#to be clear: that's not his actual name nor is it the company he works for

[rhysazriel]

Meet Me in the Copy Room [CEO!Rhysand]

SUMMARY: Rhysand is Y/N’s boss but he likes his secretary more than he should. (10.8k)

WARNINGS: teasing, swearing, kissing, smut; dirty talk, fingering, oral (both receiving and face sitting), protected sex, multiple orgasms

A/N: this is a fic from my other account that I no longer use, I changed some bits around for it to fit Rhys' character after an anon had requested it!! Also, this is a Modern AU bc Rhys’ vibe screams CEO hehe

Y/N has worked in many places before Velaris LTD. She was a waitress for a brief few months when she was in college at a diner near her dorm. She was also a librarian for six months and a part-time barista in the cafe down the street from her parents home. 

She’s done her share in retail and even a year working in the bank, but as of recent, the past seven months, she’s been employed by Velaris LTD, one of the worlds finest trading companies.

She’s no longer assigned a God awful uniform, nor does she have to converse with the general public and adhere to the customers' every need. No. Now, Y/N has her own little office area with a big reception desk with her own phone and separate line across her boss’ office. 

Now, she has her own computer and a little fax machine and she wears heels with pencil skirts and pretty blouses.

Given, she’s a secretary, but an important one at that. She’s not the kind of secretary that runs pointless errands and gets her boss coffee while adhering to their every beck and call. She arranges meetings in the most elite of clubs and restaurants. She files the reports she’s meant to and she handles his schedule and phone calls. 

He may be the CEO, but Y/N is the one behind closed doors that ensures everything runs as smoothly as it does.

And sure, Rhysand is the literal face and name of his damn company and he should ideally hire someone to run the damn business for him, but he’s also narcissistic and refuses whenever it’s brought up to let another man or woman run his business for him. 

Maybe that’s what she likes so much about her job. That he doesn’t trust anyone to be by his side except her.

It’s something she’s struggled to understand for the longest time. She’s three years younger than him, barely just turned twenty-six, yet he chose to hire her over all the other highly-qualified applicants. 

She hasn’t complained about it, would never. Her job is too good. As his personal secretary, her monthly wage is what four months at the diner used to get her. And don’t get her started on the other perks her position offers.

She’s thankful, and she makes that very clear in every opportunity she gets. She didn’t know Rhysand before she got the job, and if she’s completely honest, she’d never ever heard of him. 

She expected him to be some stuck up prick that didn’t respect women and only cared for his company and business. She was proven incredibly wrong at her interview when he made her a cup of tea and asked inclusive questions her previous employers didn’t care to think of.

Within three weeks of having the job, she’d learned more about him than the colleagues that have worked for him since the beginning of his firm. And she doesn’t mean things like how he takes his coffee and his favourite places to go for lunch. She means she knows what laundry detergent he can’t use because it irritates his skin. 

She knows his mother and sister are the most important women to him, that he sometimes misses his mundane life working with his brothers. She knows the meanings behind almost every single tattoo he has and that while the press made him out to be a cheating womaniser when his fiancee left him two years ago, it was actually her that did the cheating and left him heartbroken.

She’s always wondered why Rhysand trusts her so much. She’s never given him a reason not to, and she never would, but it’s always been in the back of her mind. But then, she supposes she doesn’t know why Rhys does a lot of things that regard her. 

Like how, in the mornings, he brings her coffee on his way past her desk. How he always insists he delivers paperwork to her himself and softly apologises for how much she has to file away. 

Or how he’ll send her cheeky emails from his personal about how annoying Gerione is when she tries to flirt with him. And on more than one occasion, she’s noticed him leaning in his chair to get a peek at her through the window of his office; craning his neck up to see her past the high wall of her reception-like desk.

She doesn’t say anything to him, though. She supposes he’s trying to sneakily check in on her to make sure she’s actually doing the work. Y/N knows she’s not the youngest to work for Velaris LTD, but she is the youngest to be fully employed and not as an intern. 

She’s faced ageism within the company since her first day. She’s either babied by the mothers of the company, or criticised and borderline bullied by the ones a few years older and higher up. She hasn’t much let it get to her, though. She figures she’s clearly a valuable asset if the company is still running and Rhysand still wants her by his side.

Today feels no different from any other. She gets to work at 7:45 AM, a sleepy smile on her lips as she greets Amora at the front desk. He smiles through tightly pursed lips and quickly avoids her gaze, greeting another worker with a high-pitched laugh and kissing their cheek. 

Y/N keeps walking, doesn’t let herself dwell and makes for the elevator. She’s alone until she gets up to the twelfth floor and the keycard clipped to her pencil skirt is gently patting against the left side of her lower tummy.

She doesn’t let her eyes take in her appearance as she walks past the floor-to-ceiling mirror that encompasses an entire 15-foot long wall. She knows her ponytail is tight enough and that her shirt is probably a little wonky because her bag that rests on her shoulder is tugging at the collar of it. 

She also doesn’t let herself look to her right because she doesn’t think she has the energy to pretend to ignore the snickers and grimaces from a few of the thirteenth-floor girls this morning.

Instead, Y/N rounds the corner and gets comfortable behind her desk. Her bag is tucked underneath it and her fingers make quick work of logging onto her computer and getting started for the day. Rhysand’s office is directly opposite her, thin windows either side of the tall door and from her seat, she can see his empty desk and a gorgeous view of the city.

It’s exactly 8 AM when Rhysand greets her with her morning coffee. He’s dressed in his usual slick black suit with a charming smile on those pink lips. Y/N would be lying if she said she’s never thought about her boss in more than a professional way. She’s thought about him in many different scenarios where he has her in many different positions.

“Good morning, Rhysand,” she greets him softly, a gentle smile on her plump lips. 

That was another thing that took her a while to get the hang of. Rhys doesn’t like to be referred to by his last name. The first time she greeted him as such, he waved it off and insisted she called him Rhysand or Rhys. 

It’s been months since she even thought of his last time… to the point where every time she sees it on some paperwork, she struggles to pair it with him.

Rhys takes his time every morning to admire her and her outfit of the day. He’s thoroughly pleased about the tight blouse and many open buttons at the top that offer the delicious view of the swell of her perky tits.

He averts his gaze with another charming grin, and can feel his trousers slowly begin to tighten as he places her coffee on her desk. “Morning, darling. How did you sleep?” he asks, always taking a few minutes out of his morning to make sure she feels okay and slept well the night before.

Rhysand’s never really known himself why he purposely goes out of his way to ask her these things. He doesn’t bother to do much with any other of his workers, nor his previous personal secretaries. 

He tells himself it’s because she’s young and new, so he wants to make sure she feels as comfortable and as included as he can. But she’s only three years younger than him and she’s been working for him for over a year.

He needs to stop feeding himself that same bullshit excuse.

Y/N gleams a pretty smile and leans forward with her elbows on the desk, subsequently pressing her tits together deliciously. Rhysand licks his lips, eyeing up her chest before gazing back at her pretty smile again. But it doesn’t go unnoticed and it stirs something that oozes confidence inside her.

She tilts her head a little, a hint of something mischievous in her eyes but Rhys doesn’t notice. Figures she’s too innocent to catch on to his somewhat advances, but little does he know. 

“Slept okay, it’s just really hot in my house lately… I need to speak with my landlord about getting a new AC fitted or I’ll be stuck sleeping naked until further notice,” she tells him through a seemingly innocent sigh, shrugging her shoulders and as hard as Rhysand tries to hide his bulging eyes, she catches them, along with the bulging in his pants.

He raises his brows in amusement and a lopsided grin pulls at the corners of his pink lips. He tilts his head like she did. “Do you only sleep naked when your air con is broken? Thought that’s something people living alone normally did? Freeing and all. I do it,” he shrugs his shoulders. He’s subtly prying, trying to learn if she still lives alone in that cutsey townhouse just twenty minutes away, or if she’s got a man on the scene.

He watches the apples of her cheeks twitch and he wonders if she’s imagining him sleeping naked. She is. He smirks to himself at the thought of what she must be mustering up in that pretty little head of hers. 

It’s nothing new between the two; occasional flirting and topics that definitely should not be discussed between a boss and his secretary. He likes to watch her squirm and splutter and innocently reply in a way that has blood rushing to his cock. 

He’s always observed her closely during these types of interactions, knows how to read her body language. He’s come to learn when she feels uncomfortable, and she’s never shown any signs of discomfort during said topics.

“And it would be freeing if I didn’t have a friend staying with me that often forgets to knock on my bedroom door before storming in,” she chuckles dryly, wondering if her words would rile him up or not. 

She doesn’t know why they would. 

She figures it’s all just harmless banter between the two; a little bit of flirtatious teasing to loosen them up when things get a little stressy. She’s dead certain someone as successful as him would never actually want anything romantic with his fucking assistant.

His brows raise higher than before, can feel his hand ball into tightly clenched fists and he clears his throat, gritting his teeth behind a hard smile. “Oh? You’ve got a friend staying with you?” he asks in a soft tone that doesn’t suggest he’s pissy that her friend gets to see her naked and between her sheets. 

He wonders what else she does naked between the sheets in the dead of night when she can’t sleep. 

She nods, soft hum verberating in her closed mouth as she types something quickly on her computer. “Yeah, he just broke up with his girlfriend so he’s staying at mine until he can get his stuff out and move into the new flat he’s found.” She watches him inhale a shaky breath through his flared nostrils and avert his gaze to the wall behind her.

She’s got a glimmer of a smirk on her lips, eyes light and playful but he doesn’t notice that. Rhysand’s too caught up with the newfound knowledge that it’s a male friend that’s walking in on her naked. 

She wonders if he’s imagining her naked in bed… or maybe entertaining the idea of her fucking her friend one night when he walks in on her. She thinks that might be it but it doesn’t explain why he looks royally pissed… dare she say; jealous?

She tilts her head when he looks back down at her, jaw still set and he clears his throat, seemingly trying to cool himself down. His elbows are bent as his forearms rest on the top of his desk, his back arched just slightly. 

“Not got anyone else he can stay with? What did they break up for?” he pushes further, hopes she’ll turn around and say it’s because he realised he’s gay. She doesn’t.

Instead, Y/N shrugs her shoulders and her elbow leans on the desk, her chin sitting in the palm of her hands as she gazes up at him leaning on the second level of her station. 

“Things weren’t working, he didn’t wanna be tied down just yet. Wanted to have a bit of fun before settling.” She can see the gears in his head turn and tick away as he hums absentmindedly.

She tries not to squint at him, to gauge his reaction and decipher what the meaning behind his distant gaze is. She tries not to look too closely into his blushing cheeks and set jaw. She tries not to let herself fantasise about him being jealous and wanting her to himself. She tries, but it doesn’t work.

Rhysand hums, nodding as if he gets it and maybe he does. She knows all about his one night stands and sleepless nights at the strip clubs he frequents. She also knows about the countless booty calls that tend to frequent his office, only for him to ask her to call security to escort the women out. 

And she absolutely should not find great joy in watching them huff as security links their beefy arms in their dainty ones, but she does.

Y/N thinks she keeps that secret to herself, but more times than not, Rhysand’s seen the hint of a smirk tug at the corner of her lips when he leans on the doorframe of his office. He knows she doesn’t notice him watching her, he likes knowing she thinks he doesn’t see things. He sees it all.

“Well hopefully he’ll be out of your hair soon enough,” he proposes and she has a sneaky suspicion that he’s subtly asking how long he’ll be staying with her. Which is exactly what he’s doing. Y/N hums again and shrugs her shoulders. 

“Actually, I don’t mind him being there, I quite enjoy the company. Gets a bit lonely in the evenings sometimes, to be honest,” she baits.

She watches with a small smirk as Rhys inhales a deep and hollow breath, bowing his head a little so his chin almost rests against his black tie, his jaw knocking against his shirt collar. She doesn’t know where this sudden confidence is coming from. Can she even call it confidence? She isn’t flirting, just baiting him to gauge his reactions.

“Don’t fancy going out with your girlfriends?” He tries to steer away from the topic of other men in her life, but Y/N isn’t finished just yet. 

“Sometimes, on the weekends, sure. But it gets a bit annoying when guys don’t know how to take a hint and keep trying to hit on you all night,” she sighs in fake annoyance and she’s certain she sees red flash through Rhysand’s eyes.

She lets herself think he’s jealous, protective. The thought of her boss thinking of her in a sexual manner and hating the idea of other men being in her home or hitting on her is exciting. It’s a thrilling rush of blood that causes tingles between her thighs and has her pressing them together beneath her desk.

Rhysand’s none the wiser. His fists clench at the image of another man dancing up her but his cock bloats at the thought of her dancing on a night out. No doubt in a short and tight dress. He knows tonight he’ll let himself think he can feel the swell of her ass rubbing against his crotch, let himself think he can taste her lips on his tongue.

He doesn’t say anything else and Y/N thinks he’s thoroughly fucked in his head. “Well, I’ve emailed over your schedule for the morning. Have a good day, Rhys.”

//

Through the rest of the morning, Rhysand struggles to focus on anything that isn’t her. He’s had two conference calls and for both video meetings from his office, he’s been leaned over in his chair with a strained neck, trying to catch sight of what she’s doing at her desk through the thin window in his door. 

He was more than thankful when the calls ended because when she sat on her knees on her chair and leaned over the top of the desk, her tits almost spilled out of her blouse and Rhysand spent the rest of the hour sporting a rock hard boner.

He thinks she’s doing it on purpose when she comes into him after her lunch break. She’s taken her hair out of her ponytail and it falls in loose waves down her shoulders. 

She enters his office with her hands full of paperwork that just so happen to stop beneath the swell of her breasts so they’re able to sit on the pile; all perky and swollen. She’s got a shy smirk on her lips, too. Like she knows she’s taking her end of the teasing a little further and she lets out a little huff of relief after she plops them onto his desk.

Rhys doesn’t try to hide his stare on her chest and she wonders if he catches her staring at the thick bulge in his pants. Neither parties say anything to the other but as their eyes meet, it’s like an unspoken understanding is pieced together. 

A silent acknowledgement that they both know what the other is doing and that they’re more than okay with it. Like all lines between them are completely blurred and any boundaries are ready to be pushed aside.

He watches her hips sway as she leaves his office, closing the door behind her when she leaves. His neck cranes again as he leans to his side in his swivel chair, watching her type something on her computer through the window again. 

Her brows are furrowed softly as she stands and rounds her desk, meeting his gaze through the thin glass and walking past his office completely. He tries to watch her but she disappears from his line of sight and an email pings through his laptop.

Y/N: Meet me in the copy room.

He’s leaping out of his chair before he can even push himself away from his desk. His strides are long and quick as he rips his office door open and slams it closed behind him. He clears his throat and avoids the gaze of his employees, ignores the ogling looks he earns from the women he knows touch themselves to the thought of him late at night.

Rhysand sneaks his way into the copy room, kicking the door closed behind him. She stands in front of him, leaning against the copier with a flirtatiously shy smile. He reaches blindly behind him and twists the lock, his bottom lip taut between his teeth as he ogles her shamelessly. She feels shy under his gaze, knowing he doesn’t care to hide how attracted he is to her.

She doesn’t have time to feel awkward or rake her brain for something to say because he’s rushing toward her and with both large hands caressing her cheeks, his lips are smearing against hers. 

Y/N reaches up and tangles her fingers in his messily styled hair, twisting the curls and tugging softly. His hands leave her face in desperation as they pinch at her hips before rounding her body and squeezing deliciously at her ass.

She tastes like strawberries; her tongue swirling against his. His mind is swimming and all he wants to do is taste her little honey pot, wants to know if she tastes as sweet down there as she does on her tongue. 

She’s no better. His tongue works skilfully against her, licking into her warm mouth and nibbling softly at her bottom lip. She can’t help but suckle filthily on his tongue, wishing to God she was on her knees as he fucks her mouth.

Both of their minds are hazy; like everything they feel is overwhelming and yet not enough all at once. Y/N feels the pulsing between her thighs, can feel her little lace panties soaking up her arousal and Rhysand’s cock is painfully hard in his pants—knows his tip is fucking leaking and no doubt a delicious purple shade.

“God, I‘ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he admits gruffly into her mouth, grabbing handfuls of her ass over her skirt but it’s too tight for him to spread her cheeks like he fucking needs to. 

Y/N whimpers into his mouth and he hikes her up and onto the desk, just beside the copier machine. He rolls her skirt up her thighs until it’s bunched tightly around her waist. Her clothed pussy sits against the cold wood and she shudders, tugging him between her spread legs.

“Why didn’t you?” She breathes heavily into the kiss. 

His hands are gripping at her thighs; the cool metal of his rings sending chills through her body and she’s desperately stripping him from his suit jacket. He groans, hands rushing back up to her face to cup her jaw while he struggles to fight against her to keep his jacket on. 

He kisses her lips and pulls away, mind foggy but he wants to take his time with her, not have a quick fuck in the copy room and never again after that.

“Didn’t know if you wanted it, too,” he breathes, warm breath fanning across her lips and she reaches up blindly to kiss him again. Her eyes are hooded, lips swollen, and Rhysand’s fucked at the sight of her. 

“I do want to, if it wasn’t already obvious,” she groans shyly, a heavy heat sitting on her cheeks and he chuckles, ego inflating as his cock pulses in his pants.

“I��m gonna fuck you so good, baby,” he promises and her eyes light up before she lets him finish his sentence. “But not here, not now. I want to take my time with you,” he rumbles through his chest, cupping her cheeks again and Y/N pouts breathlessly, her once confident demeanour slowly shifting and she feels a little small under his gaze.

“Fuck me now and take your time with me later,” she bargains, not even the slightest bit ashamed of how forward and desperate she’s letting herself seem. 

He’s no better. The second the words slip from her lips, he’s kissing her again; harder than before. It’s desperate; needy and raw. His fingers are tugging her shirt down and her breasts spill over and out of her bra.

Y/N’s head falls back as he tweaks a taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting as he continues his assault down her lean neck. She’s letting breathy whimpers slip past her lips as her head rolls against her shoulder. Y/N scratches at his back, tugging off his suit jacket and he throws it across the boxed room.

Rhys dips his head from her neck, kissing across her clavicle and nipping at her collarbones. He massages hungry open-mouthed kisses across the swell of her tits, circling her pearled nipple with his skilled tongue and she shudders as he envelopes his lips around it, suckling softly and flicking his tongue.

“Rhys,” she breathes in a wanton pant. 

He feels his cock bloat at the sound of his name slipping past her lips in a desperate whimper. Hearing her shudder his name as he latches on her nipple is something he didn’t know he needed to hear.

“Best tits I‘ve ever seen,” he mumbles as he pulls off her with a kiss to her areola, biting at her cleavage. 

Y/N’s fingers are desperately fumbling with his tie, tugging it loose and popping open a few buttons. Rhysand doesn’t give her the time or chance to open more than two before he’s shoving her tiny lace panties to the side and swirling his middle finger through her dripping folds.

Rhys groans at the feel of her; soft and warm, completely fucking drenched. The tip of his finger teases at her hole, swirling around her soaked folds but she wants more, needs it. He seems to sense her desperation because, without a second longer of anticipation, he pushes his finger in and massages at her squishy walls.

He splutters pathetically against her chest, his grip on her hip tightening as he slowly pumps his digit in and out of her dripping heat. 

“Oh shit, you’re so tight,” he groans, completely fucking mesmerised by the way her little pussy is clenching onto him. 

He wonders if his cock will even fit. She shudders breathlessly, thighs willing to clench shut but he doesn’t let them.

His fingers are much longer than hers; hitting deeper than she’s ever able to in the dead of night when she can’t sleep. Her head falls back and Rhysand latches his lips onto her neck, pulling out so his fingertip rests at her hole before he lunges back in with a second digit.

They’re twisting in a ‘come hither’ motion, pads of his fingertips massaging at her squishy spot and she’s quivering and trembling under his touch. Her clit feels like it’s on fire, angry and desperate from the neglect it’s facing so she sneaks a hand between their bodies, holding her weight on one arm as she leans back, and offers herself a pinch of relief.

It’s a filthy fucking sight for Rhys to be privy to; watching her little fingers rub deliciously at her soaked, swollen clit. He’s painfully hard but fuck, he wants to see her cum all over his hand before he releases his bloated cock. 

“Fuck, Rhysand… oh shit,” she’s gasping frantically, legs twitching and toes curling.

He can’t help but wonder how long it’s been since someone last touched her this good. He’s only had his hands on her for a couple of minutes and he can feel how close she is to her tipping point, how badly she needs to explode. He wonders if he’s about to make her cum harder than she ever has before.

She’s getting loud, too vocal for them to get away with the quick rendezvous they’re playing at. It’s when he tests the waters and scissors his fingers before picking up his pace that she falls uncontrollable with the desperate cries and filthy whines. 

He has no other choice than to shove her until her back is pressed against the desk and he’s leaning over her trembling body to press a hand over her mouth.

Y/N’s muffled moans vibrate against his palm and he watches the delicious sight with a deep hunger in his eyes. His teeth are gritted, breaths and grunts seething between them at the sight of her tits bouncing across her chest. 

“Cum, gonna cum!” he hears her muffled voice beg into his hand, a smug grin tugging helplessly at the corners of his lips and he coaxes it out of her.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Gonna cum all over my fingers like a good girl? My good girl?” he spurs her on, eyes rolling at the sensation of her tiny pussy spasming around his thick fingers and fuck, he’s sure he’s about to cum in his pants over it.

Y/N thrashes against the table, chasing her high as he finger fucks her through it. The sounds are obscene; muffled pleas and filthy squelching noises that sound from her messy cunt.

He slows his pace and lets her calm from her orgasm, nosing through her chest and he smears his parted lips across her tits, his tongue sitting on his bottom lip as he does so. Rhysand suckles gently on her pearled nipple as he moves his hand from her mouth and she’s tangling her fingers in his hair, deep breaths causing her chest to ripple.

Y/N’s eyes are fluttering, dazed and overwhelmed and they both know her legs are still trembling in the after-shock. She’s still desperate, though – inhibitions out the window and she no longer wants to play coy or hard to get. She wants his cock and she wants it shoved so deep inside of her that she won’t be able to walk for weeks.

“Please,” she murmurs through half-lidded eyes. Rhys’ brows furrow gently as he pulls off her chest, licking his lips and trying to chase her wanton gaze. When he finally does, he notices just how flushed and fucked she is. He’s a little taken back, if he’s honest. He knows the effect he has on women in the bedroom, but none quite like this for a quick fingerbang in the copy room.

Rhysand reaches for her face, cupping her jaw in his palm and she finally meets his eyes. She’s blinking back rose-tinted hues of arousal to try and see him clearer, but even when her vision isn’t stained with lust, he still looks ravishing and it’s painful.

“Please, what, Miss Y/L/N?” he teases.

Rhysand’s got a sick grin on his face at the way her entire body shudders at his tone and choice of words. She’s a whimpering mess again but he’s barely got his hands on her – one on her hip and the other cupping her jaw. 

“Use your words,” he coaxes. Her lashes flutter angelically across her cheekbones and her lips blabber open and closed like a helpless fish out of water.

“Fuck, need you inside of me. Want your cock.” Y/N’s shuddering at her own choice of words. She’s always loved a bit of dirty talk but not once has it ever really come into play with past partners and if she’s honest, she feels way too shy and filthy. But she fucking loves it.

She loves the way he takes a deep breath – the way he growls to himself to try and fix his composure. She thinks he’s about to give into her, pound her raw and have her sobbing for more, baby, please, I need more! But what she gets is the complete opposite.

Rhysand’s lips hover over her ear, nosing at her neck on his way up before he’s nibbling his way across her jaw until his lips ghost hers.

“Not when you’re so fucked out, Princess. Let me come home with you tonight, back to your place. I’ll be your company,” he nips at her bottom lip, nosing at her jaw again and her head flutters back for a moment, eyes rolling. 

“My place? But my – my friend is there…” she trails off breathlessly, struggling to keep her grip on reality when Rhys begins to suck a bruise against her neck.

He pulls away with a sly grin, eyes hooded and dark and her lashes flutter as she drinks him in. He reaches forward and nips at her bottom lip again. “I know.”

//

She’s nervous as she climbs into his car. He insisted he drive them home and back to work tomorrow morning, which means he plans on staying the night and Y/N is not opposed to that in the slightest. 

But her nerves are getting the best of her when he reaches across the console and lets his hand rest on her thigh, squeezing generously and gnawing on his own bottom lip.

Her mind is working so hard on overdrive that she can’t even focus on one thing to worry about. Rhysand on the other hand, has one thing on his mind and one thing only. Her. 

Excitement is rushing through his veins and he’s sure he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. Blood is rushing to his thick cock and all he can think about is her sweet pussy and how it’ll taste when he has her sitting on his face; the only seat she’ll ever want and need.

They make it to her townhouse in no time and she’s clambering out of the car before he has the chance to switch the engine off. He knows she’s just as nervous as she is excited but he doesn’t say anything on the matter – at least, not yet. 

He follows her up the steps to the door, arms shaking around her waist and he kisses across the exposed expanse of her neck, flicking his tongue over the fresh bruise that’s darkened as the day dwindled on.

Neither of them seem to care that it’s still partly daylight and wandering eyes are no doubt watching on with sickening glances and judgemental stares. Y/N struggles to unlock the front door, too busy trying not to roll her head back in pleasure and anticipation. She loosens up a little as he licks wet stripes up her neck, nibbling on the tender skin and the second the door is open, he’s pinning her against it as it slams shut behind them.

His mouth is on her neck, suckling and licking his way up to her jaw, nipping at the curved edge before he licks across the shell of her ear. “Gonna have you dripping on my cock and screaming in my mouth, Princess,” he promises. His tone is dirty, dark and raspy and Y/N’s thinks she’s ready to submit to absolutely anything he fucking wants.

She’s pathetic, really – nodding frantically – eager to please. She doesn’t make an effort to hurry them to her bedroom. She’s too caught in the moment Rhysand thinks he wants to have her friend catch her being fucked roughly against her front door, let him know she’s already being treated as good as it fucking gets.

“Please, Rhys. Need it so bad, please,” she blabbers wetly. 

He kisses her quickly; hot and sticky. Their tongues are dancing a frantic rhythm but their lips still manage to mould and fit like puzzle pieces. Rhysand’s hands are hot on her waist, trailing up her body until he cups beneath the swell of her pretty tits.

“Please, what? What do you need, my love?” he coaxes, suckling on her bottom lip and she’s got half a mind to push him to his knees and hike her thighs over his shoulders. But she doesn’t have the will power or the guts and she’d much rather him dominate the absolute shit out of her.

His demeaning tone has her shaking – nimble fingers trying to tug and claw at the expensive blazer of his suit. She doesn’t know if it excites or frustrates him, but it does spur him on to tear her pretty blouse open and rip her bra in two. 

He ignores her shriek of shock and latches his wet mouth to her tit, sucking her hardened nipple between his lips and rolling his tongue across it.

Y/N’s head rolls back and knocks against the front door, wanton whimpers and yelps shrieking from her throat. Rhysand spares no expense – he’s grunting and moaning, coursing vibrations and shrills through her body that has her pulsing core blazing. She feels like she’s on fire and Rhysand feels like a starving man that’s finally about to eat a three course meal.

First, he’ll make her cum with his fingers. Then with his cock. And for dessert, he’ll have her on his face while he laps up everything else she has to offer. But Rhys doesn’t take into consideration that maybe she wants to taste him, too.

“Need your cock in my mouth.”

The filthy admission takes him back and for a split second, he’s stunned. Rhys halts his attack on her chest and leans back to get a proper look at her. Y/N’s eyes are blazing a fiery red, one that screams need and touch. She’s fucked, utterly. Messy hair and smeared lip gloss across the lower half of her face.

His own eyes are hooded as he watches her very slowly slide down the door. Her knees are bending and he knows what’s coming, what she’s trying to do. Rhysand has half a mind to stop her, to remind her who’s in charge and that he just wants to taste her, to make her feel good. 

The other half tells him to tear out her hair band and hold her hair and head in place with his fist, tells him to let her stuff her mouth with his length by the front door and pray and hope her friend just so happens to be home.

Her shaky hands are unbuckling his belt, tugging down his zipper. Her knees hit the entrance carpet and she reaches back behind her to tug her hair completely loose from her elastic. Rhysand watches, chin meeting his chest, as she massages out the kinks before throwing it over her shoulder.

He can’t stop staring at her as she tugs his pants down just enough to palm over the thick and hard bulge in his boxers. He makes no effort to bite back a grunt and the soft whine that follows. Rhys’ eyes are on her but she’s got her gaze focussed on his clothed cock.

Y/N leans forward, nosing at his thick length. Her mouth is parted; bottom lip dragging a wet strip across the expensive, cotton material as she makes her way up for the little strip of thin hairs that dust down to his sweet spot. When she gets to the top of the elastic, her tongue slips from her mouth and a bold, wet stripe is licked fatly up to his bellybutton.

She feels him shudder, hands on the fronts of his thighs and they creep up to the waistband of his boxers. Rhysand’s got one hand tangled in her hair, blunt nails scratching at her scalp and the other is leaning against her front door, supporting his crushing weight up.

“Are you gonna take all of me, baby?” he coaxes. 

Spit begins to well in her mouth as she tugs his boxers down and she’s finally face to face with her boss’ thick, long cock. He’s massive, that much she’s certain of and the way his tip glistens an angry pink proves he’s just as eager as she is. She wonders if he’s been as hard since the copy room earlier today.

Rhysand’s tugging at her hair, trying to get her to focus on the situation at hand rather than ogling at his cock. He usually wouldn’t mind, but right now he’s far too desperate to be lodged down her warm throat to think about anything else. His cock twitches as it slaps at his lower abdomen, leaving damp trails of precum in his tip’s wake.

It’s standing tall when Y/N leans forward on her knees. She’s got her palms bracing her weight on his thick thighs and her tongue sits on her bottom lip, licking a bold and wide strip up the entire eight inches of his thick length. Rhysand’s grunting when her tongue swirls around his head before she’s suckling the soft flesh into her mouth.

Her cheeks are softly hollowed and gentle hums of approval sound around him at the salty taste that sits heady on her tongue. Her lips are stretched around his puffy head, the actual width of him nearly choking her but fuck, if she doesn’t love it with every ounce of her dirty little soul.

She’s got those innocent doe eyes staring up at him while she suckles on his length. Relaxing her throat to take him a little deeper, Y/N pumps in a firm fist what she can’t fit; twisting her wrist. 

Rhys can’t keep his fucking eyes off her – puffy lips swollen and stretched and if he sees another dribble of saliva drip from her lips and down the valley of her tits, he’s gonna cum straight down her throat.

“Fuck, such a good mouth. So fucking good, Princess,” he goads. 

He’s gnawing hard on his bottom lip, mouth salivating at the sight of his pretty little secretary on her knees with her mouth stuffed with his cock. Rhysand can’t help his ego from inflating when she lets him guide his hips until he hits the back of her throat, choking her lightly and she splutters around his length.

It’s filthy – the noises her mouth and his cock are making – but Rhysand’s living for it. Pools and dribbles of saliva and precum are spilling and bubbling from the corners of her mouth and the swells of her tits are soaked from it alone. She’s comfy on her knees now and takes her free hand from his thigh to tug his pants and boxers down further.

She’s picked up her pace, sucking harder and fisting the few inches she can’t take. Y/N’s hand snakes further down and reaches around a little until she’s cupping and massaging his aching balls, coaxing the release she knows he’s about to give her. His taste is getting saltier on her tongue and his hips are staggering with each gentle thrust he offers into her throat.

Rhys’ grip on her hair is hard and tight, knuckles bumping at her skull as he tries to drill her head closer to him, to force more of him down her throat. As much as she tries to relax herself, she can’t take him all and she wants nothing more than to bury her nose in the short hairs that lead from his bellybutton to his shaft.

“Such a good girl for me. Sucking me so fucking well, gonna cum,” he warns and praises the young woman and she comes off him with a frantic gasp. 

Her eyes are watering and his cock is soaked, but that doesn’t stop her from spitting the rest of his arousal on his length and pumping him as quickly as she can.

She’s got that confidence about her again as she focuses on his tip, fisting both hands around his throbbing cock as she smears her swollen lips across his sensitive head. She smacks it against her tongue, offering hollow sucks to guide him over the edge.

Rhys’ got his forehead resting against the door and he’s grunting and groaning, biting back animalistic moans. He can’t wrap his head around it, the most sloppy and incredible blowjob he’s ever had. 

“Wanna taste it. Cum, Rhysand,” she whines greedily, one hand leaving his cock to tear her blouse open just enough for her tits to spill out of it. “Cum all over my tits, baby.”

His orgasm washes over him with a heady grunt and hot spurts of white ribbons that smother her tits perfectly. She’s standing on her knees, using the tip of his aching cock as a paintbrush to smear his cum across her lustful chest. He’s smashing his head against the door, trying to blink away the orgasmic-bliss he’s been thrown in and take a grip of reality again.

When he finally looks down at her, stepping back a little from the door, he’s panting and twitching and she’s licking her lips clean. Y/N’s got that innocent sparkle sitting in her eyes again. Rhysand has to shake his head and let out an exasperated laugh. He’s smoothing down her tangled and matted hair and guiding her back to her feet.

“So fucking sexy,” he groans when he takes note of her cum-smothered tits. 

His lips are smearing against hers greedily, and there’s something so exciting and erotic about tasting himself on her sweet tongue. Her hands are soaked and sticky but she still tangles them in his hair to kiss him harder.

She’s too fucking horny to feel shy or embarrassed about what she’s just done against her front door. “Gonna fuck me now? Thought you promised me you’d fuck me with your cock?” she whispers tauntingly against his lips and he grins, still completely fucked out.

Even though he’s painfully hard again, he doesn’t have it in him to sheath himself in her tight little cunt just yet. He’s got stamina, but his poor cock can’t recover from a blinding orgasm like that too quickly. He nods, hands on her ass and he’s groping like a starved man. 

“And I will, Princess. But you got a taste of me, it’s only fair I get a taste of you, don’t you think?” he teases.

She’s putty in his hands, though – nodding breathlessly as her nose bumps his. She can feel his hard cock against her middle and he gives her pert ass a spank, enticing a high whine from her raw lips. 

“Suppose you better show me to your room then, my love… unless you want your friend to come and watch?” he offers, like he wouldn’t be opposed in the slightest.

If Rhysand’s honest, maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d gladly let her friend watch him absolutely ruin her tight cunt.

“Put your cock in your pants,” she breathes, the firm order doing nothing but coaxing dribbles of precum from his dick. He shoves himself back in his boxers but makes no attempt to button up his trousers while she covers her chest again.

Y/N’s got her hand in his as she leads him up the steps of her townhouse, hips swaying more than usual and Rhysand knows, but he’s too horny to tease her for it. All he can think about is having that ass sat on his face and he’s salivating at the thought of her taste.

He doesn’t take in the decor on the walls or the frilly rug on the floor of the hall. He doesn’t even take in the style of her bedroom when she shoves him inside and kicks the door closed. Rhysand, instead, is too busy tearing her blouse open and ignoring the buttons skidding across her oak floors.

She’s no better, eager to get him naked and claw at his tattooed chest. They’re both naked in seconds, hands all over the other in a desperate attempt to get off. She’s guiding him to her bed, tits in his face and he paws at her breasts as she straddles his lap. She expects him to pin her down, to devour her little cunt but he doesn’t.

He kisses her lips and grips her thighs – laying on his back with his head on her pillow and tugging her up his body and she starts to get the hint when she stops on his chest. Rhysand’s frowning, kneading at her thighs and jutting his chin in the air a little.

“Told you I wanted a taste, now come and sit on your throne, Princess.” She’s giddy with excitement and arousal, head cloudy and she lets him guide her up the rest of his body. 

Her entire pussy is slick and swollen when her knees rest either side of his head. He loops his arms around her legs and rests his hands on her ass, squeezing and massaging her cheeks.

“Fucking look at you, baby. So wet and so soft,” he coos, craning his head up to suck bruises on her thighs. Y/N’s got her fingers tangled in his messy dark locks and when he spreads her ass apart, she falls a little and her soaked cunt sits on his face.

Rhysand’s mouth wastes no time, sucking and licking and nibbling at her hole and clit. He’s swirling wet strokes through her folds, deep and long. Her sweet scent is heavy on his tongue and he’s got his eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss. Y/N is a mess above him – head thrown back and fingers tugging at his unruly locks.

“Oh my God,” she whines, breathing erratically but Rhysand’s having the time of his life. 

She shudders as he brings a hand down on her ass, her meaty flesh jiggling before he’s grabbing it again and pulling her apart and further up his face. He’s got a knot in his brow, tongue circling at her weeping hole and he can’t get enough of her taste.

“So good, so fucking good. Don’t stop,” she begs, desperate and eager. 

Rhys lets his tongue trail up the length of her pussy until the flatness of his tongue is rubbing at her swollen clit, enticing moan after filthy moan to slip from her silky tongue. He wraps his mouth around her little nub, sucking and nibbling and she’s seeing stars.

Y/N can’t seem to catch her breath and she’s rolling her hips on his face like she fucking owns him. Rhysand comes off her clit with a little pop, open-mouthed kisses smeared over her dripping cunt and he sucks a swollen lip into his mouth, biting teasingly and she gasps into the dim room.

Her nipples have puckered in the cool air and one hand leaves his head to tweak and pinch at one of the neglected nubs. She’s trembling on his face, thighs clenching around his head as he kneads and spanks at her ass. Rhysand’s grunting deliciously into her cunt, sending vibrations through the woman’s core and egging her on.

He knows she’s close, knew he wouldn’t have to be between her thighs for too long after she came so quickly from his fingers earlier in the copy room, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t gladly spend hours devouring her. She’s sweet – sweeter than he hoped and expected – and it’s better than any feeling he’s ever had before. Sweet like watermelon with a tangy hint.

It’s fucking intoxicating and when she cums, it only tastes better. “I’m cuming, oh shit, oh God…” Y/N can’t think straight. 

Her vision is blinding by streaking light that blocks her sight and the wanton and borderline pornographic moans are music to Rhysand’s ears. She’s shaking, body jolting and when Rhys opens his eyes to watch her unravel on his tongue, all he sees is her head rolling back and the underswell of her tits bouncing before her back coils and she hunches into herself.

He’s lapping her of every single last drop she has, desperate to have her taste lingering on his tongue for as long as he possibly can. His cock is overly bloated and sticky as precum sticks to his lower abdomen but maybe his ego is even more bloated, knowing he didn’t even have to use his fingers to get her quivering and begging above him.

“Fuck,” she gasps in a slow drawl. 

Her voice is deep and raspy, like she’s seething as she tries to catch her breath and stop the shakes from taking over in her post-orgasmic state. Rhysand’s kitten licking her softly, moving his head to bite playfully at the thickness of her inner thighs and he traces over a soft, faded stretch mark with his tongue.

“Sweetest fucking pussy I‘ve ever tasted,” he groans in approval. 

Rhys maneuvers them both so she’s pressed against the mattress, and even in her fucked-out, overly-blissed state, she’s still whining and eager for his cock again. She’s insatiable and Rhysand can’t help the amused chuckle that slips from his lips.

“So fucking desperate, Princess,” he taunts.

He takes a moment to admire her, take her all in. Her pussy is swollen, soaked still and he can almost see her clit pulsing as her hole clenches. Her chest is rattling in deep breaths and her eyes are lidded heavily as she creeps her foot up his thigh, reaching for his hard cock.

He hums appreciatively, spreading her bent knees open and crawling between her legs again. He’s got a hand resting by her head to support his weight – the other gripping her chin in his hold and he forces her mouth open as he lets saliva well in his mouth.

She gets the hint, knows what he’s about to do and she’s desperate to get a taste of herself from him. Y/N’s tongue falls out flat on her bottom lip, eyes a little wider and she holds his firm gaze when he spits on her tongue and forces her mouth closed again. 

The sweetness of her arousal is heavy in her mouth and she swallows what he offered before her lips part again and her tongue is licking up at his stubbly chin, reaching for his lips.

Rhysand’s eyes are blazing, dick twitching against her thigh and he kisses her hard, teeth clashing and tongues dancing an uncoordinated rhythm, but it works. Y/N suckles on his tongue as he groans, pinching at her nipple before he reaches down to palm his cock some.

“Need to get a condom,” he breathes into her mouth but she’s shaking her head. He leaves his cock and reaches for her cunt, attending to her fiery clit that’s far too sensitive but she welcomes the touch, nonetheless. 

“Wanna feel you,” she admits, no shame in the embarrassingly desperate statement and Rhysand thinks he’s about to fucking explode on her cunt before he even gets a proper feel of it.

He wants to, needs to feel her slick and velvety walls hug and suck him in, wants to be consumed by her heat and arousal but even in his lust-filled state, his brain is still turned on. He shakes his head painfully. 

“Next time,” he offers, doesn’t miss the way Y/N’s eyes light up at the insinuation but she nods with a desperate, laboured breath.

She reaches to her side for her nightstand, retrieving a foil packet from the top drawer and she rips it open with her teeth before Rhysand can take it from her. His eyes are wide when she tugs it from the packaging and reaches down for his cock. She pinches the tip of the condom and rolls it over his thick head, sliding it slick down his shaft and he’s grunting in pleasure over the act.

“Fuck. You’re so sexy,” he mutters gruffly against her lips and she whimpers, eyes rolling back at the sheer tone of his voice. Her legs are spread wide as he reaches for his cock and rubs himself up and down her folds a few times.

Y/N’s giddy with excitement, pussy clenching in anticipation and he slowly rolls his hips forward, his fat tip nudging through the tight entrance ring of her pussy and she shudders a gentle shriek at the obvious intrusion.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasps out. 

Her chest is already heaving when he begins to sheath himself in, spreading her wide and drilling in deep. Y/N’s eyes have rolled to the back of her head and her toes have curled inwardly and just how much he’s filling her up.

Rhysand’s no better – teeth gritted and eyes clenched shut. His grip on her hips have his knuckles turning white but neither of them seem to mind the bruises that’ll be apparent in the morning. She’s tight around him, warm and slick and even with the condom, he can feel every pulse her pussy offers.

Rhys rolls his hips slowly, getting her used to his thick girth and generous length. Y/N’s clawing at his shoulders with each soft whine until his pace begins to pick up and the bed starts to rock. Her tits are bouncing on her chest, nipples hard and desperate for a good sucking.

He manoeuvres his body to lean his head down, biting on her hard nub and sucking. “Shit, you’re so fucking big, oh my God,” she praises through a strangled moan. He’s snapping his hips, grunting and smirking against her slobbery tits. 

His tongue is flicking over her nipple in quick strokes as his teeth bite softly but she’s keening at the blissful shoots of pain.

“Tight pussy, baby. Tightest fucking pussy I‘ve ever had.” He pops off her breast and smears his lips against hers. 

She can still taste him on her tongue and the feel of his lips on hers is overwhelming. His thick cock is brushing against all the good spots and she can’t wrap her head around how sex could ever feel this good.

“Faster, please, faster. Just like that,” she begs out through another broken moan. He’s seething through gritted teeth as he wills back his animalistic grunts, drills his hips in quicker thrusts and the wet squelches of his cock and her pussy is music to both of their ears.

“Hear that? Hear how fucking wet you are?” he teases, leaning back and shuffling until he’s on his knees between her quaking thighs. “Fuck, you fit me so fucking good, Princess.” He’s gnawing down on his bottom lip, likely drawing blood but he can’t bring himself to care.

Y/N’s got her head thrown back in her pillows, eyes rolled to the back of her head as her lashes flutter like angel wings. “This cunt was fucking made for me,” he growls through gritted teeth as he releases his lower lip. She’s nodding helplessly at his words, crying out in pure ecstasy at the filth he’s talking and she fucking loves it.

“All yours, Rhys. Pussy’s all yours,” she agrees quickly. 

Her voice is broken, high pitched and whiney. Rhysand thinks it’s borderline pornographic and it only makes his cock throb in her cunt. “Fuck,” he seethes, watching the way her full breasts bounce on her chest.

He lets his gaze avert to where they meet – where his thick cock is drilling into her cunt and fucking her into the mattress. He’s completely slick with every thrust that has his dick pulling out of her. His balls are slapping against her ass, slick with her wetness that leaks from her tight hole and even both their thighs are growing sticky from her arousal and their sweat.

Between them, they’re eager messes, desperate for a hot release and it’s haunting the both of them. Rhysand can feel her cunt clench tenderly around him and Y/N can feel his cock twitching between her soft walls. 

“Fuck, can feel you squeezing me baby, making you feel good, Princess?” He knows he’s making her feel fucking heavenly but the narcassist in him needs to hear that bit of praise.

She’s nodding frantically, eager to give him what he wants to hear. “Yes, fuck, yes! So good, Rhys. I love your cock, makes me feel so fucking full.” She’s moaning through every word, sentence broken by wanton cries and pornographic whines. She’s fucking filthy, dribble running down the corners of her lips as she speaks.

Rhysand’s fucked, can feel his release toppling close to the edge but he needs to feel her cum around him first. “Yeah? You like me buried in your tight little cunt, my love? Like feeling me in your fucking tummy?” He sets a firm palm across her stomach, adding just enough pressure to feel himself nudge at her lower abdomen and his head is spinning.

“More, please. I’m gonna fucking cum, Rhys. Make me cum on your cock, make me cum, please.” She’s begging through desperate tears and Rhysand’s ego is through the fucking roof. His eyes are rolling back at the sound of her broken pleads and he leans closer.

He’s got one hand holding his weight by her head, the other locking around her throat. He watches for a moment, still pounding into her, to see if she tells him to stop, tells him she doesn’t like that. But she reaches up and tightens his hold on her throat and her other hand snakes between them to rub feverishly at her swollen clit.

“Harder,” she demands, voice steady and dark and there’s a primal instinct that washes over Rhysand that tells him to fucking obliterate her. He’s choking her as his cock tears into her, weeping in the condom and Y/N’s sobbing beneath him.

Her thighs begin to tremble, eyes rolled right back and she feels like she’s floating. “I’m cuming! Rhys, I’m gonna cum!” Her body convulses under his touch and waves of bliss roll over her. She’s cumming around his cock, shaking and sobbing and whining like a dirty little girl and Rhysand’s living for it.

He fucks her through her state of bliss, grip still tight on her throat until he feels her calm down and he’s ready to explode. Even in her blissed out state, Y/N knows what she wants. She suckles on his thumb as he grips her jaw and takes her spare hand to push him back just enough to pull his cock out of her cunt.

With hooded eyes and swollen lips, she peels off the condom and tosses it to the side. Rhysand’s eyes are blown wide, brows knitted and even in her hazy state she can see how desperate his cock is for a relief.

He’s hissing when she wraps a hand around his wet length and lazily starts pumping his shaft. “If you can’t come in my pussy, I want your cum all over it.” His head falls back at the admission, cock twitching in her hand and it only takes a few futile pumps before she’s smearing his tip across her swollen clit and he’s cumming.

Hot ribbons of clear-ish cum paint her cunt, spilling across her folds and clit in desperate spurts. “Fuck, oh shit. So good, such a good fucking girl,” he’s praising in broken moans and wanton whines.

Y/N’s pussy clenches around nothing as she watches his thick cock slowly soften to one of a slightly smaller size. They’re both fucked out as Rhysand catches his breath and falls to her side, panting and heaving with a sweaty and heavy chest.

She can barely keep her eyes open, thighs still trembling from her post-orgasmic state and Rhysand’s trying to come to terms with what just happened. He’s too infatuated to scold himself for fucking a damn employee. For fucking his secretary.

He can hear her heavy breathing from beside her and he peeks a look, watching her eyes flutter as she stares up at her ceiling. He holds his breath in hopes of hearing any movement on the other side of the bedroom door but all he can hear is his heart hammering through his body.

He takes a heaving breath and looks back up at the ceiling. “You think your friend might’ve heard us?” He speaks up, breaking the silence. He hears her breath stagger and silence before she lets out an uneven sigh and he can feel her chest shaking.

Rhysand turns to her with pinched brows and she’s grinning with eyes squinted shut. “What? What are you laughing at?” She’s giggling again and Rhys sits up to get a better look at her. She’s thoroughly fucked out.

“I don’t have a friend staying with me,” she admits shyly through a broken laugh and it takes Rhysand a hot second to grasp onto what she’s just said. When he does, his eyes widen and jaw falls slack, smirk tugging on the corners of his parted lips.

Y/N turns to him, running a hand through his matted hair and she gnaws on her bottom lip, staring into his fucked out eyes. “Just wanted to try and get you in my bed,” she confesses.

They’re both grinning; Y/N letting out a squealed shriek as Rhysand pounces on top of her and pins her hands above her head, nosing and biting at her jaw and neck. His eyes are gleaming nothing but mischief as his nose knocks hers and he notices the fire in her eyes.

He nips at her lips. “You lied to me? To get me in your bed like I‘m some sort of cheap hooker?” He’s teasing her now and the banter has her stomach flipping. Y/N shrugs, feigning nonchalance, eyes blazing and she licks into his mouth. 

“Worked though, didn’t it?”

Rhysand pulls away from her lips just enough to see the look on her face. She’s shy under his gaze, innocent eyes staring up at him but there’s still that flash of filth and cheekiness that’s loitering behind them and when she gnaws on her bottom lip, Rhysand can’t help but feel completely fucked.

“You little minx.”

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[tune-on-in-folks]

Day seven! Wow, a week! I actually kind of like this one, something about this prompt was just fun to me.

Tags/Warnings: Accidental stimulation, public sex(?), public masturbation(?), mutual pining, talk about soul contracts, Vox tries to get you to sign a soul contract, cums in his pants instead, public humiliation(?), no pronouns or gendered terms for once! Word Count: 2,276

Accidental Stimulation: Vox x Reader

You had painstakingly climbed the corporate ladder of VoxTek Enterprises. Your path to becoming Vox’s assistant was one you had carved out for yourself with determination and your excellent work ethic. You had never missed a day, working even when you were sick, most of the time from home. You were never late and often stayed later than your scheduled shift. Like in life, you lived to do something. And if that was doing a job, then you’d do it. Especially if it meant you got to work for the CEO of Voxtek himself. The Overlord was an enigma, one that you were intrigued by.

Coincidentally, you were also an enigma to Vox. You hadn’t signed a contract with him, nor his fellow Vees. As far as he could tell, you owned your own soul. Yet you hadn’t missed a single day in the two years you had been working at his company. Did you get sick? Even he got sick, and had to begrudgingly take days off. And the way you climbed the corporate ladder? Mind-boggling. You were an enigma, one that Vox wanted to crack. So when he had the opportunity, he promoted you to be one of his many assistants.

He didn’t think too much about how your presence seemed to calm him. How the two of you could bounce ideas off of one another. Talk and laugh for hours… How he would request your presence more and more. If he didn’t think about it, then it wasn’t happening, and therefore did not exist. Though he was acutely aware of these growing feelings for you. Deep down, he was terrified of you leaving, moving on to something bigger and better. He was terrified of you leaving him. So he decided to ask you to sign a contract with him, not expecting you to say anything but yes.

“Absolutely not.” You deadpan, ignoring the digital contract he had drawn up for your soul.

He chuckled, the sound low and full of disbelief, slightly hurt by your refusal. “I’m sorry?”

You stood up from across his desk, taking a deep breath, “I’m not going to give you my soul, Sir.”

He stood up as well, following you around his desk. His eyes narrowed as you turned your back to him, walking down the catwalk towards the doors.

He spoke your name, his voice firm. The tone he used sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to stop in your walk. You looked back at him, meeting his gaze. There was a lot going on in his eyes, a mix of emotion you couldn’t quite identify.

You spoke first, your voice slightly strained. “Don’t ask me for my soul, Vox.”

He stiffened as though you had struck him. His name falling from your lips in that tone, had his chest squeezing in discontent. He cleared his throat, his suave mask slipping back into place as he smirked.

“I’m not asking for your soul, I just want you to re-sign your contract for next year.” He lied, taking a step towards you.

Annoyance flashed through you as you saw right through him. Frowning, you turn away from him again. Your pace quickens, a strange feeling of sadness filling you. That wasn’t something you exactly wanted to think about or even attempt to unpack. The doors opened in front of you, letting you slip past.

You were just at the elevator when Vox caught up to you. His hand circling around your wrist, tugging lightly. Enough to get your attention but not to hurt.

Your name falls from his lips again, spoken softly. Almost sweetly. “Think of it as safety.”

Your brows knit together as you pull your hand from his grasp. “Safety from what?”

He opens his mouth to answer but the elevator opens and you get on. Vox clenches his jaw and follows after you, glowering at the other sinner on the elevator. You let out a soft sigh in relief, if someone else was near, then Vox wouldn’t be able to talk to you about any contracts. It was a moment of reprieve that you hope lasts. You reached for the buttons at the same time Vox did. Your hands brushed briefly. You selected your floor while he selected the penthouse. His eyes never left you as he did so. You tried your best to ignore his stare.

A few floors up and the elevator opened to reveal a gaggle of sinners all waiting to get on. You stiffened, not fond of what was about to happen. Vox took a step back, his hand resting on your hip as he dragged you against him. You shoot a glare up at him, but his attention is on the sinners loading into the elevator. It didn’t take you long to realize that Vox seemed uncomfortable. You raised an eyebrow, a smirk taking over your face. You didn’t like how packed the elevator was either. But at least he was suffering. It served him right for trying to get you to sign a soul contract.

The elevator, all loaded, jolted to a start. Lurching beneath the weight for a moment before resuming its path as normal. The sensation made your stomach flip, a shiver of apprehension shooting through you. You pressed back against Vox subconsciously. Vox glanced down at you, his brows furrowed as he caught sight of your smirk.

Vox leaned down slightly, whispering into your ear. “Something amusing, doll?”

A shiver ran up your spine, your body tensing against him. His voice did sinful things to your body, not that you’d ever admit that to yourself, or him for the matter. 

You leaned back to reply in a low murmur, “Your face.”

He scowled, not having expected that from you, his claws flexing against your hip. You giggled softly, raising a hand to cover the sound. Vox pulled you closer against him. His breath hitched at the sudden sensation of his cock pulling against his boxers and slacks. The sudden stimulation, paired with you pressing back against him, had his cock twitching to life. You hadn’t seemed to notice, which meant that no one else in the hell-forsaken elevator had noticed either. He tentatively moved, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. Again his boxers and slacks pulled across his member, stimulating him. His cock twitched again, gradually getting harder. He swallowed back a groan at the sensation, hoping beyond hope that you hadn’t noticed his growing arousal.

The elevator jerked again, the movement stimulating him even further. Vox’s claws dug deeper into your hip causing you to hiss out in pain. The sound caught his attention. He quickly relaxed his grip, murmuring, “sorry,” as he tried to step away from you. You lose your balance at his sudden withdrawal, crashing back against him. Vox has no choice but to catch you, his hand flexing, squeezing your hip. He was certain you had felt his hard-on pressing against your back. But if you had, you made no signs of it. You said nothing, your face staying in a state of perpetual annoyance at the elevator being so packed. Vox couldn’t help himself, rolling his hips forward slightly. His eyes fluttered shut at the delicious drag against his cock, the feeling of you pressed against his chest. His breathing was getting quicker, though he tried to hide it. If he wasn’t as aroused as he was, he would have felt ashamed.

He was in a packed elevator, getting off to the feeling of you pressed against him. His hand flexed around your hip again, catching your attention as Vox used you as a stress ball. You glance up at your boss, seeing his eyes close as he steadies his breathing. You watch him for a few moments, faintly aware of the elevator stopping. The doors open and quite a few sinners get off. The elevator felt less cramped. You breathe a little easier, feeling the throes of sinners thin. Still Vox keeps you held against him. Not that you mind too much. Despite your annoyance with him trying to get you to sign your soul to him. He was oddly endearing. That’s what you told yourself anyway, refusing to unpack the deeper feelings lying just beneath the surface.

Your gaze returns forward again, watching the floors tick by. More sinners get out, the numbers dwindling. Vox rolls his hips against you again, this time you feel his movement, casting a curious glance up at him. His eyes flicker open, catching your eyes. His pupils are slightly blown out and the way he looks down at you can only be described as sinful. A thrill runs through your body, your face flushing with heat. You bite your lip, unsure if you should say anything or not. Ask him why he was looking at you like he wanted to fuck you right then and there. But the elevator came to another stop. Some sinners got off, more got on. You bit your tongue, keeping your questions to yourself for the time being.

Vox felt you step closer once more as more sinners got onto the elevator. You shifted from foot to foot, an obvious nervous tick. But he wasn’t exactly paying attention to why you were shifting. What he was paying attention to was how great it felt. Your continued movement was stimulating him far more than anything else had up to that point. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his release. The fact that you didn’t seem to realize what was happening was only making it more alluring. Getting off against you- in a slightly less packed elevator- was exhilarating. His breath hitched again, his cock twitching insistently.

That you felt, your brows furrowing as you tried to figure out what exactly it was. The doors opened, all but one sinner got off. You moved your hand behind you, feigning an itch. Your hand grazed against Vox’s hard-on straining painfully against his slacks. Your eyes widened, heat rushing to your face as the realization hit you. Your eyes shot up to Vox, finding him already watching you. His gaze told you that he knew you knew. The doors opened and the sinner got off.

Leaving you both alone together.

For a moment you just stood there, wide eyed. Vox’s hand was still on your hip, keeping you pressed against him.

“S-Sir?” You whispered.

The elevator doors opened on your floor. Then closed. The ascent continued towards the penthouse.

His voice was husky, full of lust. “See what you do to me?” He punctuated his words with a roll of his hips, his breathing ragged.

He was so close it was almost shameful. He was about to cum himself like he was going through puberty all over again.

“Vox..” You breathe, unsure of where this was going.

You were unsure of where you wanted it to go. Vox was an enigma, one you had wanted to solve. You hadn’t expected yourself to get tangled up in the man himself. But you couldn’t deny the way your heart beat faster, the way that warmth curled in your core. Minutes ago he had been trying to get you to sign a soul contract with him. Now he was moments away from cumming, all because of the accidental stimulation you had provided. You took a step away from him, turning to face him. You saw the way his gaze darkened, the sense of loss that came off him in waves. You took a deep breath, reaching forward to cup his erection through his pants.

Vox inhales sharply, his hips rolling against your hand. A shameless moan falls from his lips, his eyes watching you intensely. After a moment you tear your eyes away from his tented pants to meet his eyes. Before you could speak, he moved, capturing your lips with his. He rolls his hips against your hand as you kiss him back. You squeeze his cock lightly, Vox’s hips jerking against your touch. You remove your hand long enough to slip your hand down his slacks. You bite back a moan at the warmth of his cock against your hand. Your fingers delicately close around him, trailing up and down, in slow, languid strokes.

“Fuck!” He cries out, his hips rolling against your touch.

He rutted against your hand, chasing his release, his breathing heavy. He came with a groan, his chest heaving. You watched as he came undone beneath your touch, the thrill of making him cum by barely touching him, was a high you didn’t want to forget. A high you wanted more of. You slowly withdrew your hand from his pants. The elevator opened up to the penthouse. Vox took a step towards you and you took a step back. Letting him walk you backwards into the penthouse. Your back hit the kitchen island, a gasp slipping from your lips. Vox leaned in, both of his arms closing around you. He pinned you against him and the island, his eyes wild with desire. He pressed his hips against you, his arousal not fading despite having just cum.

“I propose a new deal.” He mutters, his gaze flickering down your body. “No contract, just us.”

You quirk an eyebrow, feeling him undress you with his eyes. “I’m listening.”

He smiles, his grin cocky and bleeding confidence. It was a smile that had heat pooling between your legs. A smile that had your heart skipping a beat. Whatever came from this night, nothing would ever be the same again. So you welcomed it with open arms, pulling Vox down into a searing kiss.

[simp-ly-writes]

Crush

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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x Shy!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You try and hide your crush on your co-worker.

─ · · TAGS: mutual pining, gender-neutral pronouns, fluff, hurt/comfort, meet-cute, cheesiness, confessions.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,765

─ · · A/N: I told myself I would never write about IRL people nor ever post this or even go back to my smosh phase but somethings in the water today I guess!

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↳ You had originally worked for Good Mythical Morning as one of the leads of the marketing team before you switched over to Smosh as they re-bought the company. You would miss your team, your friends for the past several years dearly. But you were invested in the new challenge of getting these channels back to their glory days with new content and ideas to work on.

↳ You kept to yourself as best as you could as your new co-workers came up to you and introduced themselves by your desk side. Spencer was not the first to come up and say hi to you, in actuality- it was you who rather abruptly walked into him at the end of your first week. The distinct smell Mountain Dew Kickstarter spreader across every fiber, drenching your shirt as it spilled equally over his hoodie.

You remember placing your hands to your mouth in horror, a string of apologies set upon heated cheeks before rushing in to the nearby staff room and back out with a wad of paper towels as you started to dab at his chest before throwing them in his face once remember you did not know your co-workers good enough yet.

Spencer laughed, taking none of it to heart as he dried himself off as best as he could while not making any eye-contact towards you. You apologized once more, extending your hand awkwardly to greet your new acquaintance.

"name," you stated softly in seeing the growing number of people exit the room that he just exited from, it appears the filming just finished for lunch.

"Spencer," he shook you hand, offering a polite smile before looking down the hall. Various cast members you remember meeting slapped him on the shoulder and gave you a wave before continuing down the hall.

"You're not going to report this to HR for anything, right?" you asked, half-joking half not as you looked down to see that your undershirt was indeed visible.

His laugh caught your own as you it died down to chuckles before you rushed towards your car for spare clothes.

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↳ In the next coming weeks, you found your footing once more. Standing behind camera as you recorded little teaser snippets. Quickly edited some pictures for the instagram team and sent off your reports all on your tablet.

↳ You enjoyed sitting towards the back, far away from any possible cameras in a dark corner with your water bottle by your feet. Texting the members of your small team through the group chat as you became lost in your own little bubble before the lights were coming back on.

↳ Looking at the time on your device, you quickly stood up and rushed out the room ahead of everyone else. Your social battery was already low from the mornings meetings and made your way back to your desk

↳ A sudden clearing of someones throat had you jumping out of your chair as Spencer stood at your side water bottle in hand. "You forgot this at set earlier." And placed it on your desk.

"Thank you, Spencer," you said with a smile, doing your best to ignore the way your palms were beginning to sweat and praying that you could go back to your hermit corner.

He offered you a smile in return before exiting the space and back towards his own desk as you slumped in relief. "Tough day?" Courtney asked in a light tone before forcing you towards the lunch table.

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↳ You were growing closer to everyone, making friends with people from other departments and still keeping up with your old co-workers on the weekends. Yet you were still to embarrassed from your first few interactions with Spencer to move your relationship from sharing files or the dreaded small talk.

↳ The audience seemed to be growing to you as well. Somehow your little murmurs to yourself had gotten picked up on the microphone and used in the final edit. When watching with Courtney the most recent episode of TNTL, you were surprised to find that it was you who made Olivia laugh that hard. You were really rooting yourself to this company.

↳ A few cast members and producers had tried to get you to move closer to the cameras for more of your comments or even get you on set as you shook your head violently and turned down every offer- still preferring to stay in the shadows.

↳ Yet even when doing your best to hide away, Spencer would sneak his way over with a snack or offer to review what clips you decided on for the reel later that day. You felt childish in many ways on how afraid you were to speak with him, using short sentences or nods of your head but he never took them as rude and was in a way, way too understanding that lead you to feel how you do currently.

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↳ You hated everything to do with Spencer. You hated how much he would always check in on everyone and somehow find all your little hiding spots in the office and on set. Hated the way his smile and laugh would make your heart race. Hated the videos he would attach to his emails that he thought you would like, and you did.

↳ You despised how he wouldn't force you to talk, yet he would just sit there with you at lunch or offer to walk you to your car after work. Your heat couldn't say no nor did your co-workers allow you to as Courtney was practically shoving you both out the door without another word.

↳ A few of them even asked if you did in fact have a crush on the Director and by the look on your face and the shake in your hands, they knew the answer all to well.

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↳ You stated to feel indebted for your shyness as you offered Spencer a fresh can of Mountain Dew during lunch or even provided morning pasteries for the both of you. The whole office took note of his smile that day while filming and how you both started to work at one another's desks.

↳ The more time you spent together, the more confident you grew and you thought to be getting over your crush now. You would have your chair closer to the front of the set, Spencer would often stand or sit beside you between breaks- resting his arm on the back of your chair as he would peer over to see whatever was on your tablet.

↳ Rumours spread, you could practically feel the eyes for sure on your back as you walked around the office together. HR had even sent you a few hinting emails that had you flashing back to your first week working at Smosh.

↳ Cameras were picking up on it too. The attention was growing all too much, your feels were growing all too much before you were taking a step back and allowing more opportunities for your team as you took a step back.

↳ Of course, Spencer took notice of this as well. Asking around, and even once during filming where you had gone only to find you put other people to film the clips and take the photos.

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↳ "Are you okay," Spencer asks, bursting into your new office space as you stood up straight from your desk, a smile a bit to wide as you stiffly welcomed him into the space.

↳ He rounded your desk, sitting upon it, concern written in his features with the slightest tilt to his head. You fumbled with your fingers, struggling to come up with words, "Im okay, just taking a break is all- working on other things."

"I'm just worried for you my friend, never mind work. Are YOU, doing okay?" Spencer pressed, knowing that the answer you gave wasn't entirely truthful.

↳ Friend. The word wounded you as you blinked away tears, suddenly feeling ridiculous. You were an adult and yet this stupid crush you had was coming in the way of everything you worked so hard towards.

"Yes. I am doing okay, thank you for checking up on me."

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↳ You hoped that the time apart would help you, only finding yourself hurting more. You fell right back into the schedule you and Spencer developed together and you hated to admit to yourself but you had never felt better.

↳ They were filming who meme'd it? And yours had yet to come up until now. It would be your first seconds fully on camera as everyone cheered you on before hand. The comments from earlier in the week were excited to finally see who you were, that night you had even found a compilation of every time Spencer mentioned you, to your suprise it was over 5 minutes long- or maybe you just watched it a few dozen times.

↳ Nonetheless, your meme was instantly guessed by the man. His eyes immediately found your own from behind the camera as you started to shrink away, slipping down the couch and onto the floor was a blush as he calmly wrote your name. Shayne seeing this laughed, it echoed the room as he and everyone else also knew the answer from your combined reaction.

↳ Everyone else in the office was loving it. You meme'd your first time meeting with poorly drawn MS-Paint visuals and a simple caption and as your name and picture flashed up on the screen. Cheers rung throughout the room as one of your team members gently rubbed your back in reassurance

↳ After gaining back your will to live, you were suprised to find a pair of arms bringing you into a hug. "I am so proud of you, first time on camera!" Spencer spoke into your hair, you could feel his smile as you stood there still in shock before retuning the action.

↳ Not knowing if it was the adrenaline still running after the showing, the physical comfort, or what you thought to be hearing his heart beating as fast as you own, you blurted out to the shock of many others still cleaning up after the shoot- "I like you a lot."

Spencer chuckled, bringing you back into a hug as you hide your face in his neck from the cheers, "I like you a lot too. But please now finish your turn on game pigeon 8-ball."

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[cupcake-bee-boy]

Blorbo from my front door

Had a guy knock at my door earlier today and he left quite the Impression ™ so I now I am obsessed

[drrden]

Leon Kennedy Character AI Bots.

All of these are Gender Neutral!

Also my username on there is different now! It's now drrden

"{{user}}." Leon breathes, shakily exhaling your name as if it's a prayer - the gun pointed towards you trembling in his hands. It was inevitable, the confrontation, the realization that he's not entirely loyal to the agency. You've been mission partners for a long while now, and despite some disagreements - you both grew to trust each other. Even with the recurring arguments.

Gaze flickering to the vial of a Plaga sample, his striking blue eyes meet yours once again. "I know what this looks like, and I'm sorry." At this point, it's hard to tell if he's even telling the truth right now. "But what I'm most sorry about? Is the fact that, somewhere along the way in this scheme, I grew to care about you." A shuddering breath. "A lot."

Almost catching himself sleeping already, Leon rests his elbow on the desk, propping his head up as he rests his cheek on his palm; head tilted as he loses focus. The only thing keeping him awake is the music he's listening to, whilst his eyelids flutter from time to time. High school is boring at times. All he cares about is getting good grades and just leaving.

Regardless of his state of fatigue, his eyes widen slightly at the sight of you coming in fashionably late to the lesson. At the time where there's only a free seat straight next to him. Sighing inwardly to himself for whatever reason, he averts his gaze from you quite sharply. Trying to focus on whatever song's playing on his headphones.

With narrowed blue eyes, his gaze follows you as you walk into the office, shoulders tensing as he remains sat in his seat. Scoffing quietly to himself as his attention flickers between the report on the desk and the sight of you entering the room. Safe to say, the two have never exactly been keen on one another. Nor have you seen eye to eye. Which is fine. Apart from the forced proximity from working in the same office. Great.

While it's true he just naturally looks like this, there's obviously got to be some reason as to why his gruff nature only seems to intensify once the two of you are in the same room. Clearing his throat and immediately looking away when he catches himself staring at you to the point where you've finally picked up on it.

You and your group of friends decided to go to a laser tag place. Take the edge off any stress like exams or work. Just a little bit of fun to have. You're not split into teams, and the arena is actually pretty big - there's 30 people in total; obviously not all of them being your friends. Leon's arguably one of the most competitive out of the group, trying his best to ensure he's the one who'll win. In this game of laser tag, once you're shot, you're out.

Traversing through the arena, his gaze lands on you. With a cheeky smirk, he aims his laser tag gun at you and approaches you, pressing it against the laser sensor over your clothes. Right over your heart. Backing you up into a wall whilst being overly dramatic. "Give me one good reason I should keep you alive, {{user}}." Looking over you, his free hand planted beside your head on the wall. Such a drama queen. It's only a game of laser tag.

You've always been close with each other. It's natural, considering you've been best friends for so long. From giddy nights spent by the docks, sneaking out past your bed times with each other just to bask in the familiar company. That was when the two of you were younger, though. The nonchalant hand holding that didn't mean anything. But it seems the two of you have never stopped, regardless. If anything, you're a lot more comfortable.

Fingers interlocked with yours, tugging you along into his bedroom, hushed excited whispers of warning. "Shhh, shhh. We might wake my mom and dad up, babe." That's another thing. The way the terms of endearment escape his lips so easily. Speaking to you the way in which a lover would. Holding you, cuddling you. All in the way that a lover would.

[byizoyas]

2023/byizoyas. — pls do not plagiarize or repost and claim as yours ! thank you very much

EVENT DURATION: oct. 1st - oct. 31

DAY 01 - phone sex. danheng x f!reader. general masterlist ϟ event masterlist

three long days. such was the time that passed since you last talked to your boyfriend and at this point you started to really miss him.

you were used to annoy him and since you both spent pretty much all your days together it felt weird not having him around for so long. you didn’t get to tease him, didn’t mock him nor tickle his sensitive body and you missed it.

you missed him.

you knew he was on vacation with friends and it didn’t happen a lot since he usually worked hard or spent time with you but you felt the need to.. tease him a little bit.

after all he couldn’t do anything while he was away so this was your time to act with no consequences and what a pleasure.

you thought for a while and decided to send a really really suggestive picture directly to his snapchat. only when you pressed the send button did you realize what a cruel idea it was to him who was away and couldn’t do anything to you.

‘anyway.’ you chuckled to yourself but before you went to shower, your phone vibrated and the screen lightened, displaying a usual threatening message from danheng.

y/n i swear. just you wait.

it did make you laugh, but that was it. you took a shower and nothing happened. you even headed to bed, early for once because you had a meeting with an old friend tomorrow and you didn’t want to be late.

you didn’t even reply danheng’s text but you knew he’d be fine with it as long as you replied the day after to make sure you were okay.

‘so how’s danheng ?’ your friend march asked. she was a common friend so of course she had to ask for some news about him.

you’ve been spending the whole morning in her company, talking about many things and somehow, the moment she started talking of danheng, his name appears on your phone and it rang.

‘oh he’s calling.’ you firstly told her while showing her your phone. you picked up the call and a large smile painted on your face as you greeted your man whose voice you missed terribly.

march started minding her own business on her phone, waiting for you to finish with your personal call.

little did she know, danheng wasn’t calling you for only few seconds today. on the phone his tone was pretty serious, so much that you actually left the table and walked away in a more quiet place.

‘are you okay?’

‘are you alone ?’ he asked, ignoring your own question.

‘no. march is home, why ?’

‘i want you.’

you frowned immediately. you were confused by the choice of his words; but before you got a chance to ask more information, danheng made the meaning of this call pretty clear.

‘sending me a sexy picture, then disappearing ? that’s not what good girls do y/n.’

‘and what do they do ?’ you asked, joining him in that little game of his.

that was certainly the first time ever danheng brought up a new way of flirting and pleasuring each other but you were quite fond of it. his voice was always good to hear and his tired intonation made it even more sexy.

‘mh.~ what are you wearing right now ?’ danheng asked.

to that question you replied with a brief description of the clothes you chose to wear today.

‘are you wearing panties ?’ he boldly asked.

‘your favorites. that one white laced.’ you proudly confessed, whispering low enough to make sure your guest wouldn’t hear a word.

you heard danheng whisper. he breathed quite loudly and at this point you figured he wasn’t just sitting on his bed doing nothing but listening to your voice.

‘are you fucking yourself ?’ you asked, covering a part of your mouth so that he and only he could hear.

he hummed, before speaking up again. ‘i want you to do the same.’ he almost commanded you to caress yourself right now, right there.

‘spread those pretty legs and imagine me there. oh y/n how i wish to punish you with my tongue.’

the way he spoke made it clear that he wasn’t alone at home either but somehow it made it much more arousing to you.

you walked towards the bathroom, locking the door behind you and started touching yourself through the thin fabric of your panties.

you mentally scolded yourself for abandoning your friend to do something so obscene but you craved it so bad and hearing danheng pleasuring himself without you was already hard enough.

‘you wish i could fuck you right now ?’ he asked and you hummed, nodding your head as if danheng could see you through that call.

danheng wasn’t vocal during sex. he was pretty quiet actually only talking when you asked or when the vibe allowed him to dirty talk. but otherwise he wasn’t much of a moaner.

but now that you guys were fucking while calling, the phone made it easier to hear all the little noises he made when he kept on taking good care of himself and oh how you wished to be the one stroking his cock.

‘i wanna suck your cock..’ you managed to say between two shy moans you let out.

‘i know you do. try fingering yourself now babe. let me hear how good you feel.’

danheng somehow managed to make you feel aroused even when he was far away from you. he was good with words, almost as much as he was with his tongue and body.

you downed your free hand towards your pussy, playing with your clit while using your middle finger to penetrate yourself.

a moan escaped your mouth and as you froze, scared to have been way too loud to be discreet, danheng’s voice brought you back.

‘focus on my voice.’ he said; obviously noticing that you stopped making noise and logically, probably stopped pleasuring yourself.

‘close your eyes and take your fingers the way you’d take mine.’ he waited for a little bit, listening carefully to all the subtle noises you didn’t even notice yourself. ‘does it feel good to be fucked ?’ he asked.

to that you only hummed, speeding the pace of your touches. you couldn’t stay too long on the phone and since you knew your own body by heart, it was quite easy to reach orgasm quickly. meanwhile danheng apparently came from the few dirty things you whispered.

‘let’s do it again tomorrow.’ he suggested.

‘no. come home and fuck me instead.’

taglist. @dott8re @mastering-procrastinating @zhochikennugget @kyon-cherri

[haechurch]

forgetting me, forgetting you

It's not the way that jeno doesn't look at you the same. It's not the way of him chasing after a girl and leaving you behind in the evening downpour. It's not the way jeno said he didn't even love you that night. It's just nothing but your broken heart.

pairing: idol!jeno x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff (kinda), angstt

wc: 4.8+k

warnings: minors dni, unprotected sex, oral (m, f receive), spitting, kind of meanie jeno, implied exhibitionist, degrading, praising, spanking, teasing, fingering, tons of pet name, hard and soft sex, etc etc, you know when i said idol and fan relationship its just so unreal as well as how their jobs work lmao ((i had a problem to make this at least a lil bit realistic) also not seem too delusional but- just pls dont @ me, i mean its a fic)

! how embarrassing that this shit got posted accidentally (i hate tmblr) my pupils were literally shaking lol. for those who might accidentally saw this (i know theres not even a soul who cares abt it..) ofc i had this to be revised also its inspired by rv song, in my dreams, (originally the title for this one but i changed it!) i might also have songs recommendation, its [coldplay-yellow > conan gray-astronomy > yoari-dice game > exo-hurt > davichi-forgetting you > red velvet-in my dreams]

Everything was pandemonium from the start. You saw jeno in person for the first time in the concert venue. Yes. He is the singer. That singer. A born-talented, handsome, lovable idol from nct. He didn't even know you were there, in the crowd of audience hyping his band up. Never in your dreams you thought you'd met him in person, but fate brings you two together. It was what you believed until then. Fate brings your jeno who has never been yours in the first place to kindly remind you that he will never be yours even at the end of the time.

You worked hard for your pay. You work as an employee (that mostly work for dreamies) under jeno's company after you earned your post graduate title while studying in korea. That point when you made it out, you never even thought that this was a real chance to finally get him.

That's just insane, to get lee jeno, in a somehow, romantic way. But you tried anyway. Ordinary person with an extraordinary person? Or can you just say idols and fans relationship? That jeno from all the people living on this earth? Mostly impossible. Those who live around you will think you're crazy for wanting someone who literally exists in a different world from you. Even though you're 'coexisting' with him and seeing him from time to time, that would not be enough; so near yet so far.

It's so hard to work under the company and let it flow at first. Without a will, you'll never get what you want. Even though this one is nearly impossible, you attempt to keep the mindset that revolves around you: it will work if you try, try, try and try.

But it's useless. Who do you think you are? You can't even be allowed to speak nor get close to him except if it's necessary. It's hard to work with him like a normal acquaintance. To them, to jeno, you're simply invisible. 

However, you did make it clear enough. No surrendering. That's the least you can keep in mind. 

But again, he didn't even spare you a glimpse.

Then there was this day when you two were put together in the same dressing room, waiting for some interviews coming up. There's actually no reason for you to not share the same room because technically, you're their regular staff. The rest of the members and other staff were nowhere to be found, it was you and him. You and jeno all alone in the same room. You nearly choked yourself when you were about to open your mouth as jeno scooted to where you sat. 

"Hi." He lightly started the conversation. You swear to god you can hear your own heartbeat. Keeping yourself calm and professional, you hum and put the sweetest smile to him. "Hello."

"I'm so sorry if i sound rude, but i believe we're around the same age? I've been seen you around and i just knew you're a regular staff in here," you intensely stared at him, eyes widened in disbelief that he just casually- 

"We can be friends if you wan-" 

"We can?!"

-asked you to be his friend.

Realizing you just replied to him in 0,023 seconds, you covered your mouth and muttered 'sorry' to him. He just laughed. Oh. That laugh.

That's when you feel like you two were 'getting closer' as he asked you to be his friend for some idiotic reason (u really have no idea why the universe would gave you this kind of, miracle, you'd say, but you're fucking grateful).

Of course you can be friends with everyone. Also a staff (fan) and an artist couldn't be an exception, right? But once again who are you kidding, lee jeno is super busy, and you should know it could probably the friendship that only lasts for four hours.

You didn't meet jeno for weeks and you missed him so bad. Sometimes you got to talk to him after he befriend you (tho it happens only if you had that rare chance) but both of you didn't get a long time to properly talk and have a good conversation. And it's been a long time, you just missed him.

Did he perhaps miss you too? Did he ever think about you even just for a split second? You shake your head from the thoughts and scoff at yourself. He probably already erased you from his memory. And that night, you drifted into a deep slumber whilst thinking about how he wouldn't remember you.

―

But you were dead wrong. That day was very hot because apparently, it's in the middle of summer, and you were called for a job in a broadcasting house which happened to be the same place for the band to attend their schedule.

You're standing in front of a vending machine, getting a drink when you hear someone call your name. You turned around and found jeno, looking at you with his smiling eyes.

"Jeno!? What are you doing here?" You can't hide your pearly whites when you see him, so please meet him again after a while.

"We're having some jobs here. How about you?" He asked. 

"Um, me too! But mine's still running, i take a little coffee break right before come back to the site. Have you finished yours?"

"Yes, actually," jeno scratched his nape awkwardly before he continued. "Uhh, do you perhaps want to meet me after you are done? Just for a sec?" He asked.

"Sure! I'll text you when i'm done?" 

Yes, you both are having each other's numbers but can't even communicate a single thing through it. He didn't text you. And you, being the one who shamelessly asked for his numbers which he gladly gave it, never once texts him because as you can see, you're being professional enough to keep your words that it's only for the matter of work.

"Cool." You both smiled to each other and stood awkwardly for a good seconds until jeno left. 

So, did he just wait for you until you're done because he said he just finished his schedule? Is that even possible for him to do that?

The answer is yes. Though with a little bit of delay. He asked you to meet him after you're done, just to have you wait for him in the nearby cafe for nearly 20 minutes.

Jeno: uhh hi its jeno

Jeno: im so sorry for keeping you waiting

You: oh hii

You: nah its okayy not a biggie

Jeno: its the manager hyung, i told him i have to go somewhere but you know its hard to cooperate with them :/

Jeno: look i promise it will just need to b arranged real fast okay

You: okaaay i know youre busy you can really take your time tho

Jeno: so sorry ;(((

You: jeno its fine :*

You: :(

Jeno: thanjk you for the understanding ;)

Jeno: ill be there in.. 5 mins?

You: ill be here waiting!

You were smiling like crazy reading his texts. All you did was blushing and heart skipping while replying to him. He was so cute. And it's the first time you guys exchange texts. And he did it first! (how its a big deal for you)

Then there he is. Entering the cafe with a little skip and making a bee line to your table then sit down in front of you. 

"Right on time." He said jokingly. You just chuckled at him.

"Sooo what's up? What is it that you wanted to talk about in your very packed schedule, busy bee?"

He exhaled harshly before replying. "Nothing. Just wanna get out and have some fresh air."

He averted his gaze to yours before continue, "with my new friend." 

You raised one of your eyebrows at the boy. "Yeah? I thought you already forgot me because i was just simply a girl that worked at your company," you talk as you fold your hands.

"Why would i? I'll remember you anyway. You once fell in front of me when you were about to open some door and that actually was funny as hell. Shouldn't laugh but i can't help it. Oops. Should have not told you this part too..."

Your face heated in a second, and yes, you did that and it was humiliating and you felt very stupid. That time you were about to enter the conference room at the company building, but jeno (also the other members were there) was opening the door at the same time, unfortunately you stumbled on your feet and ended up kneeling at his.

He take a glance at you again then continue. "And you're pretty pretty."

You immediately looked up to him. You can't explain how his sudden confession affect you so much and leave your heart throbbing like crazy. 

Fortunately you can keep your act.

You chuckled and replied, "and what's that supposed to mean."

"I'm just saying that you're beautiful." 

He surely knows how to mess with your heart.

"And i'm getting worried that your eyes might have a problem," you laughed, more to laughing at yourself.

"No. I meant it."

You looked at him again, flustered, and he smiled when he saw you taken aback. A mischievous smile to be exact.

"Are you flirting with me?" Of course you were kidding. Asking that kind of question sounds nonchalant, even have no shame. But you had nothing to lose anyway.

"Would you accept it?" 

You blinked rapidly, your heart beating so fast in your chest, your palms were sweaty. He got you questioning yourself on how you can not fall for him even more? It's getting even deeper every minute you spend your time with him. He's dangerous. 

You were stunned for a moment. You felt like your cheeks burned, they're emitting flame. Your head short circuited for a while yet all you can think about is jeno. Jeno jeno jeno and jeno. The moment you can't hold it back from spilling, you just let it burst.

"I like you." 

Oh, you don't even care anymore about your image. The moment you spit that you felt like the most stupid, dense person alive on earth.

"I know." 

He responded in a heartbeat, and you felt fire burn a hole into you.

"You what?"

"I said i know. I noticed. And i do to."

"I'm so lost." You started to believe that you're out of your mind.

"I'm saying that i like you too."

Your pupils doesn't even falter when you stare at his face. You might just scream or gasp or even cry, but you were too stunned to speak, the way you were so calm also surprised yourself. You shake your head as you doubt your hearing and gave him a bitter smile.

"You're joking."

"Yes." 

Your eyes widen from his answer. He's such a prankster. 

"Jeno!"

He laughed. His laugh is so carefree but feels shy at the same time, that is just screaming lee jeno so much.

"So what am i supposed to say? You already heard me."

"I'm just trying to seek clarity." You narrow your eyes playfully. Now you don't even know where the confidence in you came from.

"You're my clarity." 

Now that sounds straight up came from a song lyric.

This whole time you think that you're crazy for wanting lee jeno, but here you are having a little cafe date and knowing him to have the same feeling as you are.

-

"Ah!" you squeal as your head thud against the hard surface.

"Sorry," jeno apologized as he giggled, then continue to peppering kisses down your neck.

Both of you were alone in a room at the backstage, making out like crazy before he bring you to the nearest table and pin you down. You sigh blissfully, thanking heaven every time your bodies this close, that you finally have jeno for your own and not anybody else. It's not the first time that he finally touched you, but every single one of his touches feels like the first time.

Oh, of course that didn't just happen in a night. He's been so sweet and kind to you that you mistaken his deed as something more than platonic relationship.

He bought you food. He told the manager to drop you off at your apartment at night when the schedule's over. You both go to the staff's cafeteria and eat lunch together. You offer him to go cycling together when he's off, and he did. He lent you his airpods when you lost one. You brewed his morning coffee. He called you one night and said that he's missing you. You asked him if you can do the same, texting or calling him as a normal friend would do despite both of your jobs. And that one night where he sneaked out to your apartment just to say that he wanted you.

That moment you thought everything is indeed possible. 

"Jen! Wait!"

He's currently railing you stupid at the backstage.

Now both of your hands were on the wall, legs spread open for him to easily pound you from the back. 

"Shit, this pussy's so tight." He slowed down, dragging his cock precise and keen, watching how his length appeared then disappeared inside your pussy.

"You like that baby?"

Your ears are buzzing, eyes fluttering, you only mewl and all you can hear is squelching sounds from how wet your pussy is before he sped up, skins clapping resonated all over the room.

When you didn't answered, he stopped and brings your hair to a ponytail then yanked your head up so your back is now against him as he whispered, "i said, am i fucking you good, little slut?" Well he can be cruel sometimes, but both of you know his mouth isn't that dirty on daily basis. He's just having his moment.

"Fuck yes," you finally speak.

Jeno railed into you again, he prop you to stand up, right hand on your hip, clamping so hard it'll leave bruises, and left hand grasping at your jaw to make you face him, his lips ghosting between your ear and lips, heavy breathing and all.

When he brushed against your earlobe, he whispered right onto your ear, "open your fucking mouth."

You obliged, as he bent your neck back and you presented all of yourself in front of him, he spit into your mouth. "Perfect. Keep it there like a good girl you are." 

Jeno started to pick up pace again, this time hitting your spot deliciously over and over, sending you to the cloud nine.

You agape as you moan, all while your mouth full of your and his spit, nonetheless making an effort to keep jeno's words but you're already drooling all over your chin.

"J-jen.."

"Shh, no need to say a thing baby girl, keep your pretty mouth shut."

Jeno suddenly lift you up and prop your back against the table. He's hovering over you, tapping your cheek, oblige you to open your mouth again, and spit another glob into yours.

"Now keep that warm and safe, you could do that, right angel?"

He asked and you only nodded in response. "That's it. Now let me make you feel good."

He spread your dangling legs by pushing on your thighs then dragging his hard and big cock along your slit, making a quite lubrication.

You're a whiny mess, never in your life you thought you'd have sex with lee jeno in a random room on their backstage, and he's pretty wild at the moment.

Before you can process a thing, he's already on his knee, eating you out slowly. You tug at his hair and hoist your hip up, but he's keeping you in place. He's taking his time, kitten licking at your opening with a slow pace, sucking softly at the clit, but it already making you tremble and wanting more. He's keeping the act for a while before the frustrations hit you.

"Jeno, hurry the fuck up."

He stop doing his ministrations, and as he pissed off, he suddenly lift you up again, your front pushed to the nearest wall.

"What did i just say to you? Shut your fucking mouth. Don't fucking speak. Why did you speak?"

He landed a couple of hard slap against your ass, making you yelp and shriek, "i-m sorry, please," your head drooped, your body trembling, but not from fear.

It's excitement.

Another slap on your ass. "Please what? Tell me, angel, what is it?

He kneaded your flesh and put his length between your ass cheek, nuzzling it sensually, and it made you bite your lip hard, can't take his teasing no more.

"Please," you almost sob. "Please, jeno, fuck me."

You beg, and he immediately bend you fully over again, both of his hands were on your hips as he fuck you into oblivion.

"Princess wanna get fucked. What she wants, she gets." 

He kissed his teeth before he rammed into you, hitting that sweet spot precisely over and over again it felt so good. Your hands and legs almost gave up, but he grabbed your hip in place. As you moan and scream for him, he keep chanting that he want you to come for him.

"Jeno, i'm fucking close- fuck," your hair is tangled, you're a drooling mess, your eyes rolled up. He fuck you so good it leave you dumb. Jeno's hips never once falter, he keep fucking into you rapidly as you whine non stop.

"Fuck, come all over me. Come on," he encouraged you.

"Coming!" You're a moaning mess, pussy can't help but tightened around him, making him curse under his breath. He continue to pistoning as he chasing his high, prolonged your own orgasm.

"Fuck, gonna cum," his thrust remain steady until it finally stopped, buried so deep inside you as he fill you up to the brim. Jeno finally pulled out, your hands and elbow propped against the wall as you arched your back while bending over, giving him a full sight of your ass and pussy overflowing with his cum. 

"Shit.." jeno cursed as he ran a hand through his fringe.

You felt your bodies emitting fog from the fever, glistening with sweat.

Just after that, you both heard a knock and someone's shouting.

"Are you guys done there? Jeno, get your loud ass out there right now, we're running out of time." 

You wouldn't miss whose voice it was.

It's fucking na jaemin. You felt embarrassment creep down your spine when you realized he found out, although nothing like the rest of the members doesn't know about the relationship you two have. But still, caught red handed fucking in the backstage with his band mate is a little bit..

"That's embarrassing.." you sigh while covering your face, making jeno chuckled as he patted your head.

"He'll get used to it." He smiled like a puppy, as he not merely fuck you senseless just now.

-

You said that it's embarrassing. But it seems like you're liking how unusual things did give you some thrilling sensations you can't explain. Since then, you've had sex with jeno in the void meeting room when everybody's leaving from work. It's giving you anxiety on what if someone's barge in, or the worst-you'd get kicked out from the company and never ever get the same job even at the different place again-but funnily, you can't resist the good feeling jeno made you and the realization that you were actually enjoying the shit, eventually not giving any fuck if someone know.

Another day of you and jeno spending time together in the same room, giving some different kind of affections to each other. And you're just too afraid to say something; to ask him: 'what are we?' Because you couldn't be more happy with what's happening between you two now. And tonight is a bit different because you feel your heart ache in the way he hold you as he won't let go.

"Jeno.." you arched your back when his tongue trailed from your abdomen up to your breasts while he attempted to unclasp your bra.

After freeing the flesh, he mumbled in awe, "beautiful."

He latched his tongue on your nipple, swirling it with purpose, to make you even wet just for him, and him only, just like the way he liked it.

"Fuck, it feels so good, don't stop," you pulled on his hair, a signal for him to keep going. 

"Yeah? You like that, pretty girl?" Jeno kneaded on your swell as he sucked again on your nipple.

"Louder. Moan louder for me." And that's what you did. Your fucked up sounds is a music to his ears, railing him up to the extent where he just wanted to sink in you. 

Jeno cupped your sex, your panties were damp in arousal. "Shit, look at you. So fucking wet." He slid his fingers up and down your panties before he slipped his fingers in. You whimpered when his cold digit met your folds. He only play with your opening and clit, but it already drive you crazy. You're practically drooling, he's collecting your essence on his fingers before he bring it up to his mouth, tasting your arousal. You huff and puff, look already fucked up before him when he barely did anything.

"So pretty. So fucked up. So needy for me."

All you did is fucking whine. Lee jeno is driving you insane.

"Please," you plead. "Jeno,"

"Hm? What is it princess?" He asked with a sweet mocking tone.

"Fingers. Want your fingers inside me." You sternly told him, but your gaze was infirm.

He chuckled then replied, "of course baby, you'll have it. But later. I have to taste you first. Will you let me?"

He asked for your permission and what on earth is stopping you from letting him eat you out? Of course you would never say no.

"Pleasee," your whiny voice made him smile from ear to ear in satisfaction.

"Love it when you beg."

Jeno get down to eye level with your pussy before dive in. Your hips wouldn't stop thrusting up to him and pulling his hair, his strong hands looping on your thighs. At this rate his face buried deep between you legs and tongue prod into your cunt, exploring your hole, lips trying so hard to swallow you up, open mouthed kiss at your pussy, sucking and lapping. He's eating you out like there's no tomorrow. 

"Fuck, i think i'm gonna cum."

Jeno chuckled, "already? So spoilt."

Jeno bring his fingers down and curled the digit expertly inside your pussy, you're wiggling like crazy when he reached that sweet spot that got your pussy tightening around him, then he sucked your clit hard, made you cum in instant at his doing.

You gradually came down from your high and stared at him in the eye, begging.

"Jeno, please, let me suck you off."

He feels like he's flying up the cloud seeing you prettily begged for him. Then he smiled, "can't say no to a pretty girl like you."

You bit your lip before you kneeled in front of him, taking a hand of his hard cock and kissed the tip. You hold onto his balls while you licked and sucked along his shaft until your tongue met with the tip, then sink into his cock, swallowing him whole. You bobbed your head up and down, sucking in intensity. He groaned and bring his hand through your hair, while he got his head thrown back against the headboard.

"You're doing so good baby, keep going."

He hissed painfully, his muscles clenched and his grab on your hair is getting tight. Your left hand massaging his balls, mouth sucking at the tip, the other hand stroking the rest of his shaft.

"Fuck, i'm not gonna last." He hold your head and thrust into your mouth, chasing his high. Your gagged sound heard all over the room, eyes pricked from tears. His groan went louder and that's when he came all over your mouth, and you swallowed all of his seed like a good girl, his good girl.

You lap all of his fluid, cleaning his cock clean, and lick your own lips.

"God you're pretty." His stare full with admiration, then he caged you between his arms, locked your lips with his in a passionate kiss. Tongue dancing with each other, nipping at one's lip. Both of you moan into the kiss, until he break it first.

Your back arched so high, hips pressed against his own, wanted more just than kissing him, but he pushed your belly down and leaned in.

"Need you now. Need to make love to you."

Once again, your heart sank at his confession. You're already tearing up as he pushed his big cock into you, soon picking up a steady pace to thrust between your wall, all while kissing you out. His kiss felt so soft and sweet, but also fragile at the same time. Your bodies met, no space in between. You hug him tightly, so afraid that he might just run away or disappear in the blink of an eye. He made you feel so good you're crying, can't even think or talk straight, your mind felt numb.

That night, you remembered vividly the last word he said before you passed out.

"I love you."

-

The rainy night made you feel all lazy. You wouldn't get up from bed if you just didn't feel the urge to go to the convenience store and fulfill your craving with some warm food. You're definitely starving.

You take out your umbrella because it's still raining, but as you nearly arrived, it's became a drizzle before it came to a stop.

You fold your umbrella as you walk closer, but before entering the place, you definitely saw jeno at the dark aisle between two buildings; making out with who the fuck you don't care, as if someone could've not just pass by and saw them two passionately changing spits.

You froze in your place, can't even walk any closer to where jeno was. You felt anger bubbling up to your chest and at the same time, you can't help your heart from breaking into pieces.

But as someone's controlling you, you suddenly stomped on your feet, making a way to them with balled fists, and you nearly scream when you call him out.

"Jeno."

The two broke the kiss after couple of seconds as if they're unbothered, both dripping from the drizzle. He turned at you, eyes dark and indicating that he wasn't even surprised to see you there. 

But then he opened his mouth, "how th-"

"What the fuck?" You cut him before he talk, spitting your anger out, voice all husky and spiteful, extremely vulnerable at the same time.

"Who the fuck is that?" Your eyes burned from restraining tears roll down your cheeks.

"What happened with the other days when we literally spent time together? Yesterday, you just- we just- fuck, i- i thought you just said that you lo-"

You can't help but blubbering, can't even say the last word you meant from spilling out. It's too much.

The girl he was making out with tried to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist.

You scoffed, speechless.

Did he just stop her?

Sickeningly, he just walked by you as he made a way out while dragging her with him.

You swear you just felt so fucking dumbfounded. He didn't even say a word since earlier.

When you can't hold your tears back again, you break out and scream his name out. 

"LEE JENO!"

He looked back from his shoulder, but he still put the same blank expression in front of you before he chuckled.

"Well. Looks like i've got nothing to explain since you already saw it."

Still standing with the balled fists, you can't even talk as you were trying so hard to figure things out. Why the fuck did he do this? Did this to you?

"I believe you're capable enough to think with your little brain, princess."

Suddenly, the rain started to pouring again, leaving you all soaked up gradually.

He's giving you the nastiest smile he have ever showed you as he made his getaway with the girl and said,

"Wake the fuck up. I have never loved you."

―

And that's when you wake up from your dreams.

As your eyes fluttered, you felt tears running from the corner of your eyes, making your sideburns damp uncomfortably.

This fucking whole thing is a dream. A dream that's so real.

No wonder that all of it was happening so fast; and absurd.

Now you can't even think of jeno the same way anymore if you see him at work. 

You checked your phone. Of course it's december. You laughed bitterly at yourself when you realized you trapped with jeno in your dreams when it's fucking summer. You swear you can even feel the heat. It just felt so true.

You get up on your elbows then cursed under your breath before muttered to yourself, "never thought you'd love and hurt me at the same time."

And it's not even in the real world.

Is it better because it's just a dream? Or is it not because the real thing is even more an awful truth you need to accept?

That's when you realized that the meaning of impossible is literally as it is. It's the time for you to understand that both of you is poles apart, that he is different.

You'll never ever get him, and you need to forget him; as he might already forget you.

[senseearly]

I tried drawing young mithrun but ended up with an attempt for a kbms lovechild so uh:

MYRTLE (84)

Half-elf/born in Melini

Assigned female at birth/non-binary

Grew in tallman pace until they suddenly stopped growing at 20 years old

Currently working for their uncle (Kerensil Trading Company) in Melini but wants to be an adventurer

Close with their parents as a child but developed a strained relationship with Mithrun and Mithrun's struggles with rying and finding desires (worsened when Kabru died but they're both all good now)

More stuff under the cut:

Myrtle was actually an 'accident' and Mithrun carried them for 4 years (someone shared a HC that elves have a gestation period of 4-5 years so I'm borrowing that lol)

Myrtle spent most of their childhood in the Golden Kingdom and was visited by his uncle (Mithrun's brother) and Milsilril (who they call Auntie but at one point called her 'Grandma'). They are more familiar with Tallman/Golden Kingdom and Utayan culture, but not acquainted with their elven roots (they actually find Western elves intimidating)

Kabru did his very best sharing what he remembers of his hometown; Mithrun had assimilated into the Golden Kingdom way of life at this point and found some (most) of his elven noble ways too cumbersome

Myrtle was a kind child who grew up doted and loved by his parents and relatives. And they love their family with the same ferocity. But growing up, Myrtle was quickly made aware that his father, Mithrun, was 'not normal' - in most days, he was okay; in others, he struggled to get out of bed. In rare days, Mithrun was completely catatonic, and seeing Mithrun unresponsive, staring at the distance, scared Myrtle so much that he became somewhat of a troublemaker child, so that Mithrun always has to act and respond and not have anytime to be lost in his thoughts.

At some point, Myrtle 'disliked' Mithrun for the way that he is, not understanding his situation at all. Myrtle thinks that Mithrun does not love them enough to be better, feels ashamed that they cannot do anything to help Mithrun be better. But Myrtle's feelings on Mithrun comes from a place of love and ignorance - love because they do genuinely love their Father; and ignorance because they were never told why Mithrun was like that (Myrtle heard of what the dungeons were, but Kabru nor Mithrun never bothered to tell of the demon, Mithrun being the dungeon lord, or the full extent of the destruction of Utaya)

Once Myrtle became aware of their parent's pasts, they understood them a lot better.

Also thinking that a point of friction that Myrtle had with his parents was their dream of becoming an adventurer and fighting monsters (which were still rampant, though weaker) and Kabru insisting that they choose any other dream but that. Myrtle in their teenage years found Kabru too strict, too protective, not that Mithrun wasn't. But Mithrun at least was willing to teach them how to fight; Kabru made it clear Myrtle was not allowed near even a walking mushroom. Learning that Kabru was from Utaya, and what exactly happened in Utaya, made Myrtle understand why.

Eventually though Kabru concedes, knowing that Myrtle is much more capable, and surrounded by their own friends and comrades who will support them. I think in the last years of his life, Kabru made sure to prepare everything that will help Myrtle in his adventuring journey if they chose to embark once he is gone - such as speaking with guilds all over the content, ensuring a diplomatic immunity for Myrtle when they're in ally countries, writing an annotated adventure guide just for them, etc.

They work as a Vice-Manager of the Kerensil Trading Company (Mithrun's brother's merchant empire), but that's just a gloried name for the position of intern. Mithrun technically manages the Kerensil Trading Company branch in Melini, and is being pestered by Mithrun's brother to take over the main branch so that Mithrun will move back to the West. Mithrun is unmoved so Mithrun's brother has plans to declare Myrtle as 'heir' of the Kerensil merchant empire, all for the purpose of having his brother and niece move to the West (Mithrun's brother does not see the point of Mithrun and Myrtle staying at the Golden Kingdom any longer after Kabru's death)

(The beauty mark next to Myrtle's right eye is something that they got from Kabru's mother)

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Not Just Bagels

summary: They were a barista. They didn't have the financial stability to be a sugar daddy. Yet were they going to throw that all away just because this one guy had a cute smile?

Yes.

[Fic on AO3]

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUS-"

They stifled a yawn.

"I don't see why I shou-"

Shuffling their feet, they eyed the wall clock.

"I'm your broth-"

Just seven more minutes.

"I don't see how that applie-"

They'd been on their feet for so long now.

"It does! Stop being stin-"

They craned their neck. Squinting their eyes, they try to make out any patterns on the ceiling.

"I wouldn't have to be stingy if you weren't being gree-"

That small discolouring on the left looks like a duck.

"I'm not being greedy! Ya just an assh-"

Eyes back on the clock. Just three more minutes.

"What did you call m-"

There was no one else in the shop. Except, well, them.

"I said what I said! An' I ain't takin' back shi-"

They tried to blow at a speck of dust that drifted too close.

"How dare y- ...After everything I've don-"

They sneezed.

"Ya always do this! Gettin' mad over the smal-"

They tried to stifle a yawn.

"I have the right to get mad when all you do is act ou-"

They looked back at the clock.

"It's not like you'd notice if I did anything el-"

Oh.

"You know that's not true Mamm-"

"It's closing time."

They looked over at their boss, who was towering over one of his brothers. In his perfectly ironed full black suit with its red accents, Lucifer looked more like the particularly ruthless CEO of a world dominating company rather than just a particularly sadistic coffee shop owner. His brother- Mammon? - with his rumpled clothes and partially unbuttoned shirt, instead looked like he had just rolled out of bed.

Lucifer cleared his throat. Standing back, he fixed his suit jacket and gave them an icy glare. He looked remarkably unlike a man who just seconds ago was ready to tackle one of his brothers at his shop's counter.

"Very well," Lucifer said after taking a quick look at the clock. "You can leave after closing up." And with a curt nod, he marched back to his office, without a backwards glance at Mammon, who still stood hunched, with his gaze firmly directed at the ground. His balled fists were trembling.

They went about closing up, making enough noise that Mammon would know they were busy and weren't actually staring at him from the corner of their eye. Which. They weren't.

Once they had finally finished up, they eyed the last remaining item in the display case before making a split second decision and bagging it up. They turned back to Mammon, who had yet to move. At least he had stopped trembling.

"So a bagel, huh?"

Mammon flinches, startling out of whatever daze he had fallen into and whipping his head up to meet their eyes.

"Wha'?"

"A bagel. All that for a bagel, isn't it a bit... much?"

"Wha! No! It ain't a bit 'much'! And who the hell are you anyway!"

"I work here," they say, shrugging carelessly as they tap at their nametag. To be fair, the only reason they knew his name, as opposed to his brothers, was solely due to the number of times they'd heard Lucifer scream it in nothing but unfiltered frustration.

"Yeah, well! That doesn't mean ya can just butt inta our family business," he says with a scowl before proceeding to tell them exactly what family business had led to this latest spat. "An' it's not just 'bout the bagel either! Which is a savoury bagel, just so ya know. It's Lucifer! He never respects me. Never considers anything I say. I'm the second oldest ya know, and he treats me like all I am's a scummy, no good, lying, dumb-"

He stops.

Blinking at them as if he just remembered they were there. With a muttered "Whatever," he turns away but it's not quick enough for them to miss the glazed sheen of built up tears in his eyes nor the subtle trembling that had returned to his hands.

Shit.

Feeling decidedly more uncomfortable, they place the bag on the counter and push it towards him.

"Here."

He looks at them, while using a hand to unsuccessfully hide a sniffle, and looks down at the bag.

"What's this?"

"A bagel. Sorry, a savoury bagel."

He looks at the empty display case and back at the bag and back up at them.

"Why..."

"Cause you wanted one."

"But I don't have money."

"You don't have to pay for it."

"Are ya crazy! Lucifer'll kill m-"

"It's on me. I'll pay for it."

"What. Why!?"

"Cause you wanted one."

They nudge the bag closer to him with a finger.

His hands finally close around it, crinkling the paper as he stares at them, utterly and purely bewildered.

Hasn't anyone ever-

His eyes widen in some kind of realisation and his face flushes a deep scarlet.

"Listen," he says, in a whisper, eyes darting to the door leading to the back. His shoulders do a little shimmy. He licks his lips. "I've, ah, I haven't got any money to pay ya back, 'kay? But, ugh, if ya want anything else..."

He swallows.

What exactly...

He lowers his eyes and looks at them through thick lashes.

What.

"If there's anything ya want me to do..."

What the fuck.

His teeth catch his trembling bottom lip.

WHAT THE FUCK.

"If there's anything ya want from me..."

"I'M NOT EXCHANGING SEXUAL FAVOURS FOR A FUCKING SAVOURY BAGEL!"

Mammon jerks back.

"What! That's not- what!? Then what do you want!"

"Nothing! It's just a bagel! You can just take it! I don't need anything!"

"WHY!"

"BECAUSE YOU WANT IT!"

"Oh."

It's a miracle their screaming hasn't dragged Lucifer out. He's probably listening to his music again, they think, as they eye Mammon's wide-eyed stare. He looks a bit lost. Like someone had pulled the rug right out from under him. Like someone had revealed some secret of the universe that he had not been privy to. Like someone had just told him he didn't need to give something back in return when he was given a simple treat.

"Oh," he says again, softly. Then it happens. His face flushes again when he smiles. A bright lopsided smile with dimples and too many sharp teeth. Even from across the counter, his eyes shine a deep blue with specks of pure gold and oh.

Oh no.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

They notice him after that.

Not that they didn't notice him before, he tended to be too loud and energetic to ignore. But now. Now they notice him.

They noticed his loud, obnoxious laugh.

His bright eyes.

The stupid sunglasses he usually wore indoors.

The way he'd trail after Lucifer like a yappy pup.

The way he prefered their savoury items to their sweet ones.

The way he'd whip his head away when they looked up and caught him staring at them.

In short, they thought their hard-ass boss's brother was cute.

In short, they were in trouble.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The first time he came to the counter after that day, they'd slid a bagged savoury bagel to him as he reached into his wallet.

"Forget it," they'd said, eyeing a spot over his left ear.

"Hmm?"

"It's on me."

"What?" He'd squawked, reminding them of a bird of some sort.

"It's on me."

"Oh?"

"Yup."

And he smiled. That same silly, bright smile and their stomach flipped.

It was a crow, they remembered.

You're in trouble, they remembered.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was a bit ridiculous, honestly. They were spending money just because the way a man smiled gave them butterflies.

They were a barista. They didn't have the financial stability to be a sugar daddy or whatever the fuck else this was.

Then Mammon smiled that smile again, and all thoughts of not wasting anymore money on savoury bagels immediately died off.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It's almost a month later that Mammon asks for a plate.

"It's closing time."

"I know," he says with a careless shrug. He makes grabby hands towards them, "Now give me my savoury bagel."

He has long since stopped pretending to reach for his wallet, and they hand over the said bagel with an overly fond roll of their eyes.

He sits himself at the counter and watches them go about cleaning up. He talks about his day and whines about his brothers and then asks them about theirs.

When they turn back around, he's watching them with something just as overly fond.

He doesn't rush to cover it up like is his usual. Instead, he hops off his stool and tilts his head towards the door.

"Headin' out? I can walk with ya?"

The smile on his face isn't the one they've paid good money and savoury bagels to see. Instead, it's something new and soft and delicate and just as beautiful.

Their breath catches.

They nod.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It becomes their new routine.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

"This is ridiculous."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know exactly what I'm talking about and you need to stop enabling him."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Lucifer calls out their name with a sharp snap, so similar to how he had spoken to them during their first few months here. But after nights of him complaining about the insane shenanigans one can only face when living with six younger brothers, over bottles of expensive wine, they'd come to see a softer side to him. Which is why the tone of his voice comes as an unpleasant shock.

"Yeah?" They ask, still aiming at innocence.

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning the -"

"With Mammon."

"...nothing?".

"Don't lie to me."

"It's just a bagel. It's, you know, our thing. You know friends have things. You'd know friends have things if you didn't have such a huge stick shoved up your-"

"It's not just a bagel".

" Well, no. It's a savoury bage-"

"And it's not just a friend thing. Is it?"

"I mean..."

"At least, it's not for Mammon."

"That's- what."

"Now I need to know, is it just a friend thing to you. Is it just a savoury bagel."

"I - "

"The truth."

"No."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I do have one thing to say."

"...okay."

"If you break my baby brother's heart I'll feed you to my dogs."

"If I break Mammon's heart I'll feed myself to your dogs."

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

"YO! Dummy! Where are ya?"

"In the back! Give me a sec."

"HURRY UP!"

"Fine, jeez! You're the one who's late, I already finished cleaning up," they're back in their casual clothes when they walk out.

Rounding the counter, they grab the bagged bagel, "Here, you'll have to eat it on the way. I need to close up."

"Ah, don't worry 'bout it. Lucifer said he'll close up."

"Lucifer said?"

"Yup," he says, popping the p and rocking back on his heels. He places the bag back on the counter, "Don't need this either."

His face is flushed, but his lips are pulled back in a proud little smile.

"Oh? Finally figured out cream bagels are where it's at?"

"Ha! Cream bagels ain't ever gonna be 'where it's at'."

"Yeah? Well, then what's wrong?"

"Well," his face turns a deeper shade of red, but that small smile never leaves his face. "See, I got a whole bunch of gigs lately."

"Right?"

"Meaning I got a whole bunch of cash right now..."

"Okay?"

"Meaning if I wanted to, ya know, take someone out to, say? A carnival that's just come into town. And then maybe, a dinner at a nice restaurant?"

"Yeah?"

"That'd be something that's...possible."

"Right. But who'd you take?"

"See, there's this real dumbass barista who's been blowing their paycheck on savoury bagels for the owner's brother for months now."

"Man, they sound like a real idiot."

"They are. So, ya know, it'd only be right if someone as kind and generous and amazing -"

"- and great as The Great Mammon?"

"Right! Took 'em out."

"On a date?"

"If ya wanna put it inta words, then sure?"

"Well," they say. Their face is flushed and their stomach is rolling and their heart is thudding a frantic beat against their chest. They lean forward and press a soft kiss to the corner of Mammon's mouth. "I'm sure this dumbass of yours will love that."

He reaches forward to hold their hands in his, giving them a squeeze, Mammon leans his forehead against theirs.

"Yeah?"

The brilliant goofy smile that stretches across his face is mirrored back in theirs.

"Yeah."

->

[First Posted: 4th August 2020]

[Fic on AO3]

[goldenpinof]

Gonna tinhat in your asks just because

I feel like it really WAS supposed to be a hiatus. They stepped away from the gaming channel and joint content bc Dan had a lot of projects he wanted to work on (the more serious content like big, the YouTube show, maybe even the solo tour) just to stretch his creative limbs and bc they needed to sort out the house/move, and uploading through all of that would be stressful. They were probably thinking 2-3 years tops. And then the world blew up and half of Dan's plans blew up with it

I feel like this return is GENUINE, like they've wanted to do it and just haven't been able to yet because Dan wasn't done with his stuff

i see that you have good points. it was very convenient to not have a gaming channel when they ended up living in a filming apartment with 0 space. but Dan constantly saying (through Phil sometimes) that he doesn't want to make that type of content anymore and doesn't want the gaming channel to return... it was very telling. only Phil was saying "maybe" because he was the only one actually wanting and needing it. that "maybe" was saved in case everything else went down. like a safety blanket that they always could pull out. which they did.

i understand Dan wanting a hiatus of sorts. he was burnt out. 2018 was a crazy year! it's just.. the vibes we started getting right after were very final. "Dan doesn't want it" was a final statement. and maybe he didn't want it because of other projects. he basically killed DanandPhil brand at some point, it was very apparent that he wanted to get out of that label. that he wanted a name outside a very successful duo they built throughout almost a decade. and it was fucking hard for him, you know. i understand that. the 1st project was ruined by youtube and covid. the company that he gave 10 years of his life let him down. it's a rough fucking start for a name building.

i'm simplifying a lot here, bear with me :))

i think the wad tour opened Dan's eyes a little bit. and i will take it as a win in the end of the day. it was starting very well and promising. the concept and 1st promo materials were well done. but then everything started wobbling and neither Dan nor his team was ready to deal with problems fast enough. and in contrary to how fuckups didn't really make a difference during ii NOW they made a difference. Dan couldn't make a name between 2019 and 2022, so he started going back and forth with his content. sometimes it wasn't clear who was the main target for videos, announcements and promos. i still don't know who initially was the target audience for his book. it can't be us! we know everything he wrote there. but marketing was so non-existent, it's scary how it could flop if he didn't have an audience based on DanandPhil™. his tour had somewhat of an audience also only because of the branding he was so determined to escape. although, there was a moment when he tried to advertise it for a wider audience, wasn't it? especially in the UK, where they had actual posters in the cities outside the venues. i remember having questions about why marketing shifted throughout the tour (while the script stayed the same! loser). i can't say that dystopia daily even had a target audience in mind rfbhfjekeeo

what i'm trying to say is, something changed in Dan's mind. there was a series of events that made him realise that coming back to dnpgames wasn't actually a bad idea. the European leg of his tour was the biggest mess i've ever seen. the fact that Dan explicitly threw shade on people he worked with only confirmed how bad things were. the search for a new management team, constant postponing of wad dvd, Phil's recycling content, and god knows what else – maybe it made him realise that a familiar content on a channel that everyone loves so much and will give views (and money) is what's best right now. new projects are always a risk. dnpgames isn't. and he still can work on something alongside. especially if he finally has new managers who will fight for his interests and property communicate with people they happened to work with. (allegedly. we don't know if he actually got new representatives).

if he actually had a 2-3 years plan (even 5 years plan, idc), the communicative language should have been different. but the only vibe i was getting from him right till yesterday was "i don't what to do what y'all are suggesting. period." and then he is talking about hope on twitter?! bro, as if it wasn't in your hands all this time 😭 i love him and i wish him all the best, and i'm rooting for his career more than for my own. but damn, does he not make it easy 😂

P.S. if turns out i'm wrong, forget i ever said anything. Thanos your memory out <3

[kiyoshimizu]

Starlight, Starbright Part 3

Humiliating. That's what these past few weeks had been. It had been difficult adjusting to his new surroundings with how terrible the strain on him had been from both being trapped for so long and what had been done to free him. And on top of that he had basically had to relearn how to move around. Walk wasn't the right term after all. That floating had infuriatingly stuck and he was forced to figure out how to move without getting stuck or going the wrong direction. Which led to a large amount of embarrassment and frustration.

He had taken to only moving when he needed to as a result and focusing his attention on learning as much as he could. The books had mostly been either old tales and histories or what looked to be star catalogues but there were a few things of interest. Namely some old methodology for all different sorts of applications of the dust, stardust he'd found out, that still fell from his messy hair. Not just for alchemy or how to use it for granting wishes either but practically everything. Stars were a… creative bunch. The most integral part however was the fact that it only worked a certain way depending on who was using it. So what he could do was different from what someone like Polaris or Virgo could. It was unique to each of them. Which explained why the one who had come down had only caused talking creatures and similar effects upon his kingdom… It… It made it all the more painful to know it had had such little it could actually do and wasn't as powerful as he'd imagined. Still something of concern but not to the level he'd assumed. Gods he was a fool…

"Maggy? Are you still here? Did you fall asleep again silly?" A sigh left him upon hearing that nickname and he looked over with some slight amusement as a certain little purple star floated up to him. She had taken to calling him that lately and while it wasn't the best nickname trying to get her to pronounce his name was much harder of a task. She was still young enough that doing so was difficult for her. He could endure for her sake.

"No, but I was doing some research. Did you get lost again? Or is there something else you needed?"

A smirk had worked its way onto his face as he spoke and there was a teasing tone to his words, unable to resist the chuckle that left him as she stuck her tongue out at him before doing the same. It was hard not to act that way around her with how curious and mischievous she was. There was a genuine affection she had for him too and while he still didn't understand it, he had come to appreciate her continued company. Even if he was still somewhat cautious about both her and her mother.

"Are you making something again? Why are you putting in leaves? Is it tea?"

Another laugh threatened to bubble out of him but he contained it this time and simply waved a hand around as he sarcastically answered at first. Even being stuck in that mirror hadn't stripped him of his flair for dramatics. It was far more amusing doing so with Virgo anyway. She may get a little mad at first but she always found it just as funny later on. Hearing her laugh was… heartwarming. He didn't know why but it…

"A special tea. One that will do more than taste good. If you like spitting fire that is. I'm kidding! Its a potion. Alchemy. Just a simple little healing tonic. Although… I doubt I could make anything more complex. You don't have many ingredients."

She had motioned as if to punch him like she had when they first met and he was quick to reassure her so as to prevent that repeating. Gods did she have a mean right hook for such a small child… He was more than willing to tell her what he was actually doing anyway. Her curiosity had been helpful in figuring some things out. She was so quick to state her opinions after all. Though he wouldn't be able to show her much. It was clear that Polaris or any other stars there hadn't used the place in a long time nor had they used the library much either.

It was concerning but… It wasn't as if he could do anything about it. Not with how he was still wrapping his head around everything. Catching sight of his glow or his disheveled appearance still caught him off guard. Not to mention getting any fresh materials was going to be difficult. He'd spotted a garden on his wanderings but it looked like there wasn't much there outside of crops and decoration. What was he supposed to do? He hadn't even mustered the nerve to try his magic yet.

Gods… He didn't know if he ever would. Every time he even thought of it all that followed was the fuzzy yet damning string of memories of that terrible day and standing there frozen as they flashed in front of him. He couldn't… He couldn't bear what might happen if he tried again. That thing wasn't there any longer but what if some part of it…? No… He shouldn't think like that… Sure he didn't know anything of what he could do now but…

"Maggy? Did you have a bad dream again? You're so quiet. Its okay. I won't let you get hurt."

A flinch went through him as Virgo pressed her tiny body against his chest and attempted to hug him. She had taken to doing that lately. It was honestly baffling how often and quick she was to show him affection. And yet… He couldn't help but calm under it. It was so warm and comforting. As if the weight had been lifted from him. As if he was free to breathe again. Gods… He was so broken wasn't he? Getting reassured by a child. That time in the mirror had wounded him so deeply… He should be better than this. He had been better with this.

"I'm sorry… I shouldn't be worrying you like that. I'll be fine. I just… I need a little time."

That only seemed to make her hug him more and a melodic sigh left him as he simply let her, his eyes glancing over the small amount of materials and equipment he'd managed to dig up. Outside of alchemy he didn't really have much else he could use. All of his astronomical studies and research into ancient tomes wasn't worth much when he couldn't apply the knowledge like he used to. Not when he could make another mistake… No… There had to be something he could do about this. If there weren't materials then he'd have to figure out how to find more. There had to be a way. He couldn't risk facing that thing inside the mirror again without some means of handling it.

Perhaps he could ask Polaris? She did know this place better than him. If there was a way of gathering what he needed then she would know the answer. He just had to go and ask her. If his body was willing to cooperate that is. He could already feel himself moving upwards as he moved the chair back to straighten up. Curses…

"You're going the wrong way again silly! Do you want some help?"

As badly as he didn't want to admit it he wasn't in a position to argue so he merely mumbled out that, yes, he did need help and let her gently tug him as he readjusted himself. Mastering that was going to be nothing short of painful wasn't it? He had admittedly gotten a little better but he needed more than that if he was going to be able to do anything. The books hadn't been helpful in that regard either though he had a sinking feeling it was like expecting instruction on how to walk.

Gods… Even if he could walk properly it would likely be hard on him. The first week had been a struggle after all with how weakened his legs still were. All that time sitting and standing in such a cramped place had taken its toll on them. Which meant lying down and getting back up took more effort than he was used to. Floating was not going to help that. Wait… Had… Had she stopped pulling on him? They had just reached the door so he could use the wall now but… Oh… "Virgo!? Wake up! Please! Oh Gods no…" She was simply floating there unconscious and he didn't hesitate to scoop her up and frantically check her over. What had happened?! She had been perfectly fine not minutes earlier. What had caused her to pass out like that? Was she sick? Could stars get sick? Oh Gods what should he do? What should… he… Dust… There was dust floating around her. Where had that come from?

He slowly reached out to try to pull some of it closer only to recoil as it suddenly shone brightly and formed together, watching with wide eyes as an image came into focus within it. Almost like it had become some sort of window. Like… That… That was him. Not just him but Virgo as well laying on what looked to be clouds together. What… This felt all too familiar. Was this her wish?

No… This… It couldn't be. Wishes didn't manifest like that. It had always been within an orb of some kind. He hadn't performed the spell to cause it to appear either. She had been put to sleep it looked from the way she had gripped onto his fingers and snuggled into his hands. But then… Was this… a dream? How was that even possible? In all of his studies he had never come across anything that could cause this effect. He couldn't ever see into the dream itself with spells or tonics. It had always just caused sleep. So then what was…?

"Mmm… Maggy… Don't… Don't go…"

He could feel his heart sink at that and the dream seemed to be reflecting that worry now. The sky had turned dark in it and he was gone. The sand around it had turned black as well. Was she having a nightmare? A nightmare that he would… He… He had to fix this. Wake her somehow. Maybe if he got rid of the sand? It had reacted before… It was worth a try at least. So with a deep breath he cautiously attempted to move it away. Only for it to glow brightly yet again as a warm fuzzy feeling shot up his arm and froze him in place.

It wasn't painful but the suddenness caught him off guard and left him floating there stunned. It was such a strong sensation. Yet a strangely familiar one as well. He couldn't place where he'd felt such overwhelming warmth but… Ah… It was fading. Had… Had he done something? And why did he feel so… relieved? As if… As if he'd just woken from a good night's sleep. Gods it felt so odd…

"Big brother…? What time is it?" Never in his life had he hugged someone that tightly to him before. Just the mere fact that he had come so close to possibly losing her… It… Gods… He couldn't let it happen again. Not when he'd lost so much already. Not when she was nothing but a mere child. He just… He couldn't bear-When had he started crying? Why were his tears glowing? Was this what a star's tears were?

He… He didn't know what to do. Everything he'd worked so hard for was gone. The chance he thought he'd had to build a place where no one would endure what he had was gone. His people hated him. Amaya hated him. He had nothing. Even if he destroyed or drove that thing away no one would be on his side. Why had he been such a fool? Why hadn't he found another way? Why…?

"Its okay. Its okay Maggy. I'm okay. Mommy said bad things happened to you… People did bad things. I won't let you get bullied anymore! I'll protect you. You'll be okay!"

Warmth. He could feel warmth spreading through his chest as the tiny star hugged him. How could she be so quick to defend him? Didn't she know what he'd done? Had Polaris not told her? She… She would hate him if she knew… And yet… How sincere she was being… It made him smile. She meant it. She meant what she said. It worried him that she would try to protect him but it was oddly reassuring as well. And refreshing. No one had been so blunt with him in so long. People had avoided speaking what they actually felt and had tried to please him with platitudes and false praise. She wasn't like that. If he went too far she didn't hesitate to correct him. Virgo was… special.

"Thank you… I… I'm sorry you had to see that. Are you alright? You were… You fell asleep. I didn't know what to…"

A shaky breath left him as he pulled himself from the thought and refocused. She was okay. He didn't know how she fell asleep like that but she hadn't been hurt from it. Focus on finding out where that dust had… come… His hair… His hair had that shade of dust coming from it didn't it? He'd been looking into uses for it hadn't he? In fact he could spot more falling from the corner of his eye right now. Had it…?

Was this… his power? The one that was exclusive to him? Why sleeping dust? What purpose did that serve? Yes he had seen into her dream and even affected it but… He… He didn't want to force that upon anyone. He had already seen where his magic could lead him. But then… Could he use it in other ways? It did feel different to what he had been using for years. It required no incantations, no hand signs, not even much focus at all. All it needed was for him to reach out and touch it. It was so… natural.

And it unnerved him. How easily he'd been able to use it despite only gaining it recently. All other magic required some level of understanding and practice. This… This was as easy as breathing. And it felt pleasant using it. It had spooked him earlier but it… It hadn't been anything painful. He could still feel the shot of energy he had been given from it. This was… It felt too much like what had happened before. He couldn't use it. He couldn't bear what could- "You think too much. Stop thinking so hard silly! I'll make sure the bad thoughts go away!"

The sight of a pouting little star filled his vision and he raised his hands as she looked ready to hit him again, calling for mercy as a small smile started to creep up his face at her antics. Gods she was so quick to violence… Part of that was likely that mischievous nature of hers but he was going to have to teach her not to jump that fast to it as an answer. It could cause her more trouble than she deserved. Ah… When had… When had he become so willing to care for her? Was it because she was a child? What was he doing? "Ah! Please have mercy! I'll stop! I just… I wasn't prepared for it! I didn't know I could do that… I'm… I'm sorry…"

A soft giggle was her reply and he startled as she patted his face. How was she so accepting of this? Had this… happened before? Come to think of it… He hadn't seen what hers was yet. Had she done similar things? Was this a common occurrence? Oh Gods… This was still so hard to wrap his head around. He'd gone years without being exposed to so much magic at once and without people who would be supportive of these things. Seeing her be so understanding was… odd.

"Its okay! I was bad at it too! Mommy had to keep putting everything back! I made her perfoom get stuck in the oven and she wasn't even mad!" Ah… Teleportation? It sounded that way at least. He could relate. Just getting things to appear and disappear had taken a lot of time and effort and he'd almost gotten Amaya's jewelry lost in the garden early on. Thank goodness he'd pulled it back before that happened… Though it did make him chuckle just the slightest bit imagining how that perfume bottle had to have looked in there.

"That would have been a terrible meal. Just think of all the food that would have to be served! All smelling like daises! A truly terrible fate! It-I'm kidding!"

A deep laugh left him as he saw the way she was looking at him and he put his hands in front of him to prevent her from hitting him, a mischievous gleam to his eyes as he pleaded not to be struck again. It was almost too easy to tease her like that. Though she always returned the favor in some way it was always very lighthearted. It… It wasn't often he was able to be this open with someone.

"Hmph… Meanie… At least let me teach you how to move better first… Then you can be with me more. I… I wanna help you. I don't like seeing you so sad. So let me teach you! About stuff!!"

What…? An expression of incredulity and concern crept onto his face upon hearing that and he raised an eyebrow as he questioned her. Was she serious? Teach him? What would she teach him? He'd looked into everything he could get his hands on so far so what could she provide? Although… Seeing her look at him like that… With such genuine worry and drive to help him… Oh Gods… Why was he considering it? Was he this easily moved?

"I don't follow. What exactly are you going to teach? How to float? What would you be getting out of this?"

She would pout at him at his words and zip around him, a small smile coming to his face again as he watched her. It truly didn't take much to rile her did it? It was honestly amusing seeing her get so worked up like that but also endearing. She never hid anything from him. She was completely honest with her intentions. It was… so relieving.

"Not just that silly! Mommy said you were reading a lot! About what we're like! So I wanna teach you! And you can teach me about stuff too! Like what a seasin is! Or why people run when its all rumbly out! Or-"

That… That wasn't unreasonable. From what she was saying she clearly hadn't been below the clouds, that star had been the first he'd encountered, so she knew nothing that happened below. Just as he didn't know anything of her world that he'd been taken into. It was a fair trade. How well she could teach him was still up for debate but it would be better to learn from a star itself instead of relying on just books. They weren't always completely accurate after all.

"Fine. I accept. On one condition! You have to listen and follow what I tell you. If I'm going to teach you, you have to be willing to listen if things go wrong. Please no violence either. Hitting things isn't always the answer. Just… Just promise you won't do anything dangerous."

He looked her straight in the eye as he spoke and held out his hand, Virgo going to shake it at first but pausing and nodding after a few minutes before continuing. How well she would keep that promise was unknown but at least now she knew not to do so. And hopefully he wouldn't be taking any further hits from her either. That last one had stung for longer than he'd liked…

"Okay! I promise to listen! And I won't hit you either! Maybe we can practice right now? You sound really hungry Maggy! We can go to the kitchen and I can help you!"

What did she mean by-Oh… A flash of embarrassment went across his face before he cleared his throat and agreed that something to eat sounded perfect. He had been in that side room for awhile… So long that he could still spot the last plate Polaris had brought him sitting on the desk. He'd have to include thanking her in his list of things to speak with her over. But for now just getting to the kitchen was more important so he focused his attention on the little star in front of him and let her help.

[arnoldwhisham]

𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙊𝙇𝘿 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙈 | 42 | 𝘾𝙀𝙊 | 𝙎𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙏𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙏

[ ! ] — it seems that [ arnold whisham ] has entered the scene ! he looks exactly like [ david gandy ]. this [ 42-year-old ] is the [ ceo ] of [ sportscast ]. it’s a small wonder since he is known for being [ charismatic & resourceful ] and [ manipulative & egoistical ]. he has been involved with the company for [ 2 ] years. [ MARTHA | SHE+HER | 25 | GMT+3 ]

001. 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉

NAME: arnold whisham AGE: 42 GENDER: cis man PRONOUNS: he/him ORIENTATION: heterosexual MARITAL STATUS: married OCCUPATION: the ceo of sportscast EDUCATION: mba from lbs

002. 𝘽𝙄𝙊𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙃𝙔

arnold was born a petulant child and he never changed. maturity only made him sneakier with his bad temper, snobbishness and selfishness. he learnt to play people so that he never needed to throw a temper tantrum: he got what he wanted from others with fair speech and colorful imagery. he still gets upset on a daily basis when things don't go precisely the way he wants them to. he, fortunately, knows how to keep his lips sealed. the whishams have had a beautiful townhouse in central london for good three hundred years and a country house on a fifty-acre plot in somerset. in other words: the whishams are the crème de la crème of london. their family has seen its fair share of politicians, business men, lawyers, doctors, and freeloaders. arnold has always had ambition. he has always wanted to be a bit better than everyone around him. he always knew he was either going to become a politician or a business man. he chose business the second it became clear to him that he couldn't give a shit about the problems of regular citizens nor the intricacies of law and legislation. at least in business, you didn't work in the public eye. studying economics and business administration at the london business school was less about studying and more about establishing connections. arnold had a way of ranking people based on their usefulness to him. sometimes the right surname earned you a good number of points and sometimes just being funny and entertaining earned you the same amount. after graduation, arnold worked for his uncle's firm: a medium-sized publishing company. the work didn't entertain arnold in the slightest. the publishing sector was uneventful and arnold wasn't an avid reader. he couldn't distinguish good poetry from bad poetry — both seemed pretentious to him. he had a hard time believing the editors and the publishers whose opinion he had to trust when they were making big decisions. he left the company the second something better came along. the better that came along was an entertainment company. he actually stayed with the company for half a decade, climbing the corporate ladder. it took him two more companies before he started working at the bulletin corporation. first at the broadcasting company and a few years later at the bulletin sports. he liked the bulletin sports as a company. it was well structured and he could see great opportunities. within four years he was made the cfo of the bulletin sports. the title was one he wore proudly. it gave him power and influence. he could make big decisions, his word would be heard, he was a person people came to ask for permissions. he enjoyed his work greatly. this was back in 2020. the bulletin sports also introduced him to his future wife, an added bonus ! he genuinely thought he was going to stay with the company and aim for the ceo spot. he knew if he just gave it a bit of time and rubbed the right elbows, the position would fall into his lap. but... he got impatient and greedy. when the top dogs of comoedia and sportscast began courting him and the ceo position at sportscast was dangled in front of him, absolutely nothing stopped him from accepting the offer. it wasn't a cheap decision to him though. not only did it paint him as a villain at the bulletin corporation, it cause marital problems, and he received a boss from hell ( bernard ). but hey ! at least arnold made a lot of money and gets to call himself the boss ! he's been the ceo for two years now !

003. 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎

004. 𝙀𝙎𝙏𝘼𝘽𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙀𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎

— CRETE WHISHAM: wife. — BERNARD ALDERIDGE: bane of arnold's existence.

005. 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎

— his most trusted companion ! — uni friends ! — uni gf ! — exes, serious or otherwise ! — enemies from tbc ! — pls mssg me 🥺

006. 𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙎

[hekate1308]

Fictober #1, That Was Good Work

Prompt: That was good work

Fandom: Inspector Morse

Morse, Robbie had heard that long before he met the man himself, was… difficult. Which was not the word his colleagues had used precisely, but still, it came close enough, and he felt that one should have respect for a superior officer, especially one who had his success rate, Even if he never seemed to have found a sergeant who worked well with him. But that, too, didn’t have to mean anything – some people just preferred working alone, and Morse certainly brought the results that they needed, so that no one had ever complained, apart from, if he remembered correctly, Superintendent Strange, but there were a few strange rumours going on about him and the lodge, too, so he thought their boss probably didn’t have a leg to stand on when it came to this.

Still  morse had a reputation, so when he had happened across him on a case, he hadn’t expected much. He’d probably have the whole thing solved in a day or two, and Robbie would be left to do the paperwork, which was usually the case anyway. He supposed it was something to have met the big man, anyway.

Apart from –

Well, it was something else to actually see him work. If it had not been for DCI Morse’s well-known… opinions eh would call them he would have assumed that the man should have been even above Superintendent Strange in rank at this point, but instead, here he was, solving one of the most complicated murders Robbie had ever seen like it was nothing.

Afterwards, they went their separate ways, naturally.

Until the next case where Morse needed a sergeant and Robbie was available. He thought so at the time, at least – later much alter he would learn that morse had actually requested him and that strange, utterly relieved that he would finally ask for someone by name, had immediately handed Robbie over like a parcel even though he would never have said it like that in front of either of them.

And so, here they were, with another case under their belt, doing the paperwork in Morse’s office, or perhaps, rather, Robbie doing most of it while Morse was busy listening to some classics LP or another, but that too, he had known before..

If he had ever imagined something like that, he would perhaps have thought that Morse would just go and not keep him company, so he supposed that was something, and he knew through the grapevine that hr controlled every piece of paperwork that passed his desk anyway even if he didn’t want anyone to know. 

When eh was done, he stood up and handed Morse the files, feeling ever so slightly down. He actually enjoyed working with him, much as yes, he could be a difficult, miserable sod, but that was neither here nor there anyway…

"That was good work" Morse then sad as if it was nothing.

It actually rendered him speechless for a second – had Morse just – he really had to mark this date in his calendar. This was undoubtedly the pinnacle of his career, unless he actually managed to do the bloody course and become an inspector, as Val aways said he would, but Robbie always figured she was a bit biased when it came to him and what he was capable of.

“I – I – “ he cleared his throat. “Thank you, sir.”

Morse looked at him and nodded, once, twice, seemingly thinking about something, then saying, “You’re without a governor at the moment, aren’t you?”

He shrugged. “There are only so many inspectors who need a bagman, and currently they all have one.” He always told himself not to be too disappointed when yet another one of his colleagues was picked. True, he usually prided himself on getting along with pretty much everyone, so why he of all people should not yet have been asked to be someone’s bagman, but anyway, that was neither here nor there, and –

“I could use someone. If you want to work with me, that is.”

He needed a moment or two to understand what Morse was saying, just because he would never have thought it possible. Yes, he had enjoyed working with him on that aces, notwithstanding the fact that a woman had lost her life, but still, this was DCI Morse, and he would never –

“Of course it’s not mandatory. There is no –“

“Yes, sir I would like that very much” he interrupted him before he could let that chance pass him by even though he still hadn’t quite grasped what was happening.

“Alright then”. He raised an eyebrow. “Time for a drink at the pub, le-wis.”

And even though it was just the beginning of him leaving way too large of a portion of his wages at public houses, he would never regret it.  

[kickingthehornetsnest]

KTHN - Common Mistakes 2

Number One. camera tapes? Surprisingly expensive, given how vintage they are. No one has that much memory on their phone. Do not give Apple your money to film this. It's not worth it. Besides, who the hell still has working handheld video cameras in 2024?? Point is, You don't need "proof" because you don't need to "prove" shit to anyone. There will always be those of us out here in the dark of night ready to hear your stories and support them. That's why I started this blog, reader, to hear your stories and to try to save who I can while I still can. Next, let's talk about the obvious, will just list them off fast in bullet points. If you need these explained, message me or ask away in the replies and I'll get straight on it. -Do not look the faceless guy in the face. It’s just… really bad for you. You will get sick or hurt. I’m sorry. It’s just common sense. -Do not invoke HIS name and ask for help. He's not going to help you, and he might have answers but the cost of those answers aren't worth the price Evan and his friends paid.That would be considered kicking the hornet’s nest, and it is not something you want to do. I did and I’m suffering for it.-While I have no evidence of any entities from other countries, do not assume you are safe and this is just an America problem. The Operator/The Administrator was a German based mythos before he was spotted anywhere else. Most entities, including but not limited to The Operator, can travel through interdimensional spacetime. An ocean will not stop them. -If you have questions about any of the known proxies, ask and I'll try to answer, the two I'm most familiar with are Kate, and Patrick (who I'm not convinced actually works for 'Stick-in-the-mud', seeming to co-exist tangentially alongside him, much like HABIT.) (Is it typed with all caps? Have we all agreed on this?) There are other lesser known individuals who work tangentially to The Operator but I'm not clear on the details. -Calling him by his name will not inherently doom you. The internet made him a joke for a reason. Stopping the spread by ignoring it rarely works, so all you can do is laugh about it. - on that note: Just avoid the entire east coast lol (obviously this is a joke. if you live in the east coast i'm sorry, it's too late for you lmao) -While he is commonly associated with biblical imagery, I believe this to convey his age and how long he's been recorded existing for, rather then actually being some form of 'god'. Then again, humans sure like slapping the word god on anything bigger then them that they don't understand sheerly because a being has power. -The knife was never recovered, nor was it ever successfully used, and as far as I know no one else has attempted to complete what HABIT and Vinnie started. -and finally, for now, do not just start telling everyone you know what you saw, unless you genuinely truly think they will: A) believe you, and B) be able to help. (i.e. through public spaces, and company, not that they can truly help you.) Now that that’s dealt with. I think the next order of business is to discuss symptoms! Be ready for that, because hoo boy, that’s gonna be a long one. I might have to start breaking these up into multiple parts just to post them. When did Tumblr start limiting post lengths?

[harlowtales]

Y/N goes on an interview at PHOCUS. She has no idea Jack Harlow will be interviewing her to be his assistant in the office.

You just got to Louisville and job hunting wasn’t going well. You had a lot of skills in office work and social media, but were not having any luck. You applied to some company with a weird name you weren’t sure how to pronounce called Phocus. It was for an energy drink company. You had landed an interview and it wasn’t really what you wanted but you needed something soon.

The first interview was by Zoom with one of the owners to weed out candidates. You were super nervous. Waiting for them to come on screen you kept having to stop yourself from tapping your leg. Your nerves were sky high.

“Miss y/n?”You heard a voice say. You sat up straight in your chair and turned your camera on. The person on the other end was visibly taken aback when they saw you. You instantly thought you weren’t going to make the cut. Something was not right with his reaction.

It didn’t register at first who it was on the other end of the screen as you were that nervous until it clicked. “Holy shit. Jack Harlow?” You liked his music but weren’t obsessed or anything. You had to be under a rock to not know who he was. Suddenly confusion was added to your anxiety.

“Why da fuck they send me a candidate I would be attracted too?” Jack thought slightly irritated. He didn’t know how much his body language said as you turned your camera on. You had taken it for a bad reaction when really he was struck by your looks. A fantasy of his for a long time, you looked like a secretary with your hair in a sensible bun, glasses, minimal makeup, and a white button up shirt. You thought you looked professional and smart. Jack thought you looked hot. Possibly too hot to work with. This position was for business. The person would be his right hand at Phocus offices and he didn’t want these types of distractions.

“Miss y/n, tell me where you’re from? Your resume says Wisconsin?” He asked in his most serious tone.

“Yes I just moved here a few months ago. I heard Louisville was growing and lots of jobs out here so I came to see what I could find.”

“Adventurous or irresponsible?” Jack decided he was going to be hard on you so you wouldn’t make the cut but he had to interview you.

“Excuse me?” You said unsure he had been so…direct/rude.

“I said, are you adventurous or irresponsible?” Jack restated so there was no misunderstanding. He leaned back in his chair waiting for you to stutter or unravel.

“Oh well, I would rather think of myself as adventurous, but neither an adventurous spirit nor an irresponsible inkling was a factor. It was a well thought out and planned decision. I have watched the job market in my top 3 cities to relocate too and it’s clear Kentucky has a booming economy with a 4.3% increase in its gross domestic state production over the last few fiscal periods.” You found this to be the best answer and were too nervous to be offended by what Jack was trying to do.

Jack was stunned. Not only did you not play into his hands, but you answered the question way beyond what he thought anyone would. “Fuck! She’s smart as fuck.” He thought in frustration “I’ll have to turn up the heat because she’s actually turning me on now.”

He tapped his pen looking at your resume thoughtfully. He couldn’t come across as too much of a jerk for fear of getting complaints on how he treated applicants. The media would love that story. “Very smart to keep your eye on the markets. We are booming in Louisville.” He answered a bit more cheerfully.

You smiled a little shyly and fixed a lock of hair back behind your ear. A small gesture that Jack unfortunately noticed making him more frustrated. After a few more questions he knew you were over qualified and had to pass you on to the next round of in-person interviews, but he did so reluctantly. Hopefully other candidates he had to see that day would be far less attractive and would have your same credentials. Until he noticed something very uncanny.

“It says here you did volunteer work in Rio? Teaching English to underprivileged kids in the villages? Is this true?” He couldn’t hide his disbelief and now he was actually a bit upset you were damn near his perfect match on paper.

“Yes sir. It was a wonderful opportunity for me to give back to the world. I think here in the United States we are so fortunate and we should do all we can to share our blessings.” You answered matter of factly not knowing what you just did to Jack. Internally he was screaming.

“Well I have to say you have moved on to our next round of in-person interviews with the team.” Jack said in not the nicest tone. You were a little thrown off the whole time. You weren’t sure he was totally satisfied, but were happy you passed the initial screening with such an influential part of the company.

“Thank you so much Mr. Harlow. I really appreciate the opportunity to come back and I really liked your last album by the way. I really felt a lot of what you were saying, especially the Rio thing which of course resonated with me. I’m not flattering because of this today. I really mean that, you are inspiring. I hope that isn’t unprofessional of me to say.”

This totally disarmed Jack. He felt very strongly about his last project. “Thank you.” He blushed “See you next week. Please be on time.” He said abruptly.

“I certainly will be on time thank you so much sir.” You said respectfully making Jack’s situation worse. One thing he loved was someone with manners.

As the week went on Phil noticed Jack was somewhere else. “Dude, you’re not even with me right now.” He said getting mad Jack was not responding when he was just making conversation as they hung out on Phil’s porch on a sweltering day after a game of pickup at a local court.

“Sorry…you’re right. I’m not here.” Jack apologized

“Well what’s up?” Phil asked concerned

“Just fucking weird…” Jack said trailing off

“EARTH TO JACKMAN!!!” Phil shouted cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his frustration with his friend.

“Sorry. I met this woman…” Jack started

“You meet hella hotties all the time.” Phil interrupted

“No, I interviewed her last week for Phocus.” Jack said

“So.” Phil said unaware of what the issue was

“So, she’s volunteered…in Rio.” Jack said wistfully “Like how fucked up is that?”

Phil was getting it now. “Oh shit.” He said flatly “And I guess she’s hot…and probably the best candidate but if you hire her you’ll always be tempted?”

“Bingo.” Jack said with a sigh

“Well, better for you to have a good assistant bro. You’ll forget all about her once your back on the road. Soon you’ll get used to her being around. Remember that little crush you had on Neelam at first?” Phil offered

“Yeah.” Jack laughed. He thought Neelam was so grownup and better than local girls but soon he got used to working with her and had no desire to be with her in that way. “Thanks bro, you’re right. I’m trippin.”

PART 2

“Miss y/n they’re ready for you.” A lady came out and directed you into the interview room. A panel was waiting for you that included Jack, the other owner, and a manager. You went in and smoothed out your snug fitting skirt as you sat down in front of them. You had on a nice floral silk blouse tucked into your skirt and heels, showing your curves as you couldn’t help it. Your usual bun would not cooperate that morning so your hair was down but sleekly smoothed out. Jack had to hide his reaction upon seeing you in person. He cleared his throat and fidgeted in his chair.

“Hello again Miss y/n.” Jack said cooly but politely

“Hello Mr. Harlow.” You answered plainly “Hello to you gentlemen as well.” You said graciously and smiled when addressing them. Jack got a bit of a cold shoulder as you felt he was intentionally harsh with you last time and couldn’t figure out why.

The other panelists didn’t pick up on the exchange of energy but Jack did. His eyebrow going up and feeling a bit heated. Maybe this was for the best as he knew you would probably be hired. After the interview you were asked to step outside.

“Miss y/n you can go back in.” The lady said leading you back into the room.

“Miss y/n we have deliberated and would like to offer you the position.” The manager said

“Oh! That’s great news!” You said happy to finally find something

“I have high expectations.” Jack added

“Of course sir.” You obliged

PART 3

“Ok y/n first thing’s first drop the Mr. Harlow. I’m Jack.” Jack said as he showed you around the offices

“Yes Jack.” You said dutifully

“And relax I don’t bite.” He said with a side grin and you smiled back letting out some air that was tight in your chest.

After your orientation he said “I’m not around much, so we’ll mostly work together by Zoom or the phone.”

“Understood.” You said sternly. It was getting late and your stomach made an embarrassing growl. You had been with Jack all day and were hungry and tired.

“Want to grab a bite?” Jack said laughing

“I’m so embarrassed” You said sweetly

Jack had to immediately dismiss his feelings creeping up. “C’mon it’s on me. Let’s get to know each other.” He said.

You stopped at Indy’s, one of Jack’s favourite local spots. He ordered only one meal. “You’re not eating?” You asked

“I don’t eat fast food.” Jack said a little sadly

“I don’t want to eat alone, so no worries just drop me to the bus if you don’t mind.”

“I already ordered and I want us to chat a bit.” Jack insisted

“But you’ll just be looking at me eat.” You protested

“Ok I’ll turn my back then” he said laughing in that charming way he had. “I’m used to it.” He assured you

Your food came and he delighted watching you enjoy it and getting to know you. He asked you all about Rio and how you liked Louisville and your background. You we’re starting to see why women loved him so much. He looked right at you and had the nicest warm gaze and smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, after that, I’m off again.” He said cheerfully as he dropped you home. “And I’m going to get you a company car. You’ll be running lots of errands.” He watched your ass subtly as you walked up to your door. You felt a little attraction but reflexively shoved it down deep and dismissed it. He was Jack Harlow after all, every other woman thought he was hot and you weren’t blind. Besides this was your new boss and you were seeing someone.

The next morning Jack looked irritated as you got into the office. There was a massive bouquet of roses on your desk. “Congratulations my girl.” Said the card. You smiled as you took in the aroma of one flower.

“We have a lot to do today.” He said roughly

“Yes sir…I mean Jack” you said instantly snapping out of appreciating your roses.

“Make sure you stay focused and tell your boyfriend to have things delivered to your home.” He warned

“Absolutely, I will.” You agreed

Your answer confirmed you had a boyfriend and Jack’s competitive nature rose up wether he liked it or not.

“Good, let’s get started.” He commanded

After work Jack saw you get into a guy’s car that was waiting out front for you. Why wouldn’t you have a man in a short time being in Louisville, if he was struggling to be around you, he imagined just seeing you out what he would say to get your attention. He liked the perfume you wore, the way you walked, and how confident and intelligent you were. He had already had a deep conversation with you much to his dismay because this made it harder for him, but now he couldn’t let you go because the team had decided on you.

PART 4

Some months went by and Jack hadn’t been in the office in awhile. You had brief calls with him between interviews, appearances, and shows. Emails flew at you all day, and running around getting everything done that Jack needed as a partner in the business. He made a point to have a virtual coffee chat with you once a month on Zoom just to connect. These were great chats where you got to know each other better. You were happy dating your guy, but Jack definitely had opinions he started making known about your man. You didn’t catch on as you had zero expectations of Jack Harlow liking you. It wasn’t until the office holiday party that you were made to know what was going on.

Jack glared from a corner as you and your man walked into the party at his penthouse holding hands. He pretended not to see you when he greeted all the other guests. Phil noticed and approached his friend “Not cool Jack. Real petty.” Phil said

“I don’t give a fuck.” Jack retorted “Guy’s a fucking clown. Look at his pants.” He said motioning over to you

“Bro. You’ve worn pants like that” Phil stated and walked away pissing Jack off even more. He was subtle with the way he delivered his criticism unlike the rest of the guys.

Jack couldn’t avoid you any longer and came over, not to greet you, but to grill your man.

“Y/n you look beautiful” Jack said giving you a polite peck on the cheek that your man Richard side eyed.

“Thank you Jack. You’re place is gorgeous, and the view!” You exclaimed. Your boyfriend reluctantly came to the party with you. He kept trying to tell you Jack was feeling you but you insisted he was delusional.

Jack didn’t hide taking you all in. You were wearing a slinky red cocktail dress with a slit in the leg. Your hair was curled and off to one side with a sparkling hair pin. You were exuding Hollywood glamour with a red lip that Jack had a sudden vision of deeply kissing, and you smelled incredible. “Is that a new perfume?” He complimented as he leaned in a bit closer to get a whiff.

“Yes, I bought it for her. Right babe?” Your man Richard said caressing your back. Jack had visions of smacking his hand away. “So fussy this one, but I know what my woman wants.” Richard said looking directly at Jack.

“Did you know she wants to go hiking all over Europe this summer?” Jack said intentionally as you told him your boyfriend didn’t know yet because he wouldn’t like it. “I’m all for it. I think that’s great!” Jack said overly enthusiastic.

“Yeah…sounds wonderful. Whatever my baby wants” Richard said through gritted teeth knowing what Jack was doing.

“Y/n let me show you the jacuzzi and the studio” Jack said taking you by the arm “Don’t mind if I steal her for a second do you?” Jack asked Richard as he was already walking away with you.

“No problem, we have to leave soon anyway.” Richard said knowing he couldn’t look like a chump in front of you.

“We do?” You said confused as Jack led you away.

PART 5

Jack gave you a tour of his place. You were in awe of all the details that went into everything from the artwork to the marble flooring. “See? You’re so inspiring Jack. Look what you’ve accomplished.” You said as he showed you to his studio in the basement. You hadn’t noticed he locked the door.

“Y/n...” Jack said knowing he didn’t have much time to let you know what he was going through the last few months and maybe even showing you.

“Before you say anything Jack, why did you tell Richard what I told you in confidence?” You asked slightly irritated. You clued in there was some type of pissing contest happening between them, but you didn’t know it was about you.

“Richard doesn’t deserve you.” Said Jack cutting to the chase as he knew Richard was going to come looking for you, but he had the guys running interference.

“What? Of course he does. He’s successful in his own right and a good person. He went on a mission in Africa you know.” You defended

“Of course he fucking did.” Jack said rolling his eyes “My foundation does a lot to help my own backyard.” He said defending himself and his charity work.

“I’ve never taken that away from you Jack. What is all this competition with Richard about? Did you guys know each other before? Some back in the day beef?” You giggled.

Jack took a chance and pulled you close planting a kiss on you. “That’s what it’s about.” He said as your lips slowly parted.

“Jack I…oh my god.” Your head was swimming as he backed you into a piano and it made a noise. He hoisted you on top of it and caressed your thigh exposed by the slit of your dress as he leaned in to kiss you more. You grabbed a handful of chestnut curls as he kissed down your neck and in between your chest wanting to devour you whole. He had held in his feelings since the beginning.

He was interrupted by a text from Sunni. Richard slipped away from them to go to the bathroom as they had him cornered talking sports and giving him his 3rd drink in 20mins trying to get him hammered and send him home…alone. For the most part it was working.

“Fuck!” Jack blurted out

“Oh my god, I shouldn’t be doing this with you!” You said trying clumsily to get off the piano.

“Relax.” Jack said easily holding you back with one hand. “Your man is on the prowl for you. The studio is off limits so he’ll be going around in circles anyway.”

Just then Copelan sent him a video clip of a tipsy Richard. “Yeah I’m just with her because she got that Phocus connection. I’m looking to do business, but Jack has it in for me. I know he likes her and why not share yuh know?”

You heard it all and looked stunned. “I’m sorry.” Jack said “I didn’t know he was using you to get to me. Jack called Copelan “Fuck him up and kick him out.” He ordered.

Upstairs Copelan, Phil, Sunni, Urban, and Twiggy surrounded Richard once he came back unable to find you. “That bitch!” He said “she’s probably fucking him right now!”

“What’d you say?” Sunni said “I didn’t quite hear you”

“I said that little slut is probably somewhere fucking… ……….” Sunni knocked Richard out before he could finish. The boys dragged him outside and tossed him out into the hallway. “My keys! Give me my keys and my phone!” Richard yelled. Security escorted him out of the building and put him in a waiting Uber.

“Y/n, are you ok?” Jack said cradling your face in his hand.

“No. I’m not ok Jack.” You said as tears started to come.

“Baby I’m so sorry.” Jack said comforting you, but you were angry.

“I’m nobody’s baby!” You yelled, you men are something else. Everything is a game to you!” You shouted hitting Jack’s chest. He let you let off steam.

“I was never using you.” Jack said seriously holding you back from continuing to hit him. “I’m in love with you.”

You stopped struggling and went limp in his arms. “What?” You said softly

“Y/n, I have been fighting my feelings for months because I’m your boss and you have a man…well had.” Jack said “and I’m not the easiest person to be with given my occupation.”

“I would never guess you would even like me” you said looking at him in wonder.

“Well I do. I knew your man was a chump but not this much of a chump.” Jack said consoling you. “I suppose we’ll have to pick up where we left off another time?”

“I knew what I was doing when I knew I had a man. Now….I don’t have one, but I still have a boss.” You said giving Jack a slight smile.

“Well then your fucking fired” Jack said as he got on top of you on the couch and felt his way up your dress pushing your panties aside and gently playing with your clit.

You moaned and adjusted under him to give him easier access. “You’re not the only one that’s been hiding feelings.” You breathed as you fumbled for the bulge in his pants.

“Well I know how you feel now.” Jack said as he brought his fingers up from between your thighs and under your dress glistening with your “feelings” on his finger tips, but suddenly he stopped. “Listen y/n I would love to take advantage of how angry you are at Richard right now, but let’s do this right some other time ok?”

“Whatever you say Jack.” Thinking it for the best as well and flattered he thought enough of you to want to have your first time the right way. “Jack am I still fired?” You asked

“Yes.” He said smiling and kissing you

“Good.” You giggled 🤭

[scottishsocialpolitics]

What does Keir Starmer stand for?

Does anyone know? I certainly don't. I doubt even his own wife knows. Even more worryingly, I'm not even sure he knows!

Here is a man who was named after Labour's founder and first parliamentary leader, the great Keir Hardie. To be named after such a pioneering man goes to show what kind of politics Starmer must have been brought up with. What belief his parents must have had for the rights and welfare of working class families to name their son after the man responsible for making working class politics mainstream. Perhaps these ideological views had been thrust upon him. Perhaps he believed that he believed in the rights of working class people and the importance of trade unions. But it’s becoming excruciatingly clear and apparent that he does not. Or is it?

Again who knows? He says one thing then does another. He is a man of so many contradictions that I'm not even sure when I look at him I see the figure of a man. What I see instead is the impressionist brushstrokes of a man. Who are any of us if not our views and opinions. It is what keeps us ticking. It's what makes us who we are. But again who the hell is Keir Starmer? He may be named after Keir Hardie but his recent political run is abhorrently different to that of the father of Labour. The reason Hardie became a member of the Scottish Labour party was because he had become disenfranchised by the Liberal party. He concluded that Liberals would not advocate for the interest of the working class nor would they instil the radical reform needed but wanted the workers' votes. Starmers recent course reversal into the right of Labour politics, the Blairite politics, the third way thinking of neoliberals is the exact reason the Labour party was founded! The neoLiberals guise of being for the people is a myth and always has been. The further right Starmer pulls the Labour party, the less they advocate for progressive change for the ordinary people of the country.

He’s a man who said he would not oust Jeremy Corbyn because ‘he’s a colleague, he’s a friend’ then he goes on LBC and says no he’s not a friend and he ‘hasn’t spoken to him for two and a half years.’ What one is it Keir? He said ‘we have to make the case for the benefits of migration, the benefits of free movement’ then he goes on the Sunday show and says ‘we don't want open borders.’ What one is it Keir? He was on the picket lines with the striking McDonalds workers. Then he tells his front bench not to cross the picket lines in the RMT rail strikes. What one is it Keir? There are countless more instances of these complete contradictions, not only contradictions of what he’s said but that of the very essence of what it means to be Labour. He was elected Labour leader on the basis of nationalizing the six major energy companies and the water network. Are you even surprised that he’s now said no, actually I'm not going to do that? So he’s elected leader on progressive left policies and then when he’s in power he gets everyone on the left of the party ousted from any semblance of power within the party and then goes on a media campaign of neoliberalism. 

Back in august Open Democracy ran a piece in which it entails the amount of ‘free’ tickets Starmer had accepted since being Labour leader. The monetary value of these tickets at that time was estimated to be in the region of £30,000 and the number is twenty eight. That’s more than all Labour leaders combined since records began in 1997! Jeremy Corbyn who was Labour leader for 5 years accepted one free ticket which was to Glastonbury. Where he spoke on stage to memorable chants of ‘ohhhhhhh Jeremey Corbyn.’ Ed Miliband accepted tickets to the Olympics and Paralympics in London. Gordon Brown accepted none. Even Tony Blair, Keir Starmer's Daddy who was prime minister from 1997 to 2007 accepted less gifts than Starmer has already! Blair would usually donate the monetary value of the tickets to a relevant charity. Starmer does not. He whores himself out to corporations in hopes of funding. With Corbyn as leader the membership of Labour soared as did its coffers. In the wake of Starmer attempting to eradicate any left leaning thoughts from the party the membership and coffers have significantly declined. So how does Starmer get money to pay for his upcoming election campaign ? He allows corporations to essentially and directly lobby him. He accepted a gift of a free meal worth £380 from Google in January. Seems quite innocuous right? Well by June he dropped the policy of a digital tax on big corps like Google which was estimated to bring in three billion pounds worth of tax revenue.

There’s a consensus that you cannot be elected in this country unless you are endorsed by the most powerful politician there has ever been in the Uk. The end game boss. That’s right, Mr I own basically all of the news press Rupert Murdoch. The notoriously right wing media mogul. Well I don't think you’re going to be surprised that Declassified UK reported that Starmer has accepted more hospitality from Rupert Murdoch owned newspapers than the rest of the British press combined. 

So back to the question: what does Keir Starmer stand for? I honestly have no idea. I think he’s a political chameleon. He’s inherently dishonest. He will say whatever he needs to gain power. There’s a hope that his flip flopping will work back in the favour of the left of the party once he inevitably gets elected. I’m not so hopeful. I think we have to take him at what he’s showing. He is not progressive. He is essentially an imitation of his Daddy Tony Blair. Although he’s never going to be his Dads favourite son. That is firmly French president and centrist Emmanuel Macron.

JCF.

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