have loved and lost

Velvette searched for you, you due to plot armour and your changed appearance had managed to completely avoid Vox's cameras or Velvette's hunting you down, she regretted saying what she did, she wouldn't have said it if she knew you were listening!

Than never to have loved at all

You had decided to step out of the hotel with your dearest sweetheart, deciding to go out for a simple date, watch a movie and maybe shop around and grab a bite to eat

That could be a load of shit

Velvette had decided to go check out her competition's stores, going shopping at the same stores you did.

But I just need to tell you all

You didn't see her, and she almost didn't recognize you but she did.

Some mistakes get made

Her blood ran cold, or colder as she watched you dote on the lady next to you, arm wrapped around hers, holding her bags for her.

You had done that for her once upon a time.

That's alright, that's okay

She wanted to say something, like where have you been, I'm sorry, who the fuck is this, come home! Or something but she couldn't, she could only watch as you laughed at something she said, you used to laugh like that with her,

You SHOULD be laughing like that with her.

You can think that you're in love

Velvette's hand clenched into a fist, her fingers digging into her palm making indents.

When you're really just engaged

You should be with her, not whoever that wench was! The engagement ring she had accepted from you ages ago was still on her finger.

Where was yours?

Some mistakes get made

She watched as you walked away with her.

That's alright, that's okay

She finally moved, following in pursuit.

In the end it's better for me

You and your sweetheart were having a wonderful time, shopping around and the two of you were finally getting something to eat, you went to the cutest little café, and you walked back to the hotel holding hands.

That's the moral of this story

Some mistakes get made

Velvette knew where you were now.

That's alright, that's okay

You were so happy, Velvette hasn't crossed your mind in ages.

You can think that you're in love

She didn't know how to get you, she didn't want you to hate her.

When you're really just in pain

You squealed as you landed on your bed kicking your legs back and forth like a lovesick fool.

Some mistakes get made

You had to come back to her willingly, once you were done with this little fling, she would leave you heartbroken and Velvette would welcome you back with open arms, hugs and kisses.

That's alright, that's okay

You sighed happily, a dumb love filled grin on your face.

In the end it's better for me

You had come SO far from how you were before, you were proud of yourself, you had a healthy relationship with your lovely girlfriend, you had amazing friends, and you were on the road to redemption with them! You couldn't ask for more.

That's the moral of the story, babe

You will never go back to Velvette, you loved her once yes, you truly did, but that was in the past, and you deserved better, and you got better.

Good evening folks! Thank you for tuning in! It's late for me and I wrote this in one sitting, I'm gonna go knock out now, have a wonderful night folks!

[bumblesimagines]

how do you like your eggs?

i'll make us breakfast.

Love Quinn

i'll make us breakfast.

how do you like your eggs?

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

There were always unspoken rules in the workplace that everyone tended to follow. Be kind to customers even if they walk in with only 2 minutes left to spare before closing time; Don't trust your coworkers wholeheartedly even if you speak to them on a near day-to-day basis; The customer is nearly never right but pretend they are unless you want to be written up; Don't fuck your boss even if she's got the prettiest hazel eyes ever seen on a woman and the charm of a Disney princess. 

The rules had been relatively easy to follow at Anavrin the first few weeks. Most of the bitchiest customers (Y/N) dealt with were easily managed by stroking their egos and making them feel completely in the right, even if they demanded to be given a milkshake without any actual milk despite milkshakes not being on the menu to begin with. Anavrin attracted the most annoying types of Los Angeles locals and worse tourists. But the paycheck and exchanging gossip in the break room with Calvin made things worthwhile. 

Until the Quinns returned from some time away with their family and he became a dot on Love Quinn's radar. And boy, was she hard to escape once her sights set on someone.

It started innocent enough. She joked and teased and bantered. She batted her eyelashes and gave that signature Love Quinn smile where she showed off all her pearly whites and her eyes crinkled with pure joy. Her fingers would brush against his, subtle enough to be seen as accidental until it happened far too often. She'd place her hand on his shoulder and press close against his arm to show him something, even going as far as to lean her head against him and gaze up at him through her lashes sometimes. And Christ, some divine being had certainly blessed her with the best of luck because she seemingly appeared out of thin air wherever he went. Or maybe he was just predictable, he wasn't fully sure.

Then came the time when Love wanted to figure out his 'perfect bite.' The perfect meal that would consistently taste heavenly no matter how many times one ate it. (Y/N) had begrudgingly gone along after some begging and heartstring-tugging puppy eyes but he would've been lying if part of him hadn't been curious about Love and how far she'd go with her not-so-subtle flirting. As he ended up learning, his curiosity and her flirting would lead them back to her place where they'd share a glass of wine and spend a long night in her bed.

He stared up at the tall ceiling and felt the sunshine pouring in from the equally tall windows. Everything about Love's home felt big and fancy. From her king-sized bed to the fact she had a walk-in closet and a bathroom the size of a bedroom. With her down-to-earth sweet personality, it was easy to forget her parents were wealthy business owners. He couldn't help but wonder how things would be at the store with the strictly platonic boss-employee relationship shattered into pieces. (Y/N) doubted she'd fire him or make his life worse now that she got what she wanted. Maybe she'd move on to someone else and things would settle back to normalcy.

"Morning, sunshine." She called out from the bathroom doorway and he craned his neck to look at her properly. His eyes immediately fell on the familiar shirt she wore, the only thing she wore, and he raised a brow. Her smile turned cheeky and she pushed herself away from the door, closing the distance and climbing into bed as he sat up against the headboard. Love settled down nicely on his lap and placed her hands on his cheeks before closing that distance as well and kissing him. She tasted of mint and mouthwash. 

"Didn't mean to sleep in." He spoke against her lips, feeling and hearing her chuckle. 

"It's okay, (Y/N). I would've let you sleep in until four if you wanted to." Love cooed warmly and pecked the tip of his nose. Everything felt rather... domestic for a simple one-night stand. "Now that you're up, I'll make us breakfast. How do you like your eggs? Boiled? Fried? Omelet? Scrambled? Or do you want, like, pancakes?" 

"How about... I use the bathroom and we figure that out in the kitchen?" He offered and she smiled again, nodding so eagerly her bun nearly came loose. 

"And then.... maybe we could talk about us?" She asked softly and tilted her head, her sweet hazel eyes making it hard to say anything but yes.

"Definitely."

[gorogues]

Fictober 2024

Prompt number #10 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: T – Teen and up Warnings: Abuse of prisoners by guards, profanity Notes: Set vaguely during Geoff Johns' Flash run, but at no particular time.

Day Ten: “Is this normal?”

It was now evening at Iron Heights, and a loud bell rang when the clock reached ten PM.

“Time for bed, shitbirds!” a guard shouted, banging his nightstick on the nearest cell door.  A small phalanx of guards moved in to ‘encourage’ the prisoners to lie down, shouting and pounding on the doors of anyone who remained up.  The lights didn’t dim, because they never did.

Within minutes, most of the prisoners were in bed, or what passed for bed given their unique circumstances; Tar Pit’s burning gooey body just sat or lay on the reinforced floor of his cell.

“Now’s time for group therapy,” one guard muttered to the newest employee on the Pipeline, who looked confused.  “Just let `em do their shit so it’ll be over quick.”

“Checking in with everybody!” Hartley shouted from his bed.  “Are you all alive and well?”

“Yo!” said Joey.

“Here!” Lashawn called, an air of desperation in her voice.

“Flash be with us,” Cicada intoned, which was the only answer he ever gave.

“Yeah, I’m okay…jerk,” Jeremy muttered.  He was still angry about the beating he’d received from Hartley while escaping during the Frenzy virus incident, and as usual Hartley ignored him.

“I am here,” Roscoe said.

“Idiots,” Dr Alchemy grumbled from his desk, unbothered by the prison’s bedtime rules, just as he was indifferent to everything else.  Sometimes he chose to respond to the safety roll call and sometimes he didn’t. 

“Here and tired,” Fallout said from his heavily shielded cell, even though he was certain nobody could hear him behind all the lead cladding and the electrical activity in the room.  He would have been heartened to know that Hartley heard him, as it was almost the only human contact he was able to make with anyone.

“I’m fine,” Isaac Bowin declared.

“Present, but suffering terribly from the lack of an audience!” Kadabra announced in the grandiose tone everyone knew to expect from him.

But one prisoner didn’t answer.

“Turtle, are you there?  Are you still alive?  Turtle..?” Hartley shouted, a bit concerned.  He had no great love for the Turtle nor any other of his fellow inmates, but he’d decided that the Pipeline prisoners should maintain a sense of solidarity because nobody else cared about their welfare.

There was no response for about thirty seconds, and then finally the Turtle grunted loudly.  “…Yes… I`m…. okay….”

The new guard frowned and looked at his colleague, wondering why they let the activity continue.  “Is this normal?"

“Yeah, ever since that Piper guy showed up, they do it every night at the same time.  We tried to crack down on it a while ago, but they fought back and kept doing it, so now Wolfe just pretends it’s not happening.  Some of these goons are a real handful and it’s not worth the grief.”

“All right, stay safe everyone,” Hartley called to the others, though only a few opted to respond to him a second time.  The guard standing outside Hartley’s cell bellowed “Now go the fuck to sleep, scumbags!” and hit the metal door with his nightstick to make an overwhelming sound to hurt the musician’s sensitive ears.

Soon, the Pipeline was quiet aside from the activity of the guards and Lashawn’s soft sobbing into a threadbare pillow.  But nobody slept.

[peterrefur]

Afraid of the darkness ⅏ Simpbur x F!Reader

Summary: Your co-worker, Simpbur, breaks into your house after being late for a meeting with you. His knowledge of you and your behaviour leads him to believe that at the meeting at your house, you were supposed to profess your love and start a relationship. However, the fact that Wilbur was late caused you to go to bed on a summer's day, which did not make it easy for the man to stop himself from having you. Notes: Hey Mate!!! I’m Peter and I say right away that English is not my first language. I’m curious to hear your opinion about this work in the comments! Enjoy!

The story features: - TW! Rape

"𝔹eautiful. Smart. Loved. But him! He has ruined everything! He doesn't need her, she just needs ME! Today I will prove it to her. I will prove to her that I am everything she needs. I am able to make her life a dream. Every day I will adore her and show her how much I love her. That no one else is able to make her life better. I am hers!  After all, she loves me! And I love her!"  

He abruptly closed the diary, bent down to see your window better from the car. The lights in the bedroom are fainter, he knew well after hours or even days spent watching you, that this faint light is a small night lamp in the shape of a toadstool. 

When you talked to him, you never mentioned that you were afraid of the dark, but he knew it well, because whenever you were in the office together, you didn't go into the room until you turned on the light. He found it charming. Maybe you were afraid that this asshole would come back to you? Or you wanted the soft light to illuminate your perfect and most beautiful body when he would enter your bedroom. That's what he thought, imagining you in every pair of pyjamas he could think of. No matter what material, what cut, you'll look gorgeous. And you will definitely look more beautiful with his hands around your waist, your neck, your wrists, between your thighs. His hands are meant for your body. 

ℍe got out of the car and slowly looking down the streets, headed towards your front door. Standing in front of the beige door, he could feel his hands shaking, he had been to your house several times, you invited him and other employees for tea, and of course Wilbur was in your house without your knowledge. But he never broke in, after all, it will also be his home in the future,  'I'm just checking where what is so I don't get lost in the future.' is how he explained it to himself. But why was he so stressed out tonight? He had already seen you sleep several times. He pushed back the doormat with an asymmetrical pattern with his foot. A key with a red key ring showed itself to his eyes. 

Wilbur is intelligent and knew full well that you were leaving this key for him. There is no other logical reason for you to leave the key under the doormat in the twenty-first century. 

"Oh! What are you doing?" the brunet heard, he stood up abruptly, for a few seconds he lost control of his body as he stood up too quickly. He shook his head, "Mate!" the man took a few steps to see better who was at the door "Ah! Jared, that's you! I already thought it was a burglar! Good night Mate!" Wilbur watched as the man walked away. He opened his mouth and smiled strangely. "Me, I'm supposed to be the asshole !? I'm a hundred and one from him... NO! I'm so much better than him that it's impossible to tell! Jared. Jared... Fucking Jared!" he mumbled under his breath, eventually kicking the keys that were still lying on the ground. 

All fear from the fact that he was just about to enter the house turned to anger. Mashing his eyebrows, he looked at the red key ring. 

"Jared is just a problem. He made her sad. With me, she'll never be sad!" he said, violently taking the keys. He looked at them in his hand to turn them in the lock with a calm smile and step inside. 

𝕀mmediately the smell of you attacked him and gave him pleasure. He closed the door gently, putting the key back in place beforehand. He locked the door and began to pull off his shoes. Hearing no sound other than his own as he walked down the hall, he looked quickly into the living room, making sure you had cleaned up for him. Surely you know he's coming to see you tonight. 

Like he was running for his life, he quickly climbed the stairs to the floor. Surely, even with his eyes closed, he would have been able to make it to your bedroom. 

ℍe grabbed the door handle, feeling his hands instantly sweaty. He looked into the room to see if you were you were asleep. Looked around the room, which is illuminated by a lamp he knew well. Opening the door wider, he stepped inside, closing it carefully behind him. The summer night gave him the perfect opportunity to see your body, you were lying on your stomach in shorts with the duvet thrown to the ground. The fan in front of the bed moved the air and slightly your hair. 

He slightly bit his lip, looking at your buttocks, even without touching them is able to say that they are soft and firm like the softest pillow. He came closer, looking at you. 

"Do you know you're beautiful?" he asked himself, crouching in front of your face, kneeling down, looking at you as you breathe. He looked at the lamp and gently touched it, turning it off. Darkness has engulfed the room, leaving you in a room illuminated minimally by the light of the lantern, which get gently through the curtained windows. "You don't even know how much you need me." he said, taking off his summer jacket and putting it down on the armchair beside him. He unbuttoned his white shirt, continuing to look at your sleeping figure. 

He walked back to the bed when he noticed that you were trying to turn your back in your sleep. He jumped abruptly onto the bed, sitting astride your butt, preventing you from moving through your sleep. With that one move he didn't plan, he just wanted to keep looking at your body, he made him feel his heart beat faster. 

ℍolding his hands close to his chest, he bit his lip painfully, trying to stop himself from starting to touch you. Looking at your hair, your neck, your shoulders, your back, your waist, your hips, your bottom where it sits. Everything perfect. Everything in place and in perfect proportion. His perfect other half, who is not fully aware of how much they need him. He finished taking off his shirt and threw it on the floor without the same care as his jacket. 

He leaned in slightly slowly, bringing his chest closer to your back. Your warmth began to give him more pleasure than it should. The wind now blew perfectly against his back and your legs. He could already feel himself getting hard from the moment he entered the bedroom, but now as he sat on your butt, now as he touched your back with his slightly hairy chest, now as he could easily sniff your hair. Each inhale, each second was better than the last. 

He inhaled your scent and then carefully, lying down on top of you feeling his heart speed up, hiding his face in your neck. He felt your warmth, which he needed so much, he knew that you needed him. His heart beat faster and faster with every breath you took, as you moved closer to his chest with each inhalation.  

He leaned on his hands, looking at your back. His thoughts were focused on remembering every element he could. The moles, the scars, the discolouration of your skin. Everything he could, he must know everything about you. He brought his lips closer to your shoulder by placing a gentle kiss on your skin. Feeling a lack of resistance, he contoured. His hands wandered over your hips as the kisses he gave you traveled down your spine. So that when he reached the material of your shorts he stopped and looked at you and your sleeping figure once more. 

He sat on your thighs, looking at your veiled body. He placed his hands on your bottom, feeling how soft it was even through the material of your shorts. He slowly massaged you, gently as if he were kneading dough. Slow movements that slowly made the bulge on his trousers more visible than before. 

He got out of bed, pulling down his pants, staying in white socks. He leaned over you, slowly so as not to disturb your sleep, slipping off your shorts, which showed him how beautiful you are when you're not wearing anything. 

𝕃ying on top of your legs, he massaged your butt, being on the edge of his own control not to start eating you. He spread your legs so that they fit perfectly under his hands, now he could see your pussy perfectly. He swallowed his saliva, feeling his heart beating fast, feeling as if time had stopped. With his eyes wide open, he looked at you, took his hand off your buttock and gently touched your pussy. To take his hand abruptly after a while and look at his palm. Looking for a moment, he smiled, slowly with three fingers he ran from the end of the spine, through the tailbone, gently touched ass, to run them over your pussy with a little more pressure, and finally with his middle finger made a few circles on your clit. 

"Are you dreaming about me?" he asked, looking at his slightly damp fingers, "You're so cute." he added after a while, grabbing your ass again with two hands before moving close enough to start slowly riding his tongue over your entrance. 

He ran his hands from your buttocks to your thighs to get back to your buttocks. He could feel his nose touching your anus. He could feel how simultaneously sweet but somehow salty you were, in his mind you were perfectly balanced. Delicious, perfectly balanced between the sweet and the bitter. He stepped back to catch his air, breathing in, watching how wet you had become. The question that plagued him was 'did he make you like this' or perhaps you were already awake after all, and how well he treats you led you to this state. 

𝕀n fact, the answer was not important. What matters is that you don't protest, meaning you want him to continue. You want it, you don't even know how much you need it. How good he is for you. How much he loves you. How much he can do for you. 

ℍe looked at you, ran his fingers over you again, but stopped, come your entrance, with his other hand he reached down to his crotch, with two fingers he pressed lightly against you, at the same time slowly starting to pleasure himself. Very slowly, as if he was afraid that he would hurt you, he put his middle finger in you, which, compared to the rest of his body, felt how much you needed him. How wet, tight and throbbing you are. With his long finger he explored you, only to stop in one place other than the rest of you. He put on his second finger and slowly began to caress you from the inside. 

If you were lying on your back right now it would make it easier for him to caress your clit, but he knew well that he couldn't have it all at once. Feeling a shudder pass through him, he stopped his movements, pulled his fingers out, wet from caressing you, and smiled triumphantly. 

He was looking at you. The first time, since he met you, the first time since he began to approach you, the first time he stopped in his movements. Holding his dick, he looked like he was thinking through every scenario. 

He wrinkled his nose, staring at you, but he couldn't see anything to stop him. After all, you both want it. You invited him today, the fact that he was late, it was an accident. He didn't want to be late, and since you went to bed wearing only shorts, since you cleaned the house, it only means that you want this. That you invited him over to confess your love to him and, at the end of the day, start your relationship with very good sex, which you both wanted. 

Right?  

You moved under him to be in a more comfortable position. Comfortable for you and more comfortable for him, because now you are perfectly exposing your pussy for him. Just for him and only for him. 

He leaned over you, level with your entrance. With a slow motion, he entered you, gripping the sheets. "So tight. Warm. You're more pleasant than I imagined." He could feel his breathing speed up every second as he was in you, but he didn't move. He slowly pushed his hips to pull himself back, looked under him, watching his dick fit perfectly into you. With slow but more confident movements, he moved, squeezing the sheets harder every now and then. 

If he felt so good, that means you must feel just as good if not better. 

He put his right hand on your hip, as if catching his balance more, he sped up minimally. He looked at your profile, watching you wrinkle your nose slightly. When the two of you are at work, you usually wrinkle your nose like that when you feel uncomfortable. 

"Don't like it? You want me to speed it up. Forgive me, however, I'm doing it for the second time, in my life I'm.... heh. I know, I'll try." he led the monologue. 

He ran his hand over your thigh, gently moved it to have better and more comfortable access to you. Placing his hands between your hips, he held tighter, the sheet speeding up his movements. He could feel the sounds slowly, becoming slightly less distinct and tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Immediately knowing that he was on the verge, he slowed down to come out of you, jerking off at the same speed at which he was entering you. 

ℍe closed his eyes and tilted his head, feeling the release, coming over your ass, breathing heavily. Even the fact that the fan was still running didn't help, as he felt as if his body was on fire. It was burning for more. And he knew very well that he was going to get more. 

He tried to normalize his breathing as much as possible, but the moment he entered you again did not help him. The warmth again, the warmth of you, it's so pleasurable he wanted to stay inside you for as long as possible. He knew you were his, he knew you wouldn't say 'no' to him. However, he knew that such behaviour was unhealthy. Sometimes you need to take a break. 

ℍowever, a break was not an option now. Not when he felt that he was once again getting close to coming. With quick movements, he pushed at you. He watched as his every move made your butt wavy, the mattress creak slightly. 

He looked at you, at your slightly open mouth "Now is it okay? Not too slow? I like it too. It's perfect." He froze in his movements and thoughts as you let out a quiet but perfect moan. Smiling as if he had won a prize, he immediately resumed his interrupted bluntness. Maintaining his bluntness, he felt the first drops of sweat appear on his forehead. 

He would like to speed up the fan now, but he does not want to stop the moment he is in. He does not want to let you down. He needs to make himself and you happy. He can't think about anything else right now. What is important now is you and him, him and you, no one and nothing else. 

The way he says your name is the simplest proof of how much he loves you. The way he tries, to touch you, without breaking the blunt, without disengaging, you is erotic. The increasing frequency of your silent moans gave him even more pleasure, he knew you must be enjoying it. 

Accelerating his movements he watched your every move, every breath. Trying to read you, breathing hard he rested his whole body on his right hand. His left hand slid under your belly to easily find your pussy. He leaned in more, but continued to penetrate you, at the same time attacking your clit. He could feel the heat starting to fill him again. As the blood began to sound in his ears. 

He slowed down in movements that became more aggressive than faster. To stop his movements after a few thrusts and pull his wet hand out from under you. 

"You don't even know how happy I am," he said, leaning over your ear. "Can I do it again? Please," he asked, looking at you, at the tears you had shed in your sleep. Saying your name, he ran his hand over your cheek, nodding. 

Still inside you, he sat up, watching as his dick hid inside you. Keeping his knees against your hips, again that night he leaned over you, catching your wrists, settling into a comfortable position to move again. With decidedly more slow movements than the previous ones he entered you. He felt as if he could hide all inside you, how good you were to him. With every movement he tried to prove to you how you needed him. How much he loves you. How much you need him. How good he is to you. How much you need him. How good he treats you. 

How much you need him.  

Because you need him don't you?  

A sharp blink and wide open eyes did not show this. As soon as he noticed that you had woken up, he sped up, trying to get as fast as possible. 

"𝕎hat the fuck!" you shouted, starting to wriggle your body. "Stop it!" You began to twist your head, trying to turn in some way. Returning to his previous position, he straightened his legs, still holding you, continuing his movements. 

Clenching your hands into fists, you tried to break out of this grip, from him. Who is he! Didn't you lock the door? Why is the light off? The tears that gathered in your eyes did not help you see your torturer. Again writhing, you screamed for him to stop. 

His movements became more and more sloppy, his breathing sped up. Grabbing you tighter, he turned you forcibly onto your backs. He easily held your wrists in one hand as he lifted your leg with the other, giving himself easier access to move inside you. 

"Wilbur!" you stated, more than asked, looking at the brunet with curly hair. Despite the low light, you could easily recognise him. Your view of him was completely shattered. A kind, hard-working, slightly secretive but good man is now causing you the most pain. "Stop it!" 

"Shh, it's okay darling. I'll be coming soon." he said between sighs. Looking at you, At your weeping eyes, he was smiling. That bastard was smiling. You opened your mouth slightly, trying to catch your breath. Shaking your head, you closed your eyes tightly, trying to stop the approaching feeling in any way possible. However, his fast and violent movements were not helping with that. 

Contracting both legs, you felt your muscles begin to shake on their own, his movements slowing as you felt his dick begin to pulsate inside you. Snorting your nose, not opening your eyes, you tried to wake yourself from this nightmare. . Feeling the man come out of you, you felt your legs fall inertly onto the mattress. Opening your tear-filled eyes slowly, you saw your co-worker move closer to you and lightly but passionately steal kisses from you. 

"I knew I was doing the right thing." he said, breaking the kiss. 

"What!" you growled, trying to straighten up, but Wilbur, being stronger than you, put his forearm around your neck, holding your body to the mattress. Catching your leg with his leg, he inserted his middle and ring finger into you. 

"You like it." he stated, forcing you to stay in bed. With your hands you pushed him away with all your might, despite the fact that he was touching you so well. Despite how pleasurable it was and how much inside you wanted to have such a moment with Wilbur, you now felt nothing but disgust for him.

Feeling a barrage of resistance from him, you put your hand to your mouth, biting your thumb, trying to stop the moans, and with the other you kept trying to push the man away despite the lack of results. 

"Stop it!" he said, slapping your clitoris lightly but nevertheless with discipline "You like that! You know it, so don't pretend!" he raised his voice. You don't know whether a shudder went through you from pleasure or from the fear that had been building up inside you since you woke up. 

𝕋ears streamed down your cheeks as pleasure turned into over-stimulation. Biting your hand harder you held back your words, your moans, your movements. You stared blurry-eyed at him, the headache making your whole body feel like it was pulsating. 

"You're beautiful." you heard, feeling your thighs clench again, trying to hold back the pleasure, feeling the cold sweat pour down your body. Why Wilbur? Why him? After all, he is incapable of saying an unkind thing about a person. So why is he hurting you. 

Feeling his head fall against your chest and his movements stop, you rested your hands on his shoulders to push him away. He raised his head and looked at you frantically, entwining his arms around your waist. 

" I love you. " he said, hugging you tighter.  

"You're a monster." you said, feeling the tears run down your face even more. 

"Maybe," he said, then raised his head. "But at least yours." You tried again to push him away. 

“You love me, no matter what I do.”  

[stelladoesstuff]

Ok

Okok

Hi hello

Loki episode 5 spoilers below because I have THOUGHTS

This is a lot of theorizing and just straight up rambling but who knows maybe you’ll get something out of it

Help me

The fact that one of the recap scenes TWICE this season has been Kang stating that he controlled every moment leading up to the moment is what’s making me think here. Because think about it- O.B. had to write the time manual in order for Victor Timely to create his temporal loom. And while O.B. stated that his work was based off of the work of Victor Timely, creating the whole chicken and the egg scenario, that first tempad prototype was because Loki gave him the TVA manual that HE wrote. He inspired himself. It’s a loop. Just like Loki pruning himself. Loki had to prune himself in order to go back in time just like O.B. had to write the manual in order to create the TVA.

And yes, he doesn’t remember this. But that’s because all of the TVA’s employee memories are said to be wiped when they entered. By Kang. Kang, who was Victor Timely, who had to read the manual written by O.B. to create the loom. But Kang can’t have O.B. remembering that O.B.’s manual was the basis of the entire TVA, so what does he do?

He makes O.B. believe that O.B.’s manual was based off of Victor Timely’s work. O.B.’s work was NEVER inspired by Timely. He just thinks it was, because that’s what he HAD to think in order for the series of events to proceed as they did. For the entire TVA to proceed as it did.

Also- notice how the room O.B. is in on the timeline is VERY SIMILAR structurally to his room in the TVA. Because that’s where it all originated. That was the foundation point. Kang couldn’t wipe all of O.B.’s memories from when he was on the timeline, because if he did, then O.B. wouldn’t retain the knowledge he had of making the tempad, or anything he read in his own book. O.B. had to retain some of that knowledge in order for everything to work.

So Kang specifically wiped specific memories. Memories that Loki had been the one to hand him the book. Skewed a few things- O.B. wrote a book. He remembers writing a book. So Kang took that knowledge and applied it to the handbook. O.B. remembers writing a book, and handbook states that he is the author, so obviously the memories align and his memories are skewed to apply the memories of writing his sci-fi book to writing the TVA handbook.

But then it’s a paradox. Because O.B. had to see the book to retain skewed memories, and so the book had to be written at some point… but when?

And so we’re back to the chicken and the egg. What came first, the TVA or the manual?

Also. We’re jumping topics.

Loki gathering everyone in one place. If you think about it… why did he have to do that? To figure out how to control the time slipping, sure, but… why did Marvel specifically make him run around on a wild goose chase getting everyone together?

Because he had to. Because it’s part of Kang’s plan.

Bring them all together. In order to do that, the tempad had to be made. The tempad which requires O.B. to read the manual. Which in turn leads to the creation of the TVA. Which means the entire group’s memories are wiped, and they are then TVA employees.

It’s a loop. As demonstrated by the beginning scene. Loki walked in, saw himself reading the manual, jumped back, and then was reading the manual and got called out by himself.

Same idea.

Loki went back in time to give the manual to O.B. In doing so, he sparked the entire creation of the TVA. He brought a group of people together who would become the TVA’s employees. And because he did that, every event of seasons 1 and 2 thus far could occur.

So in a sense, Loki created the TVA.

But still

WHAT CAME FIRST THE CHICKEN OR THE FUCKING EGG-

[kingcanis]

Fuck it, a second Jurassic Park hot take: (movie) John Hammond is not a villain (Book John Hammond is an ass).

The biggest thing I've seen arguing that he's an asshole and JP was all his fault was underpayment Dennis Nedry. We have no evidence in the media itself that Dennis was being underpaid for his work. The amount that he is being paid is never named. We DO get a line from Hammond to Nedry about paying what he owes, but that always gave me more of a "I am paying you a reasonable wage for this job. The fact that you're terrible with money and can't sort your own shit out is not my fault or problem".

Which is a totally fine stance for an employer to have! Dennis complains about his pay not being enough but no one else in the entire movie seems to have an issue with their wages. In the book, once again Nedry is the only one. It seems to me that the takeway should be that "Nedry is a greedy asshole" and not "John Hammond was abusing his working class employees"

(Side note, Nedry is a greedy asshole, and is made out to be an asshole to animals and willing to let people die to make a quick buck. However his depiction on the movie as a slob, the whole falling down on the mud scene that leads to his death, and the general way he's treated in many of the writing decisions are incredibly fatphobic, and deeply not okay)

So let's go over what John Hammond DID do. He showed up to try and be present and available for the birth of each dinosaur (the fact that he didn't know about the hatching in the beginning of the film makes me think that wasn't the first time Wu "forgot" to tell him, but the man tried).

He brought back paleo-flora to go woth his dinosaurs, tried to give them as close to authentic habitats as possible.

He insisted that they'd want to keep the price if admission to the park low so that everyone could attend and see the dinosaurs. It was a vision he wanted to *share* with everyone.

He funded a first of its kind state of the art security system and isolated the park from the mainland so that in case anything catastrophic happened, the danger posed by the park would be contained.

He prioritized getting his grandchildren back once everything went to shit, and did everything in his power to help them get off the island (he's a fuddling grandpa, there's wasn't much he was ever going to be able to do).

All of this to say, that John Hammond is not a saint, but the man meant well and did his best to bring his dream to life, and then to share it with the world.

It's part of what makes me think that John, shows up for every dino birth he knows of, lovingly calls the dinos animals, clearly has this great sense of wonder about the whole thing, Hammond would have *hated* Simon, they're assets not animals, I've never seen this super traumatized death-dino before, what happened to its sibling? I have no idea what Henry Wu has been doing in the lab I put him in, I literally die playing Action Hero because I let the death-dino kill all my guys, Masrani.

Long story short, Hammond is not a villain. He's not perfect, and certainly makes some mistakes (add in some critical redundancy to your systems my dude), but he is just as much a victim as the rest of the cast.

[crimsun-n-clover]

last night my guitarist and i went to waffle house after our miserable practice. we put a five in the jukebox and basically held it hostage for more than an hour. i guess heart of glass by blondie is our song now. the employees have gotten attached to us and our server straight up asked me for a ride home. i love waffle house so goddamn much.

we had our gigs today. the punk band sounded kinda shitty but that’s alright. it’s all on the new guitarist, but he’s a decent kid. i met his dad today and suddenly i’m feeling protective over the bastard now that i know what his parent is like. he wrote a riffs for an original song that we played, and i put lyrics about identity to it.

apparently our drummer lied to us and is actually on vacation. man i fucking trusted her. she said she had a family emergency and we did everything to cover for her, and i even had to play fucking drums on one of the songs because our fill in drummer didn’t know how to play it and i did. i sang while playing drums and let me just say, never again. jesus. christ. it definitely sounded like shit and i have blisters.

at least the band has a bunch of followers on insta purely because of the outrageous name.

OH AND the hot bassist from the prog rock band we share the stage with is interested in joining our metal band. fucking SCORE. she’s so insanely talented and i actually met her on tumblr before i met her in person and she started talking and i was like waiiit a minute. are you?? that one person i know on tumblr???? and she was so shocked but she WAS. fucking wild. now i can sing without playing bass for that band, because i can’t stand still in front of a mic while singing metal shit. it’s fucking impossible. “stevie you gotta eat the mic” FUCK OFF im jamming around and don’t have a hand free to keep the mic directly by my mouth.

i guess we gotta initiate her. which means watching rocky horror together, going to waffle house, and putting a dollar in the jukebox to play heart of glass.

my favorite kiddo showed up at the show. she isn’t even in the band anymore and she still wanted to see it. she’s welcome to come back whenever, she’s the randy to my ozzy. scrawny little blonde guitar god who writes solos that don’t make much musical sense but sound AMAZING and i’m very attached to her. you know that shit ozzy said about “either he’s the best fucking thing i’ve ever heard in my life or these drugs are really good”?? yeah.

i found out that she got a LEAD ROLE in a musical, talented little brat. she also gave me a birthday gift which i TOLD HER not to, but it’s candy, little squishy toy dinosaurs (which are getting their own shelf in the trailer but i’m not telling her. her ego is big enough), and a note that she wouldn’t let me read. i did the same shit with her gift so i don’t blame her. after the gig, i read it in the parking lot and fucking cried. i love her so goddamn much. she wrote about how she’s so glad i stayed with her even though she left the band, how we have been through some crazy shit but she didn’t mind because we were together, and how we have a bunch of adventures and mini cupcakes in our future. when i picked her up last time, we bought a dozen cupcakes from target and fucking devoured them in the parking lot. she ended it with “i love you man. from your little brat, ____” and when i tell you i had to turn off my dio cd?? to catch my fucking breath?????

god.

my catholic grandparents came to see it which i wasn’t very happy about. i intended to pull a bunch of stunts to piss off the guy who manages the school / studio we practice in, but my nervous ass completely skipped over it all trying to rush to get the set done. i only got in like two jabs when i’ve composed original music about how much of a dick he is. disappointing. i had SO MUCH blackmail AND mocking material.

i’m gonna put our shit on instagram. goodnight tumblr.

[erodasfishtacos]

request for ceoverse! pls make where the wifey visits him at work ((wherein the employees still dont know how she looks like)) and his secretary kinda looks down at her like “who r u, do u even have an appointment lol” ... i want angry ceo!harry and shook employees PLEASE +++ hes all soft w her in front of them and they are all like HUH 🤨

TEMP OPENING (mini blurb)

Reminder: Harry is not nice! He’s an asshole to everyone but his wife and baby.

-

Y/N was a bit frazzled. She was suppose to drop off important documents, that her husband had forgotten at home, to Harry’s office an hour and a half ago.

Ivy decided that it’d be best to throw a temper tantrum because she didn’t want to stop playing with her toy kitchen set.

After a half hour of wriggly, angry toddler chaos - Ivy was strapped into her car seat with a furious expression.

Especially because YN didn’t let her bring a toy along because of her behavior. It was her attempting to kick the back of the leather seat until YN firmly asked her to stop.

When she wouldn’t, YN pulled out her last resort card. She didn’t use it much because she didn’t want it to lose luster.

“Did I need to tell Daddy how you’re treating mummy?” YN looks in the rearview mirror at her red-faced daughter.

Ivy looked comical. She’d refused to let her mother comb her wild curls or change her white shirt that was covered in berry stains.

“No!” She shrieks but stops kicking and huffs as she looks out the window to the passing scenery.

The temper of her father, YN swears.

-

She manages to scurry through the building without many glances. A few people know who she is but not any of the lower level employees.

They don’t recognize Ivy either because she is rarely in the building and if she happens to be they keep her on the secluded top floor where his office is.

YN is rushing, feeing awful about not getting the papers to him sooner. She doesn’t look much better than her baby.

Hair is a messy bun atop her head, a ripped up vintage shirt, and grey biker shorts that have similar berry stains to her daughters.

She is basically dragging her toddler along as she isn’t very willing to use her feet at this very moment. Stopping and staring at everything then grumbling when her mum pulls her away.

Finally she arrives at the office that houses his secretary before the massive doors that lead into his office.

When she pushes through, there are two men sitting on the sofa with briefcases in their laps - obviously waiting for a meeting.

The women behind the desk isn’t the usual grey haired grandmother-like women that she and Ivy love.

Harry’s normal secretary was on a week vacation and there was a younger, raven-haired girl sitting in her usual position.

She looks YN up and down with judgemental eyes before she smirks and says, “Mr. Styles isn’t hiring for the cleaning crew right now.”

It takes moment of confusion to realize that the girl is implying that how she looks - unprofessional and a hot mess means she’s less than.

Even though any job is a good job.

YN is about to comment on how rude the comment is but Ivy bolts to the side of the office to view a large very much alive plant.

She reaches up to curiously pick at the leaves in her child-like wonder but ends up pulling the whole thing over, soil spilling all over the plush white carpeting.

It startled Ivy into tears, rushing back to her mum and begging to be picked up. YN can feel the men and the secretary’s eyes on them.

“Mummy, it’s scary,” Her daughter whines, sniffling and burying her face into her mum’s neck. Hiding.

“You’re okay, it’s fine,” YN soothes, rubbing her back comfortingly.

“It’s really not okay because now I have to clean that up. Maybe you should get that little brat under control.”

It’s perfect timing when Harry’s door opens and he hears the girl call his daughter a brat.

His perfect little baby.

All eyes go to Harry, he demands attention anywhere he goes but this is his territory. He’s fucking furious.

“Hayley, why are you talking to your boss that way?” Harry asks in a calm, taunting tone. He casually rests against the doorframe.

Hayley looks at him confused, “What do you mean? I was just telling this women that her daughter is out of control.”

“First off, that women is your boss just as much as me. Seeing as she has 50% ownership of the company,” He replies cooly, pursing his lips in irritation.

“Second off, I’m not going to tolerate you insulting our daughter. She’s a fuckin’ baby, she’s going to do things kids do,” Harry motions to the plant lying lifelessly on the ground.

YN shoots his a look, no cursing in front of Ivy, and he automatically sends her an apologetic look. Their daughter has popped up and is dimpling at her father.

“Daddy! Missed you!” Ivy chirps happily.

The two men are wide-eyes and quiet, they look at each other once - communicating silently.

“Anything else I need to address, pet?” Harry asks his wife, accepting Ivy when she makes grabby hands at her father.

Harry smiles down at his child, “Hi Vee. Y’missed Daddy? I missed you, my little lovie.”

YN usually would let it alone and not be catty - truly.

Insult her all they want but they do not talk about their daughter like that.

“She said that they’re not hiring janitorial staff. I guess my appearance gave off that kind of signal,” YN smirks, even though the rock on her finger should have given it away.

“Hmm, isn’t that interesting?” Harry hums, mocking that he’s thinking hard.

It’s amazing how he can still be intimidating with a little clone of himself in his arms - who’s currently wrapping her fingers in his cross necklace.

“Wha-what?” The confused, nervous girl answers as she realizes the pit she dug herself into.

“It’s interesting because we may not have a janitorial position available but we have a new opening for a temp secretary,” Harry smiles widely with no empathy for the girl.

Then he’s turning to the other men, “D’you two have anything t’say? I’m always willin’ to open your positions too.”

They shake their heads in unison and don’t open their mouths at all. They actually look at their feet.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Hayley spits at him, standing up and throwing her purse over her shoulder.

“You better hurry. The unemployment office closes at two,” Her husband tells the girl before ignoring her mutters to kiss his daughter’s cheek.

YN steps over, murmuring “She has been a brat all day but she’s our brat.”

“Eh, her mummy is a brat half the time too,” Harry replies, lowly so the men can’t hear.

He can’t help but reach his hand around and squeeze quickly at her bum.

“H,” YN squeaks, smacking him playfully, “Here’s those papers. I’m sorry I’m so late.”

“Never be sorry, s’okay. These guys have been sitting there for the last two hours waitin’ on them to start the meeting. They’re fine.”

YN flushes, avoiding the men’s gazes, and hands them to her husband, “You really are an awful boss.”

“I know, s’fun,” Harry smiles, pressing a kiss to her lips before kissing Ivy’s nose to hear her giggle.

After meeting, the men will discuss - one: how hot his wife is and two: how Harry was whipped for her and his baby.

Enjoy 😊

[cherrycheridarling]

dap me up | t.h.

tom holland x actress!reader

warnings: somewhat smut? swearing and fluff

summary: during an interview for your new film, tom exposes your odd routine during intimate scenes and your favourite flower.

a/n: i got carried away. there's a lot going on in here. enjoy?

wc: 2.6k

"Hello! I'm Adrien Fox with Pop Sugar and we are here with stars of the new film 'Week Off', Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L/N!" Adrien introduced you and Tom to the cameras.

You and Tom gave little waves, "Hello!"

"Now, let's get right into it."

Adrien began asking generic questions while you tried your best to prevent any spoilers from leaving Tom's lips.

"Can you explain the movie a bit to anyone who is unfamiliar with the book or hasn't watched the trailer?"

Tom opened his mouth to speak before closing it, "I think I'll let Y/N do that."

Adrien laughed before you spoke, "Yeah, um. It's basically a comedy with a little rated R content. Some romance, but mostly raunchy and hilarious stuff. It follows the employees in this law firm and their vacation away from work. Lots ensues during said trip including relationships, arguments and too much drinking."

"And you guys worked with many famous actors and actresses in this film. Like, Jennifer Lawrence, Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Zendaya, Chris Hemsworth, Kevin Hart, Jonah Hill, Channing Tatum and The Rock. How was working with that many iconic people in the industry? You guys are obviously incredibly well known as well, but I imagine some of these people were your idols growing up." Adrien asked and you and Tom nodded.

"Yeah, uh, yeah. It was an honour. Absolutely amazing. Like, I never imagined I'd be making films, let alone films with stars like Kevin Hart and Emma Stone, you know? I'm just really proud of this one and I love everyone who we worked on it with." Tom gave his answer making you nod.

You cleared your throat, "Yeah, Zendaya is my best friend and she has been for years, long before this movie came along, but I still got so excited about working with her. Jennifer Lawrence is amazing, so hilarious. You put her and Chris into a room together and it's just comedy central." you laughed with Tom at the memory.

"We've seen in the trailer that you two share many intimate and – may I say – risqué scenes in this film. Was it hard to keep that level of professionalism and friendship while shooting those scenes?"

You let out a little chuckle at the question before Tom rubbed his chin and spoke, "Since Y/N and I are already good friends off screen, I thought it would be awkward filming those scenes, but Y/N does this weird handshake after every take and it wasn't awkward 'cause it just made me laugh."

Adrien laughed a little before speaking, "What handshake?"

You shook your head with a smile as you recalled the first time you ever did the handshake with Tom.

"Ready, Holland?" you had your pyjamas on and were making your way to your mark in the set of your character's hotel room.

Tom nodded before following you in, cameras and crew hot on his heels, "Ready as I'll ever be."

He was shirtless. A pair of loose fitting grey shorts hung low on his waist. His costume for this scene as Niko Sai.

A black silk slip hung carelessly off of your frame. Ending at the middle of your thighs, v-neck dipping low on your chest. Your costume for Kora Patel.

"We're going to take it from Tom's line; 'You want me just as much as I want you'. Okay?" you and Tom gave a thumbs up, "Action!"

"You want me just as much as I want you. Everytime you sneak a glance at me and you think I don't see, but I do because I'm already looking at you, Patel." Tom walked behind you, looking at you through the mirror in front of you. "I don't blame you, I am incredibly good looking." he smirked to himself.

"I'm guessing you couldn't fit your shirt over your ginormous head?" you rolled your eyes.

Tom's smirk only grew, "Is that a little bit of drool on your mouth, Patel? Who knew the Kora Patel had a thing for Niko Sai? Oh, the Lord is good."

You rested your hands on the sink and leaned forward, "This is a useless conversation, Sai." you turned to face him, "I feel nothing for you. Don't you get that?"

He stepped closer to you and cupped your face in his palm, "Yes you do, you just don't want to." his face showed pain, all humour drained from his character.

You shook your head with a dry laugh, "You're only trying with me because it's convenient. The company's quiet little Kora Patel, right?"

He took another step towards you, holding your hip in a tight grip, "That's a lie. Nothing about us is convenient."

You chuckled before your hand flew to grasp his hair, tangling your fingers in his curls. Your other hand pressed against his pec. Nails tracing patterns on his skin. Tom's breath hitched along with yours as his body automatically drew closer to you.

You tightened your grip on his hair, "It is convenient because you know I keep to myself. You know that I won't go running my mouth about how long you last or if size really does matter. You know that I'm an easy one to fuck," you pulled him closer, "And toss aside, right, Sai?"

"No." Tom swallowed, "You're wrong, Patel."

You shrugged, "I can give you what you want," you ran your thumb across his bottom lip, "Physically." your eyes met his with heavy lids, "Not emotionally. That's why you need Remedy. Not me." your lips brushed his as you spoke, your voice just loud enough for the mics to pick up.

He leaned in and nearly kissed you before you pushed him away slightly by his chest, foreheads still touching, "Let me kiss you." he whispered, sounding so desperate that you nearly abandoned the script and pulled him into you.

You rolled your lips between your teeth, "And if I don't?" you raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

"I'll leave you alone. If that's what you want, I'll go and have a useless one night stand with a girl who could never measure up to you." he pulled your hips flesh against his, "But if you let me kiss you. I promise to show you how much I mean it when I say that I'll spend all night showering every inch of your body with the love it deserves." he brushed his lips against yours again before bringing his mouth to your ear, "Just say the word, darling, and I'm yours."

Your heavy breaths were the only things that could be heard besides the small sound of shuffling behind the cameras. Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips before you closed the distance and pushed your lips to his.

Fighting for dominancy, teeth clashing, hands roaming. Unscripted groans falling from Tom's lips as you tugged on his hair, running your fingers along his scalp. His hands gripped the bottom of your thighs before you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist.

"I still hate you." you breathed against his lips as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

You felt him smirk, "You sure have a funny way of showing it."

He carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you down and climbing on top of you, never breaking the kiss. His hands running down your sides, squeezing and rubbing. Your lips moving in sync until he pulled away only to attach his lips to your jawline, leaving slow but hard kisses down your neck, leading to your collarbone.

"Still hate me?" Tom mumbled against your skin.

You let out a breathy moan, "More than ever."

"What do you hate about me, Patel?" he lifted up the bottom of your black slip.

"E-everything." you fake gasped as he rolled his hips into yours.

He laughed dryly, "Everything, huh? The noises you're making say otherwise."

"You're such a dick." you moaned.

He smirked against your breast, "You're about to take my—"

"—Don't finish that fucking sentence, Sai."

Soft moans fell from your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist again and pulled him closer to you. He groaned against your skin as the cameras picked up every noise, every movement, every kiss. You ran your nails down his back, surely leaving marks in its wake. His grip on your hips was almost punishing, as if he wanted there to be bruises the next day.

"And cut! Great work, guys. Ten minute break and we'll shoot it again."

Tom immediately got off of you and sat to the side of the bed before looking at you with concern, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

You let out a laugh before shaking your head, "No, you didn't hurt me. Dap me up." you held out your hand and he stared confused.

"What you up?" he chuckled.

You smiled before lifting his hand and doing the movements for him, "Just like that." he finally got it down and smiled.

"You Americans are definitely odd." he teased.

You tossed him a wink as an assistant handed you a robe, "See you in ten, Holland."

"And that's the handshake. It's not really a handshake, more of a greeting. I just did it after our first intimate scene because Tom was acting weird and I didn't want things to be awkward." you explained with a shrug as Adrien and Tom laughed.

Tom nodded, "I thought I hurt her! So I asked if I did and all she said was 'dap me up', like, what?" he laughed with you.

"You guys have really great chemistry on and off screen." Adrien complimented making your cheeks heat up.

You nodded, "Thank you. It took a lot of work to break through his industrial ego." you joked with an exhausted sigh as Adrien laughed.

Tom gasped beside you, "I do not have an industrial ego!"

"Mhm, sure." you joked before reaching over and giving Tom's thigh a gentle squeeze, "I meant indestructible."

Tom huffed and crossed his arms, "This is bullying."

Adrien laughed again, "We have to talk about something," he started and you already knew what was coming, "Lots of fans have speculated that the romance on screen carries on off screen." he smirked.

You and Tom laughed nervously. Almost awkwardly.

The situations that you went through with Tom while filming definitely built your relationship with him and strengthened it. In all honesty, you didn't know if the feelings you had for him were reciprocated.

In Tom's head, he was adamant that you had no feelings for him beyond the big screen. Both of you were too timid to confess first. His feelings for you developed a few weeks into filming and since then have only gotten stronger as your friendship grew and you spent more time together.

The amount of times that this topic had been brought up today was tiring. Every answer was the same: "No, no. We're just really good friends."

You decided to joke around, "Honestly, I've asked Tom out at least twenty times and he keeps rejecting me." you pouted and sniffled.

Adrien let out a joyous laugh as Tom gasped and choked on air at your words.

"That is not true! She has never asked me out!" he defended himself.

You shook your head with a deep frown, "He's broken my heart too many times. This is probably my last time acting with him." you continued on with the joke.

Tom shook his head furiously, "That is one hundred percent false. If she had asked me out, we would already be dating." he let the words fall from his lips without a second thought.

You fought the instinct to snap your head towards him. His confession catching you off guard. You played it off with another pout and shrug. Unsure if he was joining in on the prank or not.

Adrien raised a suggestive eyebrow, "What I'm hearing is that Y/N just needs to ask you out and we have our new couple."

You fake gasped, "Why do I have to ask him out? He should be asking me out with a million roses and a horse drawn carriage." you flipped your hair over your shoulder.

"You don't even like roses." Tom laughed, "You like dandelions because they turn into those fluffy things that you can make a wish with." he remembered the information off of the top of his head, "And because it sounds like you're saying 'dandy lions' when you say their name."

You nodded with a smile, "A million dandelions then. And maybe I'll think about it." you joked with a yawn making the two men laugh.

"You heard it here first. We have a new couple on the rise. Tom just needs to find a million dandelions and a horse drawn carriage." Adrien laughed again.

Tom scoffed dramatically, "Find? I already have them in my garage, ready to go."

Adrien cheered as you felt a heat creep up your neck, "Did I say dandelions? I meant daisies."

"Got those, too." Tom smirked making you roll your eyes.

"Okay, we need to end this interview before Tom buys all the flowers in Berlin." you joked.

After the interview ended, you said your goodbyes to Adrien and the crew before you and Tom made your way back to your temporary hotel suite for the week of press junkets.

Tom walked you to your room, stopping at the door, "That was an odd interview." he chuckled.

You nodded, "Indeed. It was fun, though." you smiled and he returned the expression.

There was an awkward beat of silence before he spoke again, "T-that whole asking me out thing. You were kidding, right? Like, just a show for the cameras?" he laughed nervously.

You swallowed air before replying with a timid smile, "Y-yeah. Totally. Just for the fans." you nodded again, "Um, I should head to bed. More interviews tomorrow. See you in the morning." you gave him a little wave before turning to your door and pulling out your key.

He nodded with the smallest of pouts before turning on his heel and starting the walk back to his suite.

Just as your hand was turning the knob, Tom's voice called out to you again.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" he spoke in one breath.

You bit your lip to conceal your smile, but it was no use. His question sparked a flame in your stomach that wasn't dying out anytime soon.

You turned with a bright grin, "I'd love to."

His features went from pure fright to relief in a matter of seconds, "G-great. I'll- uh, I'll text you the details. Goodnight." he gave you a little salute making you laugh.

"Sounds good. Night, Holland." you nodded your head before entering your hotel room.

You leaned against the door as soon as it shut. A euphoric glow radiating off of you. You were going on a date with Tom Holland.

Tom happily punched the air. Skipping down the hallway, a new found joy in his step. Chris Hemsworth walked out of his room and examined the gleeful boy.

"What's got you all smiley?" he chuckled.

Tom stopped and smiled, staring at the ceiling, "I just got myself a date."

Chris raised an impressed eyebrow before laughing, "You really are Peter Parker. Night, kid."

"Goodnight, Chris." Tom's smile never faded as he made his way back to his suite.

Not even ten minutes had gone by since he last spoke to you and he already missed you. He pulled out his phone and pressed on your contact.

Tom: sorry i didn't have any dandelions. hope you can make an exception x

Y/N: i suppose but the horse drawn carriage is a must x

[storiesofsvu]

Valentine's Quickie

*not my gif* Alex Cabot x fem!reader Covers the Public Sex square for thatesqcrush Vday Bingo Warnings: language, smut, dirty talk, semi public sex

Alex secretly loved the gala’s the D.A’s office and the department held regularly throughout the year. Not only was it a throwback to the events she regularly attended growing up, but it was always a chance to show you off. As much as your relationship had started off privately and just for the two of you, as the years went on, things became much more public. She would insist that you join her with the squad for drinks, proudly wrapping an arm around you or placing a gentle kiss against your lips.  Her heart swelled whenever her head would swivel in the courtroom to see your face in the gallery, knowing just how much you love watching her kick ass. Her love for you outshone everything in the world, and you felt just the same.

Tonight when she’d stepped out of the bathroom to see you decked out in the scarlet dress her heart nearly stopped. You’d barely noticed, latching a necklace around your throat as you turned to her with a smile, asking if she was ready to go. She fumbled with a response and you giggled, kissing her gently before reminding her that a car would be there in ten minutes

The evening was spent socializing with various people from the legal world. You knew a small handful of them, friends of Alex’s from the D.A’s office, from the SVU squad, a small amount of more personable defence attorneys. Throughout the night you stayed glued to her side, not that you had much choice, she had a loving though nearly iron grip on you as you moved through the crowd. You picked on appetizers, sipping back cocktails, laughing over jokes and stories, though most of your time was spent gazing at you girlfriend as she talked. She alway got so passionate that you could simply get lost in her eyes at the way she told a story, the way she spoke, it simply made you grin like a school girl. You often wondered what made you so lucky that you were able to call Alexandra Cabot your girlfriend.

You’d taken a moment as she’d started to dive into a topic you knew nothing about to escape to the bar, refilling your drinks. You were surprised when her body suddenly caged you into the bar from behind, her lips meeting your bare shoulder before biting into your neck.

“You look so fucking stunning tonight sweetheart, you know that?” She murmured into the shell of your ear and you giggled.

“I had a feeling.” You turned your head, catching her lips in a kiss.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep my hands off you.” She admitted, her fingers already teasing up your sides.

“Then don’t.” You smirked back.

“Well that’s wildly unprofessional.” She countered, capturing your lips in another kiss, “but I do know of a back bathroom that’s never used.”

“Really?” You hummed, kissing at her jawline, “it’s not some shitty one stall meant for employees bathroom, is it?”

“On the contrary” she bit into your neck, “it’s a classy one off a back hallway no one really knows about.”

“Lead the way…” you gave a nod of thanks to the bartender, passing Alex’s drink to hers as you casually followed her through the ballroom. As much as you knew she was about to steal you away to fuck the shit out of you, you didn’t need everyone at the gala to know that.

Reaching the bathroom you found that it was, indeed a classy one, two large stalls (that were empty), a couch and array of products available to whoever graced its presence. The basin was a gorgeous marble and the mirror more than sparkling.

The second you were inside Alex flicked the lock so no one could interrupt you, her next move was firmly grasping you around the waist, pinning you to the door. Her lips met yours with a fire behind them, an ache she’d been trying to ignore the whole evening. You returned her feverish kiss, arms wrapping around her neck, tugging her impossibly close to you while her tongue plunged into your mouth. Her knee planted against the door, thigh directly between your legs under your skirt, one of her hands grasped at your hip, encouraging you to roll your pussy on her leg. Breaking free of the kiss to let out a gasp you dropped your head onto her shoulder,

“Good girl…” she murmured, “just like that…” Alex’s head tilted, teeth scraping against the skin of your neck, leaving a fluttering of kisses before starting to suck in a bruise on your skin. Her arm wrapped all the way around you, dragging your pussy across her thigh right as she clenched the muscle, pulling a moan from you at the sensation. One of your hands dug into her hair while your hips continued to roll, increasing in speed while you all but whined into her skin.

“Baby…please…”

“Uh-uh…you’re coming on my fingers, understood?” She lifted her head up, her hand grasping your chin to get your eyes level. You nodded meekly, a gasp escaping your lips as your clit hit just the right spot on her leg.

“Please fuck me.” You begged, the desire more than evident in your eyes, pulling a chuckle from your girlfriend.

“Since you asked so nicely.” She smiled, kissing you gently while she dropped her leg from between yours. She pulled you to the basin in front of the large mirror, wrapping her arms around you from behind as she nipped at the skin of your shoulder. “You have to watch though sweetheart…want you to see how gorgeous you are when you come.”

With a brief nod from you, Alex rucked up the skirt of your dress, bunching it around your waist, thankful that you’d chosen a tighter skirt and it would stay up unprompted. Sliding your drenched panties to the side her fingers started toying with your folds, spreading them open for you to see in the mirror, your wetness smearing her hand and your thighs.

“So fucking beautiful.” She murmured into your ear, nipping at the lobe while she began to circle your already throbbing clit. You whimpered at the feeling, hips jutting up against her hand as you clenched down around nothing.

Alex watched the way your thighs tried to rub together, chuckling lightly. Her hand slid down, slicking her fingers with your juices before sinking one into your heat. You moaned at the sensation, your eyes  fluttering as she began to finally fuck you. It didn’t take long for her to slide in a second finger, curling and twisting with ease inside your cunt. She cooed praise into your ear, leaving soft kisses on your neck, watching the way her fingers disappeared inside of you. Your breathing picked up, the feel of fire beneath your skin shooting through you as the pressure built up. Alex’s fingers sped up, the heel of her palm dragging over your clit sporadically.

“Such a good girl,take my fingers so well sweetheart.” She murmured, “you want me to strap you when we get home?”

“Yes..please!” Your voice cried out at the feeling of her thumb flicking at your clit, the thought of her fucking you into the mattress nearly pushing you over the edge. Your head fell against her shoulder, lips meeting her neck as her fingers curled right against the spongey spot within you, pressing harder focussing on that spot as she felt you begin to tremble, “fuck I love you.” You panted, lost in a wave of bliss as Alex murmured into your ear.

“Enough to marry me?”

“Oh God!” You yelped, orgasm burning through you, “yes! Yes!”

Your body shuddered against hers, legs nearly giving out as you hit your peak. Alex’s grip tightened around you, keeping you upright while her fingers slowed, eventually pulling out of your pussy. Despite panting for breath you were quick to suck her digits into your mouth, sucking them clean. She pecked your cheek softly, cooing gentle praise at you while her hands rubbed up and down your arms. She readjusted your panties and dress before encouraging you to lean into her embrace, her lips hitting your forehead. You hummed in satisfaction, kissing at her shoulder softly.

“You okay?” She asked, smoothing a piece of your mussed hair back.

“Yeah.” You smiled, accepting the kiss to your lips as she stroked your cheek, “might need a minute.” She chuckled softly.

“Take some time, I’ll get you a fresh drink.”

Alex waited for your nod of reassurance before leaving a kiss on your forehead and slipping from the room. You freshened up, taking full advantage of the array of products stashed in the baskets before fixing your hair and lipstick, making sure everything was properly in place. Back out in the main hall you unsurprisingly found Alex at a high top alongside Olivia. Giving the brunette a warm smile you wrapped around Alex, nuzzling into her side as she looped an arm around you. You let out a happy sigh at the way she curled you into her embrace, laying a kiss on the top of your hair. You accepted the fresh glass of champagne, thankful for the drink being able to cool you down a bit. Olivia glanced between the two of you, the smirk on Alex’s lips and the fact that you were all snuggled up and quiet now.

“You two just snuck off to fuck didn’t you?” She asked, you blushed but giggled. It wasn’t the first time Alex had dragged you off at a party and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“Now why would you think that?” Alex quipped, the gleam in her eye giving any hint of secretiveness away.

“Jesus…” Liv shook her head, happy when Fin popped around to drag her off for something. You took a moment, appreciating Alex’s embrace around you, shifting your head to kiss her cheek.

“Alex?” You asked softly.

“Yes my love?”

“Did you…mean what you said earlier?” Your brain had finally come down from the clouds long enough to fully digest her not-so-dirty talk.

“I did.” The blonde laughed quietly, ducking to kiss you gently, “can’t say I planned it that way, it kinda just slipped out.” She grimaced slightly as you pulled your head off her shoulder to look at her properly, “we can have a re-do?”

“No.” You smiled, kissing her again, “it was hot. I liked it. Thought maybe you were just trying to coerce a yes out of me through an orgasm.” You teased and she scoffed.

“As if you would have said anything but.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” With one last kiss, you decided it was time to call it a night, bidding goodbye to whomever you needed, you left arm in arm, grateful to have the rest of the evening to yourselves.

___

A/N; Fun fact, this has been in my brain since I started writing Hidden Desires. THIS is how HD was supposed to end…this was going to be the last chapter when it was a “dirty smut, kink exploring” story with Alex…#whoops

[peterrefur]

Afraid of the darkness ⅏ Simpbur x M!Reader

Summary: Your co-worker, Simpbur, breaks into your house after being late for a meeting with you. His knowledge of you and your behaviour leads him to believe that at the meeting at your house, you were supposed to profess your love and start a relationship. However, the fact that Wilbur was late caused you to go to bed on a summer's day, which did not make it easy for the man to stop himself from having you. Notes: Hey Mate!!! I’m Peter and I say right away that English is not my first language. I’m curious to hear your opinion about this work in the comments! Enjoy!

The story features: - TW! Rape

"𝔹eautiful. Smart. Loved. But him! He has ruined everything! He doesn't need her, she just needs ME! Today I will prove it to her. I will prove to her that I am everything she needs. I am able to make her life a dream. Every day I will adore her and show her how much I love her. That no one else is able to make her life better. I am hers!  After all, she loves me! And I love her!"  

He abruptly closed the diary, bent down to see your window better from the car. The lights in the bedroom are fainter, he knew well after hours or even days spent watching you, that this faint light is a small night lamp in the shape of a toadstool. 

When you talked to him, you never mentioned that you were afraid of the dark, but he knew it well, because whenever you were in the office together, you didn't go into the room until you turned on the light. He found it charming. Maybe you were afraid that this asshole would come back to you? Or you wanted the soft light to illuminate your perfect and most beautiful body when he would enter your bedroom. That's what he thought, imagining you in every pair of pyjamas he could think of. No matter what material, what cut, you'll look gorgeous. And you will definitely look more beautiful with his hands around your waist, your neck, your wrists, between your thighs. His hands are meant for your body. 

ℍe got out of the car and slowly looking down the streets, headed towards your front door. Standing in front of the beige door, he could feel his hands shaking, he had been to your house several times, you invited him and other employees for tea, and of course Wilbur was in your house without your knowledge. But he never broke in, after all, it will also be his home in the future, 'I'm just checking where what is so I don't get lost in the future.' is how he explained it to himself. But why was he so stressed out tonight? He had already seen you sleep several times. He pushed back the doormat with an asymmetrical pattern with his foot. A key with a red key ring showed itself to his eyes. 

Wilbur is intelligent and knew full well that you were leaving this key for him. There is no other logical reason for you to leave the key under the doormat in the twenty-first century. 

"Oh! What are you doing?" the brunet heard, he stood up abruptly, for a few seconds he lost control of his body as he stood up too quickly. He shook his head, "Mate!" the man took a few steps to see better who was at the door "Ah! Jared, that's you! I already thought it was a burglar! Good night Mate!" Wilbur watched as the man walked away. He opened his mouth and smiled strangely. "Me, I'm supposed to be the asshole !? I'm a hundred and one from him... NO! I'm so much better than him that it's impossible to tell! Jared. Jared... Fucking Jared!" he mumbled under his breath, eventually kicking the keys that were still lying on the ground. 

All fear from the fact that he was just about to enter the house turned to anger. Mashing his eyebrows, he looked at the red key ring. 

"Jared is just a problem. He made him sad. With me, he'll never be sad!" he said, violently taking the keys. He looked at them in his hand to turn them in the lock with a calm smile and step inside. 

𝕀mmediately the smell of you attacked him and gave him pleasure. He closed the door gently, putting the key back in place beforehand. He locked the door and began to pull off his shoes. Hearing no sound other than his own as he walked down the hall, he looked quickly into the living room, making sure you had cleaned up for him. Surely you know he's coming to see you tonight. 

Like he was running for his life, he quickly climbed the stairs to the floor. Surely, even with his eyes closed, he would have been able to make it to your bedroom. 

ℍe grabbed the door handle, feeling his hands instantly sweaty. He looked into the room to see if you were you were asleep. Looked around the room, which is illuminated by a lamp he knew well. Opening the door wider, he stepped inside, closing it carefully behind him. The summer night gave him the perfect opportunity to see your body, you were lying on your stomach in shorts with the duvet thrown to the ground. The fan in front of the bed moved the air and slightly your hair. 

He slightly bit his lip, looking at your buttocks, even without touching them is able to say that they are soft and firm like the softest pillow. He came closer, looking at you. 

"Do you know you're beautiful?" he asked himself, crouching in front of your face, kneeling down, looking at you as you breathe. He looked at the lamp and gently touched it, turning it off. Darkness has engulfed the room, leaving you in a room illuminated minimally by the light of the lantern, which get gently through the curtained windows. "You don't even know how much you need me." he said, taking off his summer jacket and putting it down on the armchair beside him. He unbuttoned his white shirt, continuing to look at your sleeping figure. 

He walked back to the bed when he noticed that you were trying to turn your back in your sleep. He jumped abruptly onto the bed, sitting astride your butt, preventing you from moving through your sleep. With that one move he didn't plan, he just wanted to keep looking at your body, he made him feel his heart beat faster. 

ℍolding his hands close to his chest, he bit his lip painfully, trying to stop himself from starting to touch you. Looking at your hair, your neck, your shoulders, your back, your waist, your hips, your bottom where it sits. Everything perfect. Everything in place and in perfect proportion. His perfect other half, who is not fully aware of how much they need him. He finished taking off his shirt and threw it on the floor without the same care as his jacket. 

He leaned in slightly slowly, bringing his chest closer to your back. Your warmth began to give him more pleasure than it should. The wind now blew perfectly against his back and your legs. He could already feel himself getting hard from the moment he entered the bedroom, but now as he sat on your butt, now as he touched your back with his slightly hairy chest, now as he could easily sniff your hair. Each inhale, each second was better than the last. 

He inhaled your scent and then carefully, lying down on top of you feeling his heart speed up, hiding his face in your neck. He felt your warmth, which he needed so much, he knew that you needed him. His heart beat faster and faster with every breath you took, as you moved closer to his chest with each inhalation.  

He leaned on his hands, looking at your back. His thoughts were focused on remembering every element he could. The moles, the scars, the discolouration of your skin. Everything he could, he must know everything about you. He brought his lips closer to your shoulder by placing a gentle kiss on your skin. Feeling a lack of resistance, he contoured. His hands wandered over your hips as the kisses he gave you traveled down your spine. So that when he reached the material of your shorts he stopped and looked at you and your sleeping figure once more. 

He sat on your thighs, looking at your veiled body. He placed his hands on your bottom, feeling how soft it was even through the material of your shorts. He slowly massaged you, gently as if he were kneading dough. Slow movements that slowly made the bulge on his trousers more visible than before. 

He got out of bed, pulling down his pants, staying in white socks. He leaned over you, slowly so as not to disturb your sleep, slipping off your shorts, which showed him how beautiful you are when you're not wearing anything. 

𝕃ying on top of your legs, he massaged your butt, being on the edge of his own control not to start eating you. He spread your legs so that they fit perfectly under his hands, now he could see your pussy perfectly. He swallowed his saliva, feeling his heart beating fast, feeling as if time had stopped. With his eyes wide open, he looked at you, took his hand off your buttock and gently touched your pussy. To take his hand abruptly after a while and look at his palm. Looking at her for a moment, he smiled, slowly with three fingers he drove from the end of the spine, through the tailbone, gently touched the anus, to run over your penis with slightly more pressure, and at the end with the middle finger make several circles on the tip. 

"Are you dreaming about me?" he asked, looking at his slightly damp fingers, "You're so cute." he added after a while, grabbing your ass again with two hands before moving close enough to start slowly riding his tongue over your entrance. 

He ran his hands from your buttocks to your thighs to get back to your buttocks. He stepped back to take in the air, breathing it in, watching how hard you had become. The question that plagued him was "did he make you this way", or perhaps you were already awake after all, and how well he was treating you had brought you to this state. 

𝕀n fact, the answer was not important. What matters is that you don't protest, meaning you want him to continue. You want it, you don't even know how much you need it. How good he is for you. How much he loves you. How much he can do for you. 

ℍe looked at you, ran his fingers over you again, but stopped, come your entrance, with his other hand he reached down to his crotch, with two fingers he pressed lightly against you, at the same time slowly starting to pleasure himself. Very slowly, as if he was afraid that he would hurt you, he put his middle finger in you, which, compared to the rest of his body, felt how much you needed him. How wet, tight and throbbing you are. With his long finger he explored you, only to stop in one place other than the rest of you. He put on his second finger and slowly began to caress you from the inside. 

If you were lying on your back now it would make it easier for him to caress your member, but he knew full well that he couldn't have it all at once. Feeling a shudder pass through him, he stopped his movements, extended his fingers, smiled triumphantly. 

He was looking at you. The first time, since he met you, the first time since he began to approach you, the first time he stopped in his movements. Holding his dick, he looked like he was thinking through every scenario. 

He wrinkled his nose, staring at you, but he couldn't see anything to stop him. After all, you both want it. You invited him today, the fact that he was late, it was an accident. He didn't want to be late, and since you went to bed wearing only shorts, since you cleaned the house, it only means that you want this. That you invited him over to confess your love to him and, at the end of the day, start your relationship with very good sex, which you both wanted. 

Right?  

You moved under him to be in a more comfortable position. Comfortable for you and more comfortable for him, because now you are perfectly exposing your ass for him. Just for him and only for him. 

He leaned over you, level with your entrance. With a slow motion, he entered you, gripping the sheets. "So tight. Warm. You're more pleasant than I imagined." He could feel his breathing speed up every second as he was in you, but he didn't move. He slowly pushed his hips to pull himself back, looked under him, watching his dick fit perfectly into you. With slow but more confident movements, he moved, squeezing the sheets harder every now and then. 

If he felt so good, that means you must feel just as good if not better. 

He put his right hand on your hip, as if catching his balance more, he sped up minimally. He looked at your profile, watching you wrinkle your nose slightly. When the two of you are at work, you usually wrinkle your nose like that when you feel uncomfortable. 

"Don't like it? You want me to speed it up. Forgive me, however, I'm doing it for the second time, in my life I'm.... heh. I know, I'll try." he led the monologue. 

He ran his hand over your thigh, gently moved it to have better and more comfortable access to you. Placing his hands between your hips, he held tighter, the sheet speeding up his movements. He could feel the sounds slowly, becoming slightly less distinct and tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. Immediately knowing that he was on the verge, he slowed down to come out of you, jerking off at the same speed at which he was entering you. 

ℍe closed his eyes and tilted his head, feeling the release, coming over your ass, breathing heavily. Even the fact that the fan was still running didn't help, as he felt as if his body was on fire. It was burning for more. And he knew very well that he was going to get more. 

He tried to normalize his breathing as much as possible, but the moment he entered you again did not help him. The warmth again, the warmth of you, it's so pleasurable he wanted to stay inside you for as long as possible. He knew you were his, he knew you wouldn't say 'no' to him. However, he knew that such behaviour was unhealthy. Sometimes you need to take a break. 

ℍowever, a break was not an option now. Not when he felt that he was once again getting close to coming. With quick movements, he pushed at you. He watched as his every move made your butt wavy, the mattress creak slightly. 

He looked at you, at your slightly open mouth "Now is it okay? Not too slow? I like it too. It's perfect." He froze in his movements and thoughts as you let out a quiet but perfect moan. Smiling as if he had won a prize, he immediately resumed his interrupted bluntness. Maintaining his bluntness, he felt the first drops of sweat appear on his forehead. 

He would like to speed up the fan now, but he does not want to stop the moment he is in. He does not want to let you down. He needs to make himself and you happy. He can't think about anything else right now. What is important now is you and him, him and you, no one and nothing else. 

The way he says your name is the simplest proof of how much he loves you. The way he tries, to touch you, without breaking the blunt, without disengaging, you is erotic. The increasing frequency of your silent moans gave him even more pleasure, he knew you must be enjoying it. 

Accelerating dullly, he watched your every movement, every breath. He tries to read you, breathing heavily, resting his whole body on his right hand. His left hand slid under your belly to easily find your penis. He leaned in more, but continued to enter you while simultaneously jacking you off. He could feel the heat starting to fill him again. As the blood began to sound in his ears. 

He slowed down in movements that became more aggressive than faster. To stop his movements after a few thrusts and pull his wet hand out from under you. 

"You don't even know how happy I am," he said, leaning over your ear. "Can I do it again? Please," he asked, looking at you, at the tears you had shed in your sleep. Saying your name, he ran his hand over your cheek, nodding. 

Still inside you, he sat up, watching as his dick hid inside you. Keeping his knees against your hips, again that night he leaned over you, catching your wrists, settling into a comfortable position to move again. With decidedly more slow movements than the previous ones he entered you. He felt as if he could hide all inside you, how good you were to him. With every movement he tried to prove to you how you needed him. How much he loves you. How much you need him. How good he is to you. How much you need him. How good he treats you. 

How much you need him.   

Because you need him don't you?  

A sharp blink and wide open eyes did not show this. As soon as he noticed that you had woken up, he sped up, trying to get as fast as possible. 

"𝕎hat the fuck!" you shouted, starting to wriggle your body. "Stop it!" You began to twist your head, trying to turn in some way. Returning to his previous position, he straightened his legs, still holding you, continuing his movements. 

Clenching your hands into fists, you tried to break out of this grip, from him. Who is he! Didn't you lock the door? Why is the light off? The tears that gathered in your eyes did not help you see your torturer. Again writhing, you screamed for him to stop. 

His movements became more and more sloppy, his breathing sped up. Grabbing you tighter, he turned you forcibly onto your backs. He easily held your wrists in one hand as he lifted your leg with the other, giving himself easier access to move inside you. 

"Wilbur!" you stated, more than asked, looking at the brunet with curly hair. Despite the low light, you could easily recognise him. Your view of him was completely shattered. A kind, hard-working, slightly secretive but good man is now causing you the most pain. "Stop it!" 

"Shh, it's okay sweetheart. I'll be coming soon." he said between sighs. Looking at you, At your weeping eyes, he was smiling. That bastard was smiling. You opened your mouth slightly, trying to catch your breath. Shaking your head, you closed your eyes tightly, trying to stop the approaching feeling in any way possible. However, his fast and violent movements were not helping with that. 

Straightening your legs you feel yourself coming as you felt his movements slow down, you felt his penis start to pulsate inside you. Snorting your nose, not opening your eyes, you tried to wake yourself from this nightmare. . Feeling the man come out of you, you felt your legs fall inertly onto the mattress. Opening your tear-filled eyes slowly, you saw your co-worker move closer to you and lightly but passionately steal kisses from you. 

"I knew I was doing the right thing." he said, breaking the kiss. 

"What!" you growled, trying to straighten up, but Wilbur, being stronger than you, put his forearm around your neck, holding your body to the mattress. Catching your leg with his foot, he grabbed you and jerked you off with a quick moves. 

"You like it." he stated, forcing you to stay in bed. With your hands you pushed him away with all your might, despite the fact that he was touching you so well. Despite how pleasurable it was and how much inside you wanted to have such a moment with Wilbur, you now felt nothing but disgust for him and for yourself. 

Feeling a barrage of resistance from him, you put your hand to your mouth, biting your thumb, trying to stop the moans, and with the other you kept trying to push the man away despite the lack of results. 

"Stop it!" he said, hitting you with a disciplinary "You like this! You know it, so don't pretend!" he raised his voice. You don't know whether a shudder went through you from pleasure or from the fear that had been building in you since you woke up. 

𝕋ears streamed down your cheeks as pleasure turned into over-stimulation. Biting your hand harder you held back your words, your moans, your movements. You stared blurry-eyed at him, the headache making your whole body feel like it was pulsating. 

"You're beautiful." you heard, feeling yourself straighten your legs again, trying to contain your pleasure, feeling the cold sweat pour down your body. Why Wilbur? Why him? After all, he is incapable of saying an unkind thing about a person. So why is he hurting you? 

Feeling his head fall against your chest and his movements stop, you rested your hands on his shoulders to push him away. He raised his head and looked at you frantically, entwining his arms around your waist. 

" I love you. " he said, hugging you tighter.  

"You're a monster." you said, feeling the tears run down your face even more. 

"Maybe," he said, then raised his head. "But at least yours." You tried again to push him away. 

“You love me, no matter what I do.”  

[idy-ll-ique]

Blurry Lines.

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: MISCOMMUNICATION because oh my god just talk

Requested: nope

Summary: Y/N works for James Barnes, CEO of a very successful tech company. She also has a massive crush on him. One day, she walks in on him kissing his assistant, and a few months in, because of the incident, she turns in her resignation letter. But will Bucky let her go? There's a thin line between professionalism and non-professionalism, blurred in the case of Bucky and Y/N.

Author's Note: hiya peeps! could've just named it "a shakespeare play" because of all the miscommunication but i already have a fic with shakespeare in its title asfhdkfks,,, anyway enjoy!

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There he is.

The man who ruined my whole life.

Y/N stared as her boss, James Barnes, left the elevator, greeting everyone with a polite smile and a wave. Why did he have to be so perfect all the time? He wore a sky-blue-colored suit with a white shirt underneath, his long hair pulled back into a bun with loose strands framing his face, making him look like a Greek God.

She had fallen for him, which was a big, big, big mistake. 1, he was her boss; 2, he was way out of her league, and 3, he probably had a girlfriend because a man like that, single? Hah, no way. "Y/N? Y/N, hello?" She snapped out of her thoughts and looked up, giving the man a small, forced smile.

"Hi, Mr Barnes, good morning." Bucky's smile faltered a bit at her words because she never called him Mr Barnes, he had specifically requested her to call him Bucky. Was he in trouble? "Mr Barnes? Whoa, what did I do?" he joked, though Y/N realized he was being serious. "Sorry, must've slipped out."

"Okay. Good morning to you, too!" He smiled and went to his office. As soon he turned his back to her, Y/N dropped her smile and scowled, crossing her arms. "Stupid man with his stupid attitude and his stupid handsome smile and his idiotic, beautiful blue eyes," she grumbled under her breath as she continued working.

Y/N Y/L/N was an employee of the one and only James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, CEO of a big tech company called Epsilon. She loved working with him; he paid his employees well, was very kind-hearted, and showed no bias to anyone. When she had first started working with him, she wasn't interested in him at all, romantically speaking.

Then, a few months passed by and she started looking forward to his everyday arrival; seeing him get out of the elevator with his gorgeous eyes, his expensive suits and Cheshire grins became the favorite part of her day. Y/N was damn good at hiding her crush though; she was sure that it would go away with time.

But it didn't.

2 years had now passed since she started working for Bucky and the crush was still there, more amplified than before. But she knew it would never work out between them. So she started distancing herself from him. For some reason, he was very, very friendly with her; she knew he was a reserved man so it was peculiar…

He would be holed up in his office the whole day after greeting everyone. Hell, the only words he ever said to his employees were "good morning" and "goodnight, I'll see you all tomorrow" while the rest of his notices were passed on to them by his assistant.

Still, he always stayed at her desk the longest, making small talk. "The weather is nice today, any plans after work?" he'd ask one day while, "You look gorgeous today, is that a new dress?" the other. It was odd; why did he do it? He certainly couldn't be interested in her, could he?

Y/N sighed, sorting through the stack of papers on her desk when she suddenly noticed that one of them was missing Bucky's signature. She glanced at his assistant's desk; she was nowhere to be found so Y/N got up, walking to Bucky's office to get the signature herself.

She knocked on the door but accidentally pushed it open. The sight that greeted her probably scarred her for life; inside Bucky's office, he was kissing his assistant, pushed up against his desk. Y/N's eyes widened and she immediately turned around to leave, the clicking of her heels alerting Bucky.

"Get off of me," he grumbled, pushing his assistant away as he ran to the door, looking out to see Y/N walking away. "Y/N! Y/N!" She turned around at the sound of his voice and gave him an awkward smile. "I didn't mean to walk in without permission, I'm really sorry, I just needed a signature on a paper, really didn't mean to—"

He waved his arm in dismissal and took the paper from her hands, signing it and handing it back to her. "It's fine." He gave her a small smile as she turned to leave. Bucky then groaned quietly and went back to his office, glaring at his assistant. "What the fuck was that?" he hissed. "You like me!" she whined and he scrunched his nose in disgust.

"What— when did I ever tell you that?! I'm not interested in you," he spat. "So all those glances you gave me, all the times you flirted with me, that was fake?" she shrieked. "Stop yelling," he admonished, "And for the record, I have never once in my life ever flirted with you or glanced at you in any way except professionally. Please snap out of your daydream."

"So what about the kiss?"

"You didn't give me time to push away! And now poor Y/N probably thinks I'm some sort of a playboy who takes advantage of women that work for me— you know what? You're fired. Don't ever show up to his place again." His assistant wailed, her eyes filled with tears.

"I knew it. I knew you liked her!" she accused him and he scoffed. "I don't like her. Now get lost, I have a lot of work to do." She stormed out of his office. The angry clicking of her heels made Y/N and the rest of the employees look up as she staggered towards the elevator. Y/N frowned; what the hell was going on?

"What do you think is up with her?" her friend Rubie whispered. "I have no idea, I caught her making out with Bu— Mr Barnes. I guess they fought?" Rubie's eyes went wide. "You mean he isn't into her? Damn, the bosses always fall for their hot ass assistants, what happened here?" Y/N giggled at her words.

"Well, at least my theory is confirmed."

"What theory?" Y/N blinked. "That he likes you! Think about it; he always greets you with some extra phrases, he always praises your work, and now after you caught him kissing someone else he gets into a fight with them, possibly breaking up. Some of the other women are jealous of you, you know. They think you're super close with him."

"What?!" Y/N harshly whispered, "Utter bullshit. I'm not close with him in any way, he's just my boss and I'm sure they just got into one tiny fight. I swear shit's gonna be back to normal tomorrow." With that, the two got back to work.

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Shit did not go back to normal tomorrow.

Or for months after that.

Bucky's assistant never really came back, leading many to believe that she had quit. Bucky had become more moody and temperamental, while Y/N's crush on him had escalated to new heights which was frankly taking a toll on her mental health. "I can't keep living like that. I'll just quit and get another job."

Those were the words she had whispered to herself one night as she lay in bed, unable to fall asleep. Bucky, on the other hand, had come to realize that his assistant was right; he did indeed have feelings for Y/N and all he wanted to do was confess them to her and get it over with.

Realizing he couldn't have her and that she only thought of him as her boss had made him moody and angry. While walking from the elevator to his office he no longer greeted her; he couldn't even bear to see her, knowing she was never gonna be his. Y/N, of course, interpreted it in a different way entirely.

She thought he had broken up with his assistant because she caught them making out, and now he hated her for getting in between his relationship. That created a whole new array of problems.

"Hey, whatcha doing?" Rubie peered over Y/N's shoulders as she quickly wrote down her resignation letter. "I'm quitting." Rubie gasped. "You can't do that! Why are you quitting?!" she whined. "Number 1: He fucking hates me; number 2: I still like him and that's a massive problem so yeah, leaving this place is the only good option."

She stood up. "Well, I can't talk you out of it, can I? I'm gonna miss you, Y/N," Rubie sighed and the two ladies gave each other a hug. Then Y/N went to the new assistant's desk, greeting him with a small smile. "Hi, will you please give this to Mr Barnes?" She handed him the letter.

"What's this?" he smiled. "My resignation letter." The smile disappeared from his face, a frown replacing it. "Why are you quitting? Is everything okay?" She pursed her lips. "I'd rather not talk about it, sorry. Just give him my letter, would ya? Thank you." The man nodded and she went back to her desk.

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"Hey, Ryan— what's this?"

Ryan turned to see Bucky glaring at Y/N's resignation letter. "Oh, sir, that is Ms Y/L/N's resignation letter." Bucky nodded and Ryan left the office. Bucky read the letter, his glare deepening by the time he reached the end of it. She hadn't even specified why she was quitting; it came out of the blue. I can't let her do this.

He couldn't just let her quit like that, he loved her for God's sake! "I'm not letting her go," he snarled to himself, getting up and walking out of his office. When he walked out everyone turned to look at him. "Ms Y/L/N, can I see you for a moment? In my office?" Y/N frowned but got up, following him to his office.

"What's this?" Bucky asked her, holding up her letter. "My… resignation letter?" Y/N replied slowly, confused. "Yeah, I know, I can read. Why are you quitting all of a sudden?" he huffed. "I'd rather not say," she mumbled, suddenly feeling anxious. "What do you mean, you'd rather not say? Did you get into a fight?"

Yeah, with you, idiot.

"No, sir."

"Is it pay? I'll give you a raise right now—"

"It's not that, Bucky. I— I mean Mr—"

"Bucky is fine. So? Is someone troubling you? Someone I need to fire?"

"No. I just want to quit, why can't you accept that?!" Bucky stood up, slamming his hands on his desk. "You have to give me a legit reason! Vague answers will not be accepted!" Y/N glared back at him and the silence stretched on between them. "Wait a minute," Bucky exclaimed suddenly, "I know what's going on here—"

"What could you possibly know?" Y/N quipped sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "This is about that whole Marie thing, isn't it? Y/N, plea—" "No, Bucky! It's not! Why can't you just let me quit in peace?!" she yelled, interrupting him. Months of frustration had finally taken a toll on her.

"Give me an answer and I'll consider it!" he thundered and she took a step back, shocked. Maybe telling him the truth would speed up the process, she thought. "Fine, you wanna know why? Because I'm in love with you. Yes, Mr Barnes, I fucking love you and I can't keep working here knowing you're never gonna like me back!"

"Y/N…" Bucky whispered but she ignored him. "No, you listen to me. You wanted an answer? Well, here it is. I know you hate me for ruining things with Marie and this is the only best option for the both of us!" Bucky couldn't believe his ears. All this time, she'd liked him back. He walked around his desk without her noticing; she was still rambling to herself.

"And why would you even like me back? You don't even say hello anymore—"

Y/N froze when Bucky's lips crashed onto hers, his hands going to her waist to pull her closer to him. A few seconds later she reciprocated, her arms going around his neck. Without breaking the kiss Bucky turned them and picked her up, putting her down on his desk. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Feels like we're in a Shakespeare play with all this miscommunication," Bucky laughed when they finally pulled away to breathe. "You like me too? But what about Marie—" He scoffed. "Marie and I were never a thing, she came onto me and I fired her. Before going she said something about me liking you…"

"So?"

"Well at the time I denied it but then… she turned out to be right. And after that, talking to you became difficult because I knew I could never have you, you'd never see me in that way… boy if we'd just talked." Y/N giggled, simply happy to be in Bucky's arms. "What now? What are we?" Bucky traced a finger down her cheek.

"Don't leave me. Please, don't go," he pleaded. "Bucky, we work together, it'll be extremely unprofessional. I— I'm ready to be your girlfriend but I can't work here anymore." Bucky sighed and dropped his head to her shoulder. "Fine, but just because you said yes to being my girl. I'm so in love with you too, pretty face," he chuckled.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders, smiling. "I'm glad to hear it." He suddenly pulled away, giving her a devilish smirk. "Wanna get outta here?" Y/N's eyes widened. "Wh— now? Bucky, we—" He scoffed. "I'm still your boss, you know, you do as I say." Y/N rolled her eyes. "Do I have to deal with this while being in a rela—"

"Let's just go," Bucky groaned, pulling her to her feet and snaking an arm around her waist as they both left his office, heading to the elevators. Everyone working that day looked up, their jaws going slack as they saw the two with lovey-dovey smiles, fawning over each other. Rubie simply smirked at her friend.

"Oh please, she's quitting!" Bucky rolled his eyes when he noticed the stares. Everyone then only shook their heads and got back to work as Y/N lightly slapped Bucky on the chest, sighing.

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A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

[boowanie]

Pairing: Ceo!Wonwoo x Secretary!reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff-ish

Warning: Suggestive

W/C: 2k+

Summary: Falling in love with your boss was never on your agenda, or so you thought.

Eri’s note: I’ve been dying to write a ceo!wonwoo scenario and here she is!! aaah, i hope you beans enjoy this! I think this is my favourite of mine so far 💘

The cold rain seeped into your clothes as you padded your way back to your empty apartment. You were absolutely exhausted. Words were not enough to explain how tired you were of your boss but being broke left you with no choice but to stick around as Wonwoo’s secretary.

When you first met him, you couldn’t deny that he made your heart skip a beat with how beautiful he was. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the image you momentarily created in your mind was shattered. He was always working you harder than your other co-workers even when the tasks weren’t even your responsibility.

You finally caught sight of your apartment building and a small sigh of relief left your lips. You were definitely drenched when you reached your apartment door, shivering as you opened your door. On a normal day, you would have slipped your shoes off at the front door but tonight was different. You went straight to the bathroom, leaving wet footsteps and drops of water along the way. The warmth of the water coming out of your shower fogged up your small bathroom as you finally discarded the wet clothes you were in.

Once you stepped into the shower, your thoughts led you back to the events that happened before you walked home.

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Wonwoo was yelling at one of his employees yet again. You could hear him demanding for the work that he tasked her to do. You flinched as your co-worker finally snapped, yelling at him with the same tone.

“You know what, I fucking quit Jeon Wonwoo. Fuck you and fuck your stupid company! I’d rather be jobless than stay here for another day. I don’t know how y/n has managed to stay by your side for the past 5 years.”

You and the other employees turned towards the door as soon as she stepped out, visible tears tumbling down her cheeks. Some of your co-workers stood up to comfort her while some avoided her incase Wonwoo saw. You, on the other hand, were called into his office. You sighed, picking up the files he wanted you to sort out during lunch.

“Close the door,” he murmured as soon as you stepped into his office. You did as you were told and walked slowly to his table where he was leaning back against his chair with his eyes tightly shut. You carefully placed the files on his desk, not wanting to disturb your boss’ silence.

“Can you stay for awhile?” he whispered, eyes opening to stare at you. You blinked back, your eyes softening at the sight of him and the dark circles that were visible under his eyes. You nodded as you took the spare seat and pulling it over to Wonwoo’s side.

“What do you need help with, Mr. Jeon?”

“Just need you here to calm me down.” He stated, catching his lower lip between his teeth.

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When you turned the shower off, you came to a conclusion that Jeon Wonwoo liked to confuse you. He confused you with his actions. Despite the fact that he gave you more work than anybody else in the company, he also cared about you. Wonwoo didn’t mind when you handed files to him late nor did he care whenever he saw you nodding off at your desk. Your co-workers noticed how more lenient he was on you but they never made a comment because they saw how much work Wonwoo gave you on a daily basis.

You finally sat down on your sofa, ordering some food to eat to reward yourself after Wonwoo made you stay behind again to help him with some documents he was reviewing. You remember trying to stiffle numerous yawns as you worked through some documents and you could feel the frustration building up within him.

“You know what, just go home y/n. It’s clear to me that you’d rather be sleeping,” he said, plopping the loose papers on his desk before turning towards you. Your eyes widened at the sharp gaze he threw at you and you felt your heart momentarily clench.

“Won-, Mr. Jeon, it’s past midnight. I think we both need to rest,” you stared back, watching as he ran his fingers through his hair. He leaned back against his chair, watching you with blank eyes.

“Just go.” He turned his body away from you, leaving you staring at his back that was now hunched over his wooden desk.

“Fine.”

—

Once your food delivery arrived, you took your spot on your sofa again, watching reruns of your favourite show. You sighed as your mind began wandering back to Wonwoo.

“Fuck this,” you grabbed your phone, dialing the man that was occupying your mind.

On the third ring, he finally picked up. You could hear some shuffling in the background as you asked if he had gone home. You waited for his answer as silence consumed you both.

“Can I come over?” he whispered, hearing sniffles coming from his end. Your heart clenched at the sadness evident in his voice.

“I-i’ll leave the door unlocked,” you whispered back.

—

Again, Jeon Wonwoo confused you as he began to nip at the soft skin of your neck. Your hands ran through his hair, tugging his locks softly as he continued to pepper your neck with wet kisses, sighing as he left a subtle bruise on your collarbone.

“Talk to me sweetheart,” he groaned against your neck. You moaned when he slid the straps of your bra down your shoulders, loving his gentle touches that burned agaisnt your skin. However, as he continued to leave kisses on your skin, your mind wandered back to everything that happened that day. You pulled away just before he could undo the clasp of your bra.

“W-what are we doing Wonwoo,” you breathed out, pushing his body away from you. He sighed, leaning back on your headboard. You avoided his gaze and stared at your legs that were situated on either side of his thighs.

“Don’t you like what we have y/n?” he asked, pulling your chin up with his hand.

“What exactly do you call this Wonwoo? I’m your secretary for crying out loud,” you replied with frustration.

“We can’t keep doing this. I-i can’t keep pretending like i’m not inlove with you while we’re at work,” you cried, tears sliding down your cheeks as you lightly thumped your hands against his bare chest.

“Baby,” he mumbled, taking your shivering figure into his embrace. You cried against the skin of his shoulder while he rubbed his hand on your back.

“I-i think I should quit Wonwoo,” you sniffled.

“If I stay in your company any longer, I’ll just end up breaking my own heart,” you decided, removing your self from his embrace. You wiped your tears with the back of your hands while getting off his lap.

“I think you should leave now Wonwoo, I’ll hand in my resignation letter later on.”

—

You arrived at the company early in the morning, your hands carrying folded boxes to put your things in. You heard soft mutters when you began to clear your belongings that were neatly organised on your desk.

Once you finished, you made your way towards Wonwoo’s office, gently knocking on his door to bid him your final goodbye.

“Come in.”

He looked up, pushing his metal glasses up when he saw you standing by the door. You took a deep breath before walking towards his desk, your resignation letter in hand. You placed it beside his arm before looking up at Wonwoo again.

“Thank you for the past 5 years, Mr. Jeon,” you bowed. He didn’t say anything and began working on the files that he was holding not too long ago.

“Bye Wonwoo,” you whispered, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall.

—

Four months passed by before you finally got a job at a photography studio. Before becoming Wonwoo’s secretary, you were an aspiring photographer that only studied business to please your parents. You were beyond happy when Mingyu, your boss, called you to offer you the job you applied for.

The first month and a half was hectic, shooting for different companies and artists was something you never imagined to be doing in your life time.

“Y/n, I need you to come with me to a really important photoshoot,” Mingyu chucked a popcorn at your direction. You swatted another incoming popcorn as you tried to place your camera down.

“Sure, who are we shooting for tomorrow?”

“My bestfriend and his family,” he smiled.

“Time?”

“10 in the morning,” he replied, munching on another popcorn.

“I’ll see you then,” you waved goodbye at your boss turned close friend.

—

You couldn’t believe your eyes when you entered the venue. Mingyu texted you that he would be arriving in less than 10 minutes. Your eyes landed on Wonwoo who was staring at you, shock evident on his face. You were shooting for The Jeons. Well shit, you thought. Wonwoo’s mother greeted you, leading you to a small section of the room where she told you you could place your belongings.

You thanked her, grabbing your phone to dial Kim Mingyu.

“Where the heck are you?” you panicked, looking around the room.

“Right behind you, you dumbass,” Mingyu chuckled, bumping your head with his camera bag. You glared at him as he continued to chuckle at you.

—

Throughout the whole photoshoot, your eyes tried to avoid meeting Wonwoo’s. Mingyu noticed the subtle glances that two of his friends were giving. He couldn’t help but shake his head when he finally took the last shot.

“We can call it a day, Mr and Mrs Jeon,” he politely said to Wonwoo’s parents. They both thanked you and Mingyu for your hard work while Wonwoo’s brother waved at you both with a smile before leaving with his parents. Wonwoo, on the other hand, decided to stay. You couldn’t deny how fast your heart was beating throughout the entire photoshoot.

“Thank you Mingyu and y/n,” he patted Mingyu’s back and gave you a small smile. You sligtly bowed at his direction before busying yourself with packing up. Mingyu and Wonwoo began to talk about something you didn’t understand while you tried to place your camera back into your bag.

“Hey y/n, do you need a ride back to your apartment?” Mingyu asked as you finally gathered all your belongings. You shook your head “no”, leaving both of them in the room.

“See you tomorrow, boss.”

—

It was around midnight when you heard a knock on your door. You were clad in nothing but a loose t-shirt that you were certain was Wonwoo’s and cotton shorts. You padded your way towards your door, looking through the peephole to find Wonwoo standing behind the door wearing grey sweatpants and a loose hoodie.

You opened the door, confused as to why Wonwoo showed up at your door after months of him not being here. He spoke gently, asking if he could come in to talk to you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, sitting back down on your sofa. He followed suite, keeping a small distance between you two. He shrugged, looking at his hands. Silence consumed you both while you stared at your midnight snack that was abandoned on the coffee table.

“Again Wonwoo, what are you doing here?” you asked firmly.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you so much, sweetheart,” he sobbed into his palms. Your heart clenched at his words, reaching out to pull him into your chest.

“I’m so sorry baby. When you said that you were going to leave, I thought it was for the best. I didn’t want to break your heart any further but I realised how stupid I was. How much of a coward I was being when I continued to lead you on for years,” he breathed against your neck.

“I’m so inlove you y/n y/l/n, and I was wonderinrg if you could still forgive me and ask for another chance?” he peered up at you through his tears. You wiped them gently while he wiped your own tears that were falling down your cheeks.

“Why’d you only come back for me now?” you whispered.

“I wanted to give you the space you deserved. I-i knew you were working for Mingyu two months ago when he mentioned your name during a conversation,” he stated. He pulled away from your hug, grabbing your waist to pull you on top of his lap. You straddled him, leaning the side of your head against his chest.

“Are you willing to take me back y/n?”

“Just make sure to ask me to be yours this time around, Jeon Wonwoo.”

He grinned at your words, “I love you so much.”

[hamsterboos]

here's a fact. hating someone is exhausting. [part 1]

I had started working on this back in September for Rowaelin Month 2021, but I have reworked it into a full length 10.6k story split into 4 parts! This is based off the prompt: "You’re my work rival and we’re stuck in an elevator" and it's a Hating Game AU. Since everything is written already, I'll post the 3 over the next two weeks.

I'm tagging a few people that showed interest in the original so please let me know if you would like me to not tag you!! (and if someone comes across this and wants me to tag them!)

Word Count: 2534 Content warning: explicit language Read on AO3

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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It was a race, and they were tied for first place.

Then again, there weren’t any other competitors besides the two of them.

Aelin glanced at the clock and silently cursed, realizing that there wasn’t much time left until the working day was done. She desperately needed to finish this data analysis report for her boss to look over first thing Monday morning. The only caveat to this was that Rowan Whitethorn was also there until the last possible minute, finishing his analysis report on a different department’s data collection.

If he weren’t sitting directly across from her and constantly in her direct line of sight, it wouldn’t have been such a problem, but when she looked up to see his annoyingly handsome face with his gorgeous green eyes and infuriatingly beautiful tattoo creeping out of his shirt’s collar, Aelin was just pissed off that he was such a dick. 

Yes, she wanted to lick the black swirls that were only seen when he opened the top two or three buttons of his button-up shirt — usually towards the end of the working day—, but he was still a dick. 

Ever since Rowan had joined the company, his insane work ethic (that rivaled hers, honestly) and the fact that he had also begun to compete with her for the same CCO promotion had Aelin understandably frustrated, and it seemed that Rowan was frustrated as well. 

In her defense, she was trying to be nice on his first day working at their support-based tech company, and instead, he had taken one look at the Starbucks coffee that she had left on his desk across from hers and thrown it out . Immediately he was an asshole in Aelin’s eyes because who the fuck throws out free Starbucks? That shit was expensive.

And then Rowan had the audacity to look at her position title and compare it to the work she was doing. She was doing everything from organizing meetings between team leads, collecting and compiling monthly, quarterly, and yearly reports from the different departments, and constantly working on business strategies. On top of that, she literally was the CEO’s assistant, updating her planner, taking calls, and doing all her documentation. Rowan saw the disconnect and immediately assumed that she wasn’t qualified for her job.

Why would you join a tech company without knowing anything about tech?

She knew she was more qualified than the work she was doing for Manon Blackbeak, the CEO of the company, but what the fuck was she supposed to do? Quit the job that she had been at for the last seven years of her life? She gave her entire heart and soul to helping build the company up from nothing but a group of twenty employees to a company that now had over one hundred employees. Aelin had been interning as the original assistant’s assistant, and when he left, she joined on as Manon’s assistant. 

The growth of the company was why Rowan, someone who had a master’s in something with data compared to hers in business analytics, was required. They needed someone to be able to compile the huge amount of data that Aelin simply couldn’t. The growth also brought about the CCO position. And that was why she desperately wanted promotion — besides the fact that she'd be his boss.

However, despite the trash that Rowan had proven himself to be by blocking himself off with those stupid walls and stupid remarks, Aelin was nothing but professional, so she never acted on her annoyance with him until the small passive-aggressive and sarcastic comments shared between them turned the silent feud not-so-silent. Soon enough, the entire office knew that Aelin Galathynius and Rowan Whitethorn hated each other and could not work together.

Of course, that just forced their boss to work together often on data analysis projects, but they got their shit done. Somehow.

And now here they were, both working till the last possible second of the working day to show off their dedication to their jobs in order to somehow get the upper hand compared to the other. Everyone else had slowly begun to leave already, the office emptying out early especially with it being a Friday afternoon(even their boss had left), but this was an important report. With being promoted to the position of chief communications officer, that would mean that they were the other’s boss, and Aelin wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle Rowan as her boss. She liked her job; she enjoyed working with the numbers and making graphs and analyzing these numbers, but she also knew that he would somehow make her working life hell.

Besides, it wasn’t like Rowan probably wanted to be working here, anyway. He was probably rebelling against his rich family, trying to do something that they would hate to see

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, and with every glance at the clock and at Rowan, her fingers slowly began to cramp as she desperately tried to get that last sentence in so she could proofread it over quickly. She stretched her neck, pulling her head down slightly at each side to make sure she felt that pain as she pulled at the muscles. 

Damn it, she needed a massage. Or just some really good sex. Either would work but the massage seemed more likely now.

“How are you still writing, Aelin Galathynius?” she heard Rowan taunt, and she rolled her eyes as she finished typing out her last thought. “You seem to be losing your touch.”

“Screw off, Rowan Whitethorn,” she growled, hitting enter and then saving the document — four times but who’s counting — before turning to look at his smug face. She interlaced her hands and set them down flat on her desk in front of the keyboard. “Maybe you finished earlier because you didn’t have nearly as much detail as I do. It’s always quality over how fast something can get done, anyway.”

Rowan raised an eyebrow, and she wanted to punch him. It would ruin his pretty face, but it would feel really fucking good. 

“Hmm, that wouldn’t make a difference if Manon can’t look at the document Monday morning, now, would it?”

“Who said anything about her not having it done by Monday morning?” she asked, her eyes scanning the document over for any typos and coherency issues. 

“Such arrogance.”

Her eyes flickered back up to him, and she sent him a saccharine smile. “It’s called confidence, Rowan. Maybe you’d attract more girls if you had any of that,” she replied sweetly. It was a blatant lie, though. He had enough confidence in himself that she was attracted to him. Not that she’d ever, ever, make that obvious to him.

“Not like you go out on many dates either,” he countered. 

Aelin saved the file yet again after another read through, and she sent it to the printer, and she stood up, walking to the printer. Rowan stood and followed her.

She leaned against the whirring printer as she watched the pages come out on the tray. “How do you know I don’t have one tonight?” 

“I think you’d be bragging about it much more if you did,” Rowan answered, mirroring her stance against the empty wall space next to the printer.

Aelin tilted her head as she ran her eyes over him. It was unfair how hot he looked in a white button-up collared shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, and gray slacks, but it wasn’t like she was unaware that she looked hot today as well. It was a navy long sleeved dress with a gold belt cinching around her waist and a V-neck that went deep enough to barely be considered professional. She’d caught Rowan staring at the swell of her breasts that peaked out more than once throughout the day, and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t make her feel incredibly good that he wanted her. 

It was only right considering how many sex dreams she’d had with him being the main face that appeared. 

“I don’t need to brag about my dates,” she said, turning to pick up her papers and stapling them. “I think my clothes are enough of an indication.”

Aelin saw his eyes roam over her yet again, lingering on the V-neck, before snapping back to her face. “I suppose so. I’ve seen you look like a nun, so this is definitely something special.”

“Aw,” she cooed as he came to stand right in front of her. “You like it. Now, if you’d kindly get out of my way, I have something to submit before I leave.”

He took a single step to the left, and she walked by him, her arm brushing his, and she went into Manon’s office to leave her report on her desk. Rowan followed in a minute later with his own report, and he walked out first. 

The two of them began cleaning up their desks for the weekend, and she put on a new layer of her lipstick. The entire day had caused the color to fade a bit, and she wasn’t lying when she had a date. She looked down at her watch and walked over to the elevator, aware that Rowan was walking mere steps behind her, and Aelin swore she could feel the heat emanating from his body. 

She wanted to wrap herself up in it, and she was a dumbass for even thinking that. Her body was a traitorous bitch.

Waiting for the elevator took a bit, and Rowan waited with her the entire time, silently standing next to her. The elevator dinged, announcing its arrival, and they both got on, still in utter silence until there was a loud clanging sound as the elevator jerked only a floor down from where they had gotten on. Aelin lost her balance as she let out a cry of surprise, tumbling into Rowan’s side. She heard Rowan curse before he grabbed onto her waist to steady her with the other hand braced on the side of the elevator, and the lights within had turned off before turning to a soft blinking red.

“What’s going on?” she asked, pushing herself away from him, ignoring the thoughts of how good the weight of his arm around her body had felt. Rowan moved to press a button on the elevator before they both realized that the building had lost power, effectively trapping them in the elevator.

“Shit,” he cursed again, “we’re stuck.” 

Aelin pressed the emergency speaking button, “Hello? Is anyone there? We’re stuck in the elevator.”

The speaker crackled to life immediately afterwards, with someone asking if they were okay and how many people were in the elevator before saying that the firefighters were on their way, but it would take at least half an hour.

“Well, this is fantastic,” Aelin sighed, leaning against the wall. 

“Too bad you’re missing out on your date,” Rowan said. 

“Yeah, well at least you get to grace yourself in my presence for a bit longer.”

“As if I need more of you in my life.”

Aelin scoffed. “People could always use more of me in their lives. You wouldn’t be having nearly as much fun at work without me.”

“Without you? You can’t deal with half the tech problems we get if it weren’t for me. How did you even get anything done without me?”

“Perfectly fine, Rowan, trust me.” In their heated conversation, she hadn’t realized when she’d moved away from the wall and instead was so close to Rowan that she could feel his body heat. His hand snaked around her waist and pulled her snug against his body, and her hands landed on his firm chest.

“I don’t believe you,” he whispered.

Aelin smiled, “I don’t care.”

She wasn’t sure if she had moved first or he had, but the next thing she knew, her arms were around his neck and both his hands were on her waist as their lips moved in tandem. 

He was intoxicating as his lips devoured hers, and her brain spun as her body heated up in his hold. 

Holy fucking shit, Rowan was an amazing kisser.

She leaned up on her toes to get better access to his lips, and he leaned down even further. She couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t care. Who needed air when he was kissing her like that ? It wasn’t possible for her to want to keep doing this with a man she hated, but her body didn’t care about that. Her body wanted Rowan’s hands all over her. Her body wanted him to slam her against the wall, hard enough that all she could feel was his body against hers. 

He must’ve read her thoughts somehow because mere seconds later, he shoved her up against the wall of the elevator, the railing biting into her back, and she let out a gasp against his lips. He took advantage of her open mouth to push his tongue into her mouth, licking and sucking and biting. Aelin’s head was spinning, and she just pushed herself closer to him, hands going from his neck to his hair, tugging and scratching at his scalp for more, more, more . Her breasts were pressed up against his chest, and she felt his hands starting to creep up from her waist to press against the skin that was exposed by her dress.

Unable to breath, Aelin broke away from him and let her head fall back as Rowan started leaving open-mouthed kisses against her neck.

“What are we doing?” she spoke around her moans as he sucked at her pulse point. 

“I don’t know,” he hissed, shoving a knee between her legs the best he could with her dress in the way. 

Fortunately (or unfortunately), the shock of the added pressure just in the right spot caused her brain to restart, and Aelin pushed away from him, her chest heaving as she tried to calm her breathing. Rowan’s hair was messy beyond belief, and she didn’t even remember doing that. Aelin bit her bottom lip as her eyes focused on his swollen red lips, and she resisted the urge to capture those lips for another searing kiss. 

As the two looked at each other in silence, there wasn’t anything for them to say. She knew Rowan felt the same as she did. This was a mistake. An insanely amazing mistake, but a mistake regardless.

“This was a one-time thing,” she breathed, and he nodded, his eyes still burning into her, making her feel uncomfortably warm. She tried to pat down her hair, but her hands were shaking. The fire that had been ignited in her lower stomach wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, and she was seriously considering a one-night stand instead of the massage. 

Just as she was about to do something stupid, like ask him to have sex with her once , the elevator jerked slightly yet again as the speaker turned on again. “Good news, the power’s back, so everything’s fine. 

“Great, thanks,” Rowan responded, his voice husky and low, and once they had arrived at the ground floor, Aelin resisted the urge to grab him again.

That could not happen again.

~~~

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