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tropes-and-tales · 1 year ago

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Good Girl

Day 2: Dry humping (Bob Floyd x F!Reader)

(For the 2023 Kinktober event that I created on my own because I am boring and basic and am trying to keep it simple this year...found here!)

CW: Idiots in love; praise kink; smut (dry humping; outercourse; whatever the youths call it now - clothed grinding and such); 18+ only.

Word Count: 2996

AN: This is loosely related to the very loosely-formed Seresin cousin mini-series, found here. It was requested for Kinktober by @justreblogginfics!)

You and Bob continue your little dance for months.

You know the man likes you. Every time you fly into town to visit your cousin Jake, Bob is always nearby, staring at you on the sly like a lovesick puppy. He’s always just at the edge of the group gatherings—nights at the Hard Deck, parties at Nat’s house, afternoons at the beach—and you always feel those big blue eyes tracking your movements.

Everyone else notices it. Harvard and Yale corner you at the Hard Deck, ask if you’ve noticed that you have an admirer. Nat pulls you aside at her barbeque and obliquely gives you a rundown of Bob’s numerous good traits. Only Jake holds his tongue, but you catch him narrowing his eyes at the WSO enough that you realize even your cousin—your cousin with his penchant for being self-centered, the handsome narcissist with the blinding smile—has noticed Bob’s crush too.

Bob never makes a move.

Nights at the Hard Deck when you blatantly lament being single. The party at Bob’s house where you stayed behind to help him clean up. The little touches you chance: brushing your hand against his, a light hand on his shoulder, friendly hugs…they are an invitation, but he doesn’t pick up on it.

It’s Rooster who clues you in. The man takes your hand one night at the bar and tugs you outside where the ocean crashes along the shore in the darkness. In the dim light, you can just make out the man as he peers down at you.

“I know what you’re doing,” he says. “But you’re going about it all wrong.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

You catch the white of his eyes as he rolls them. “C’mon. It’s obvious you like Bob, but you gotta make the move if you’re interested. You gotta be blatant with him. He won’t get it otherwise.”

“Why not?” Your stomach twists unpleasantly; you wonder if perhaps you’ve misread the situation. Maybe Bob has a crush, but maybe it’s just a crush, and maybe there’s someone else he loves and this is just a passing bit of madness—

“Guy’s a brilliant wizzo, but he’s clueless with women.”

Now you roll your eyes at Rooster, and he chuckles at the gesture.

“I’m serious!” he continues, and he holds his hands up, helpless. “I think he misread a situation once with a girl when he was younger, and I think it scared him off of making the first move.”

“That’s a terrible excuse. I got food poisoning from bad tacos once but I still eat tacos.”

Rooster chuckles again. “Yeah, but you women can be devastating when you reject us. I think poor Baby on Board was crushed before and now he’s just a pining little asshole, staring at you from across the bar.”

You shrug helplessly and glance back into the Hard Deck: you can see Bob in profile, and you get the impression that he’s just turned away, that he didn’t want to get caught watching you. Watching you and Rooster together, chatting outside, laughing outside. You feel a wave of sympathy for what Bob must be thinking—that you’re flirting with Rooster, that maybe Bob has missed his chance.

You turn back to the pilot. You square your shoulders. “Okay, I hear you. I’ll be the brave one.” A beat as anxiety blooms in your chest, makes your ribcage feel a fraction tighter, makes it just a bit harder to draw a full breath. “And you’re sure he likes me? You aren’t misreading this somehow? I don’t want to look like an idiot, Bradshaw.”

He laughs outright, and he hooks an arm around your neck to pull you into a friendly hug.

“Ah, kid, he loves you. You make the first move, he’ll probably go ring shopping next weekend,” he says, and he lays a smacking kiss on the side of your head before releasing you, shoving you gently back towards the bar.

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You may be confident, but that confidence doesn’t always extend into your romantic life. Still, you decide to be brave.

You make the first move.

When you go back into the Hard Deck, you notice that Bob seems quieter than usual, and you guess that he saw the hug, the friendly kiss between you and Rooster. You guess that he is drawing incorrect conclusions about what he thinks he saw, and you hate to think of him suffering needlessly.

You sidle up to him, and you feel another wave of tenderness towards the man when he turns to look at you—still with that soft smile on his face, a glimmer of hope in his eyes despite what he must be thinking.

“It’s too noisy in here,” you say close to his ear. “I was going to take a walk on the beach. Do you want to join me?”

The hope in his eyes turns blatant. “Really?”

“Yeah. You wanna go? C’mon.” You don’t give him a chance to stammer his way out of it; you thread your arm through his and tug him towards the door, and he follows you without any resistance.

You catch Rooster’s eye, then Nat’s as you leave. The former tips you a knowing wink. The latter gives you a nod, and she lifts her glass in a salute.

You don’t release him until you’re at the water’s edge, and you bend down to untie your sneakers and peel out of your socks. He hesitates a beat then joins you, and he rolls up the pants to his uniform so that his shins are bare.

The two of you walk along the shore in silence for a bit. It’s one of the things you like best about Bob—how he lacks the braggadocio to always talk, to always fill up every bit of silence with the sound of his own voice. You know he’s perhaps more shy than the average person, but he doesn’t seem undone by it. He seems comfortable just to be himself: quieter than most, willing to sit back and watch.

Case in point: you hold your shoes and socks in one hand, and you take his hand with your free one. Maybe he’s nervous, but his palm is warm and dry, not sweaty or twitchy. If he’s nervous, it’s not obvious.

And he breaks the silence, after a while.

“Growing up in the Midwest, I never even saw the ocean until I enlisted,” he says.

“Same,” you reply. “I mean, growing up in Texas, we went to Galveston a few times, but that was technically the Gulf, not the ocean.”

“You like it?”

You feel the water lapping around your ankles, the give of the sand underneath your soles. “I do,” you admit. “There’s something really peaceful about it, and I love poking around at low tide and looking for sea glass.”

He glances at you, and you can hear the teasing in his voice when he replies, “I’m gonna tell Hangman that his cousin only visits him because he’s stationed along the coast.”

The words slip out of your mouth before you even realize you’re saying them. “Maybe I only visit Jake because I like one of his coworkers.”

The light-hearted feeling of the moment deflates; Bob goes silent. He takes a beat to reply, and when he does, his voice sounds strained.

“Bradley.” It comes out curt, two quick syllables. A statement, not a question.

You shake your head, let out a grumble of disagreement. Up ahead, you can see the outline of a lifeguard station, painted white and rising ghostly out of the night. You want to sit with him and finally talk with him, so you tug his hand and lead him there. The two of you sit on the steps, side by side, hips touching and facing the ocean.

“Not Bradley,” you tell him as you pick up the thread of the conversation.

“I saw you tonight—”

You shake your head again, cut him off. “He wanted to talk to me,” you tell Bob. “About you.”

You feel him go rigid beside you, and he huffs out a frustrated breath. If there was more light, you’d see the furious blush that breaks out across his face, but it’s dark enough that you can only guess at his embarrassment.

And now that you’ve opened the Pandora’s box, you can hardly take it back, so you plunge forward. Usually confident, you’re glad for the darkness too—you hope it hides your shaky hands, your inability to turn and meet his eyeline.

“I think you’re great, Bobby. Honestly. I thought you were handsome the moment I met you, but then I got to know you, and you’re quiet but you’re funny and sweet, and I was giving all these signs that I was into you, but nothing…I mean, I like you a lot and it’s just…” You trail off, lose your words like an idiot. You hadn’t enough time to rehearse this in your head; you just grabbed him at the Hard Deck and dragged him out here, and now you’re fumbling it completely. You drop your head and swipe your sweaty palms along the sides of your shorts, and you take a deep breath—

You hear his soft “hey,” and then a split second later you feel his warm hand on your face, tilting your head up and turning you to face him, but nothing on earth could prepare you for the way Bob Floyd kisses: gentle but firm, only a bit hesitant. His lips are soft, and he breathes out a quiet groan when you reach up and lay your own hand along the side of his neck.

Your thoughts go fuzzy. Your concentration—all the words you were fumbling to say—is shot, but when you try to break the kiss to finish what you were saying, Bob shakes his head faintly and mumbles against you lips.

“I know,” he says, and you can hear his accent breaking through. “I know, honey. Me too.”

Then he kisses you again, firmer this time, and a moment later, when he runs the tip of his tongue along the seam of your mouth, you open yourself to him, allow him to taste you. You taste him too, and Bob Floyd tastes like the grenadine-laced Coke he nurses each night at the Hard Deck, never much of a drinker even on the rowdiest night.

If nothing could prepare you for the way he kisses, then certainly nothing could prepare you for how sweetly dominant he is, how perfectly he walks the line between gentlemanly and not. Your clumsy confession must have given him the wherewithal to take charge, and you’re surprised when he puts a hand on your waist and gently urges you to turn towards him…then how he just as gently urges you to climb onto his lap.

It doesn’t take much urging, you find. You’ve been ravenous for months for this exact moment, and you had thought it’d never come. You break away long enough to study his face—this close, and with the faint light of the half-moon in the sky above you, you can see his wide blue eyes, his parted lips as he gazes back at you. You don’t see any hesitancy in his expression at all, but then he breathes out, “please, honey” and he squeezes your waist, so you clamber onto him with no grace whatsoever, but neither of you care because the moment you’re settled on him, you bend your head to kiss him again.

As it turns out, maybe Bob was just as ravenous for this moment too. He puts his other hand on your waist too, draws you closer to him, and you can feel the nudge and brush of his growing erection against your inner thigh. He makes a strangled, pained sort of groan in the back of his throat the first time you touch him there, and his hands spasm on your waist, grip you tighter before he schools himself and apologizes.

You break the kiss, slow the moment down. You cup his face between your palms and hold him steady, tilt his face up towards yours.

“Bobby, why didn’t you ever say anything?” you whisper.

He shakes his head against your hold and offers you a rueful grin. “Didn’t think you were interested.”

You snort and press a light kiss to his forehead, then another few to his cheeks, the tip of his nose. You can feel how flushed he is under your lips.

“You think I just randomly hang back at parties to help the host clean up?” you tease. You shift your head, whisper the words in his ear, and you note how he squirms under you. He’s growing harder, even at your playful kisses.

“Just thought…ah, just thought y-you were bein’ nice.” His accent comes out stronger, and his hands squeeze you tighter again before he loosens his grip. “You’re always so…so nice to everyone.”

“I’m nicest to you,” you point out. You kiss a trail along the line of his neck, and he tilts his head to grant you the space. At his pulse point, you can feel his heartbeat thundering away there, so you bare your teeth and nip him—not enough to hurt or even sting, but he groans out “shit, honey” and wraps a strong arm around your waist, hauls you right up against where he’s straining against his uniform for you. His other hand finds the back of your neck, and he draws you to him, kisses you breathless as he guides you against him, sets a steady, rocking motion against him.

It's too much: the way his clothed erection hits you just right, how he pushes you back and forth, over and over, until you are so wet that you’re certain you’ve soaked through your panties and your shorts. Everything feels sensitive, swollen, but he keeps guiding you, lifts his own hips in time to the rhythm he sets. It’s too much but it’s not nearly enough, and you wish you’d known how this entire evening was going to unravel because you would have just taken him home instead—

“This good?” he asks. His face is tucked against your neck; you’re a fraction higher than him, perched in his lap, and he works his mouth almost lazily against your neck, your throat, the underside of your jaw. He has one arm around your waist, holding you tight to him, but his other hand settles against your ass, kneads you there, digs his fingertips into the fat of your ass like he wants to own you.

You start to make a joke about being surprised to find he’s an ass man, but then he dips his head, works an open-mouthed kiss right where the swell of your breasts begin. You whine at the sensation and thread your fingers through his hair. You hold him there, and the desire coursing through you—the sharp ache between your thighs, the prickly-hot flush across your skin—makes you feel fuzzy, light-headed. You remember he asked you a question, so you answer him, nod hard and mumble yes, he’s making you feel good, he’s making you feel amazing, but what about him?

“Don’t worry about me.” He nips at your collarbone, runs his tongue along the line of it, dips his tongue into the divot at the base of your throat. “Wanna make you come, honey.”

Hearing those words come from his mouth makes your desire rachet up higher, hotter. You grip his hair harder, whine out his name, but then he adds, “you gonna be my good girl and come for me?”

There’s no way he could have known of your praise kink, so it’s just a lucky guess, but the unexpected phrase—my good girl…fuck if it doesn’t make you cock-drunk and stupid. No other guy really ever cracked the code of that kink for you. A few had made half-hearted attempts when you mentioned it, but Bob Floyd stumbles over it immediately, and your mind goes blissfully blank: yes, you want to be his good girl. Yes, you want to come for him. Whatever he wants. Anything he wants. Everything he wants.

You let go of your hold on his hair, and you cup his face again, tilt his head up so you can kiss him. “Yes,” you whisper just before you slot your mouth over his, push your tongue against his, kiss him so deeply that you’re sharing the same breath, mapping the inside of his mouth with your tongue, memorizing every bit of him you can. Yes, yes. Yes to all of it.

Mind blank, your pleasure overtakes you: you feel the heat and friction from where he sets you grinding against him, you feel the bulge of his cock hitting you perfectly, and every bit of him—his subtle cologne, the soft feel of his hair, the quiet little groans he makes, the flex of his muscles as he holds you—pushes you close to the edge. You teeter there, you ride him faster, the seam of your shorts pressing deliciously against your swollen clit, but it’s his words that push you over. His quietly domineering orders.

“Come for me,” he whispers, and it’s a harsh, punched-out sound that makes your stomach swoop when you hear it. “My good, sweet girl. Come for me.”

Your orgasm breaks around you like a wave, and Bob releases his hold on your ass to draw you closer to him, let you ride it out as you shudder against him. Both arms wrapped around your waist as pleasure sparks outward from your core, travels up your spine and courses through your limbs until your head is swimming and he’s tucking you against him.

“That’s it,” he whispers into your hair. “Good girl. So fucking good for me.”

And all you can respond with is yes, yes. Only for you, Bobby.

#bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd imagine #robert floyd #robert floyd imagine #robert floyd x reader #top gun maverick #tropes and tales #kinktober 2023

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gleefullypolin · 5 months ago

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Another of my musings, shall we? Indulge me...

Today, let’s talk about why Cressida was never set up as a redemption story in Season 3, but simply as a lesson for our three main character leads…

I’ve seen a lot of discourse around the treatment of Cressida in Season 3, and I find it kinda funny because Cress has always been a side character and never a main plot point and it was very evident this season that it was still very much the case. In Season 3, she was what is known as a plot device. The point of a plot device is to jettison the main characters forward.

So, let’s look at how they used her to do that this season.

Eloise Bridgerton:

Cressida was a huge plot device in moving Eloise’s story along in a heavy way this season. El has been very close to being stuck in quicksand for a while now. What do we know about her character between S1 to now?

She doesn’t want to get married.

She believes that women are held back but is questioning her place in society and what to do about that.

She’s angry at Pen and feels betrayed by friendship currently.

So, when we last left her, her closest relationship ended because Penelope was Lady Whistledown, she realized she knew nothing about the one person she thought she was closest with, her belief that her say in the world as a woman was rocked, and the one connection with a man she ever had, Theo, dissolved before her.

She goes off to the country and meets up with Cressida, the one person who hates the person she also dislikes the most currently, who befriends her and thus we start the new season.

But in the story, Cress is now there to show Eloise a different side of the Ton. Eloise has always had a not so small issue…her mouth. It NEVER stops. She literally never shuts up. Pen was the type where she let her go on and on and on, and never stepped in to stop her. But Cress is like... Ok shut up, stop talking now and listen because bad shit is happening to me and I need you to hear about it.

And El finally saw that life outside the Bridgerton drawing room, was shit. Not every Mama will protect you from marriage you don’t want, not every word said at a ball stays between friends, and not every friend is welcomed by your family. El had to grow up this year. She had to learn that her family protected her from things others were subjected to.

El whispered in the ballroom about her brother helping Pen find a husband and that rumor spread like wildflower and El was quick to blame that on Cressida, only to find out that it was her own mouth that spread the rumor because she didn’t think, she just spoke loudly in the ballroom with no thought of consequence for her actions. And it was Cressida who had to point it out to her, Plot point made.

Cressida was desperate to escape a life her father was forcing her into. El could have easily been forced into marriage to a man thrice her age, but she was not. But she was still El. And El was caught up in her own worries with Pen/Colin suddenly announcing their engagement and she didn’t listen to Cressida’s concerns. She didn’t see the desperation until it was too late, and Cress stood up and claimed she was Lady Whistledown.

It was only once Cressida, with no other alternatives left on her plate, and no loving parent to guide her, chose a path that led her to take actions against Pen/Colin by writing against the Bridgertons and blackmailing them that Eloise truly was forced to face herself and forgive Penelope and see the difference in how Pen wrote versus how someone with no remorse or responsibility held the quill. Plot point made.

But she then sees the difference in how Pen stands up and takes responsibility for her actions, faces consequences, holds her own as a woman of the ton and gives her back a bit of understanding that a woman can have a voice in the world. Now we see El facing that she has much to learn and going off into the world with excitement to find it.

Penelope Bridgerton:

Cress has always propelled Pen forward as a plot device, the evil queen who tortures the princess as the knight in shining armor comes to her rescue.

Case in point, Season 1, spills her drink, Colin to the rescue, I’m afraid I’m to escort Miss Featherington to the floor. Season 2, she tries to take Eloise from her, for her to be rebuffed, then she dances with Colin happily for him to only use her as a ruse to once again save Pen from Jack Featherington’s ruby scheme. And then Season 3, she does take Eloise from her, stands on her dress for Colin to chase after her, then tries to defeat her in her pursuit for Debling as a suitor.

All of these plot devices move Pen’s story forward. They have a purpose of either knocking her down a peg or by having a man dive in to rescue her thus making her feel important. This season ramped it up a notch as Cressida came after her true worth. Lady Whistledown. Sure, going after Debling was part of it, but one could argue that Debling was a red herring. Pen never truly cared about him. But Lady Whistledown was her true value.

Having Cressida take her prize, was the true crux of the plot device for Pen this season. Cressida stole her glory by claiming to be the one thing that Penelope truly felt she was worthy of. The power of Whisteldown. And once that was taken from Cressida by her proving to the Queen that Cressida was a fraud, once Pen felt she had beat her, Cressida struck the final blow in their showdown by trying to take away her worth and ruin her in the eyes of her family.

Having Cressida out her to her mother and then strike the blow to her new husband by demanding they pay her with blackmail and humiliation to destroy any hope of love and happiness that Pen had found was the final act of villainy in their story.

This was the part that Pen needed to propel her to take a stand, to allow her what she needed to say ENOUGH is ENOUGH and that she would not let this person take everything she loved away from her. She would not let Cressida deal the final blow in her life, her marriage, her family, her purpose. And it would not control her. And thus, she made her final move.

Colin Bridgerton:

Colin had a huge turning point with Cressida, and I did not see it coming. I will be honest when the scene came, I was like why the fuck are they wasting this scene between these two and he’s not having this conversation with this wife. But the more I sat on it the more it made sense because Colin couldn’t have this conversation with Pen. Because he was so hurt and so angry with Pen, he didn’t want to lash out and say mean things to her, but with Cressida, he didn’t care what he said to her. It was easier to say thing to someone he had no feelings for.

And thus, the blackmail conversation happened. Or Cressida/Colin’s Therapy hour was born. Because that plot point was exactly what happened. It was a way for us to hear Colin’s inner thoughts. In a book, it’s easy to know what the main character is feeling, because you read it. But in the show, you don’t get that intimate knowledge. Here we got to know what Colin was feeling.

He shared with Cressida that he left town wanting to hear from Pen, and when he didn’t, he withdrew from himself. He started to take away feeling, to hold back things he needed from others. He become Pod Colin! And then he talked to her about how Pen was treated by the Ton and by extension (CRESSIDA) He talked about loneliness and how that makes a person feel and for fucks sake he bared his soul.

And then he talked about how people pay this damned woman Whistledown to read what she has to say and boy if Cressida didn’t take 3 seconds to call him out for his whining and jealousy of his wife. Because that is what it was, and he recoiled as if she bit him. And thus, jealous Colin reared his ugly head. Plot point made.

And then Cressida, just like she had shown his sister, showed Colin, that outside the Bridgerton drawing room, life sucks. Cressida was able to hit him where things hurt, because she doesn’t care about Colin, she’s not Pen looking at him like he hung the moon, to Cressida, he’s just another spoiled Bridgerton. So, he gets to learn that you don’t always have a loving family to support you and welcome you back from mistakes and responsibility you don’t want with open arms. Sometimes your life just sucks, and you get forced to marry an old ugly man who wants 4 kids from you.

And then she charged him double for all her trouble and sent him home with his tail between his legs. Plot point made.

Colin now ready to accept that he failed, that he should have listened to his wife, and it was time to do things differently, returned to his wife perhaps ready to listen a bit more.

And thus, we see, that Cress was not a main character, she was there to propel our leads forward, to get them where they needed to be, and sometimes, just sometimes, the villain has to be the villain.

I’m not saying she will always be that, they did a good job making you feel sympathy for her this season, but this just wasn’t her season for redemption yet. Maybe in the future, but it wasn’t for Season 3.

#cressida cowper #bridgerton #polin #stacy's musings #colin bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #penelope bridgerton #character analysis

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razziematazz · 5 months ago

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yeah sexy bitches it’s extremely goofy headcanon time

(disclaimer: some of this would be specific to a human and/or modern au, because i love drawing them as humans, love the designs i gave them, and was not yet born in 2000- let alone conscious to remember anything about it. also i like giving them tails, even in the human au. this ended up being very long, so here’s a courtesy cut!)

max goof:

this man is BISEXUAL!!!!!!! he and roxanne were bi4bi, but they (mutually) broke up their senior year of highschool bc roxanne was moving for college across the country. after a bit of time, they went to just being close friends :3

speaking of college: we know that the goof family is poor. THEREFORE, i raise you: max is at college via a full ride scholarship. he worked his ASS off to be able to go to college without having to take out loans or “leech” from his dad, and it paid off!

he’s actually REALLY smart but a lot of people don’t know that bc “oh that’s some alt skater boy. he’s probably scraping by with a C average at best”.

he’s also the only reason bobby has passed any classes since junior year of hs

he came out to goofy the summer after he graduated high school. goofy cried bc he was so happy max trusted him enough with that and threw max 2 parties. he is the type of dad to buy max pride socks and wear a shirt that says “i love my gay son” for all of june. max is more than a little embarrassed, but overall? he loves his dad, and he’s really glad his dad loves him no matter what

idc what yall say he is NOT a little white boy as a human 😭😭😭 was literally jump scared the first time i saw him drawn white bc like i just thought it was agreed upon that he’s a POC

continuing with him as a human: yall will see this when i post my designs, but he’s pierced UP ‼️ he’s got snakebites he wears rings in (outwardly mimicking his buck teeth, since i draw the rings thick), both a madonna and monroe piercing, heavily gauged lobes, a double conch and double helix on his right ear, an industrial on his left, a right eyebrow piercing, and a tongue piercing. i also toyed w the idea of hip piercings but thinking abt dermal piercings makes me genuinely sick so

he also taught himself how to do piercings and pierced bobby’s lobe. a good half of his piercings were done at home. do not follow his example <3

(he tried to pierce his nipples and failed horribly, so he just took out the jewelry bc he was NOT having uneven nipples. this is based on one of my friend’s experiences!)

yall already KNOW he’s got that smudgy eyeliner look going on

that takes about 2 minutes. his hair, however, takes him a good 30! and an ungodly amount of hairspray.

his mom left when he was 5 and he barely remembers her

he and the goof troop became quick friends with tank after the x-games, and max definitely had a hand in tank giving bradley another chance

has a pet king snake and a pet tarantula! he got them when his powerline phase was still SUPER strong and named them both after him/his songs. whenever people ask him to explain their names, he gets lowkey embarrassed

got a matching trap stamp w bobby. peej was going to join too but he chickened out as soon as the needle touched down 😭

(the first time bradley accidentally caught a glimpse of max’s tramp stamp, he malfunctioned, fled the room, and had a crisis)

long, double coated black tail

bradley uppercrust III

closeted gay man

he’s the typical frat boy who’s been with a ton of girls, and he just kind of assumed that sex was a chore people went through and it was supposed to be be kind of unfulfilling for everyone

nah it’s just bc he wasn’t actually attracted to women 😭😭 he didn’t realize that he’s gay until his junior year of undergrad

(max and his stupid mouth full of stupid piercings that pours out stupid words and dumber retorts is what made him realize)

(he was literally like a little boy pulling on his crush’s pigtails and didn’t even realize it until about two weeks after the x-games, when he couldn’t stop thinking about how max still smiled at him and called off the bet afterwards)

on this topic: realizing he was gay caused an absolutely gigantic crisis, especially since he didn’t have a support system at all

(tank needed a lot of time to process everything, and even longer to begin forgiving bradley)

(speaking of that, while bradley was still officially the president of the gamma mu mu fraternity on paper [his dad paid everyone off], tank took over his position after the x-games. bradley was basically ostracized)

the main part of why his being gay was such a horrible realization for him is because his dad is the epitome of conservative. his mom believes queer people are just misled.

oh good lord, now it’s time to talk about his horrible father!!

as we’ve said, bradley’s dad is extremely homophobic. he’s the kind of guy to say spew absolutely every false “fact” or “statistic” and homophobic rhetoric anyone could have, and did this to bradley

he also put insane amounts of pressure on bradley

in the words of myself after watching a sad tiktok:

“[bradley is] so comphet and horrible neglectful parents who put far too much pressure on him core. he’s such a trust fund baby except the people who created that trust aren’t even in his life. he’s so simultaneously absent father and father who is constantly There, in his mind, judging him. he’s so internalized homophobia [because of this]”.

his father is definitely financially abusive btw

while he’s extremely rich, he threatens to take away any and all funding and shut down bradley’s cards at even the slightest hint of failure

being gay wouldn’t just get bradley’s funds cuts, though. it’d get him cut entirely from the family.

he’s meant to be perfect because he’s meant to be exactly like his dad and take over his dad’s place after retirement.

even one mistake would “warrant” his dad yelling at him for hours

bradley’s extreme daddy issues is what caused him to react so strongly to goofy saying “well clearly you don’t understand the bond between a father and son 🙄”

also bradley’s dad is the kind of guy to go for younger girls. he had four wives before bradley’s mom, but would leave them as soon as he found out his spawn was to be a girl instead of a boy. he needed a son to take on his “legacy”, and if they couldn’t provide that, they were worthless

and them being ~21 means they wouldn’t know any better

plus, he believes in the stupid “a woman’s prime childbearing years are 16-23 🤓” bs

so like even as he got older, he kept getting with women in that age range instead of those of his own

aka bradley’s mom was 21 and his dad 36 when they got married and had bradley within the same year.

on this note , bradley’s mom is.. not as bad

she holds the same values as his father, but isn’t nearly as extreme

she wouldn’t disown bradley for him being gay, but she would cry and cry because she thought it was a sign she failed as a mother. she’d beg him to “take it back”

to bradley, this is even worse than his father’s anger, since he was a mamas boy through and through.

she wouldn’t ever stand up to his dad, but even when he was young, bradley understood that it was out of fear

if she could get away with it, his mom would always comfort him after his dad’s outbursts

but if she was caught, his father would yell that all this soft treatment would turn him into a (slur i’m not comfortable saying!) and he needed to learn his lesson

all im gonna say is she blames herself

however, speaking of when bradley was young..

his mom has wavy/curly blonde hair

when he was young, he had the exact same hair as his mom

however, as he got older, his hair got darker

until it eventually became the same shade as his dad’s

bradley knew this made his mom a bit sad, but neither of them commented on it, because they both knew bradley was even more upset

it meant that he was now a near carbon copy of his father- minus his hair still being curly, and his lack of facial hair

however, when he got older and his hair became darker, his dad started pressuring him to straighten it, too

of course, he did, even though he hated it

… and at college, as a very subtle way of rebelling, he stopped straightening his hair until he had to see his father

anywayssss onto lighter headcanons!

(roxanne as well interlude !!)

bradley’s maternal uncle is married to roxanne’s maternal aunt!!

(this has absolutely zero basis btw 😭)

minus tank, roxanne was the closest friend to bradley growing up

his dad wasn’t really happy he was so close to a girl, but since roxanne is family, he let it slide; he’s supposed to be such a good family man, after all! it’s the uppercrust image!

anyways, as i said, they were super close

they would gravitate to each other every family get together (christmas, thanksgiving, etc) and would beg their parents to let them visit each other as often as possible

it was much more common for bradley to visit roxanne’s house than vice versa, since roxanne’s parents just have a feeling about bradley’s father. bradley had no issue with this at all

however.. max knew absolutely nothing about this!

whenever roxanne would say “sorry, i’ve got family over right now, i can’t hang out today”, he just wouldn’t question it

and bradley would passively listen to roxanne talk about her crushes, but since he couldn’t relate, it just sort of went into one ear and out the other

they also started to drift a bit during highschool

roxanne coming out to bradley was.. a lot. but he loves her, and knows she’s the best person he’s ever met, and so slowly, he begins to unlearn what his parents taught

roxanne is extremely proud (lol!) of bradley and bradley is.. feeling a lot of things, but he can’t say hate for others is one of them

for a long time, even when bradley was growing closer to the goof troop, winning back tanks everything, and accepting his feelings for max, roxanne was who bradley could always count on. she’s the person he came out to first, and he actually went to her for boy (max) advice multiple times 😭

she caught on quickly but didn’t mind at all

anyways, neither roxanne nor bradley knew that the other knows max- let alone that they eventually both date him

for the first time max is friends with bradley and roxanne comes back to spoonersville for christmas, max introduces them

except they already know each other.

and instead of “hello, im ___”, what he sees is them absolutely booking it towards each other with an “OH MY GODDDD!! HIIIII!! IT’S BEEN WAYYY TO LONG!! I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN, LIKE, 2 THANKSGIVINGS!!!!! HOWVE YOU BEEEN OMG WE NEED TO CATCH UP!!!!”

they both completely ignore max and he’s stood there absolutely DUMBFOUNDED

he is STUNNED

he is the EPITOME of ?!?!?!

bc what are the chances they know each other?? roxanne is NOTHING like the front bradley puts on, and her parents sure as hell aren’t millionaires

and what are the CHANCES max ends up not only having a crush on, but ends up DATING both?????

more roxanne: curled, medium-short haired, solid ginger tail

back to bradley

secretly loves it when max calls him brad instead of his full name

before max, no one had ever shortened his name

it feels like a separation from himself and the uppercrust name

it feels like he’s his own person, and not just an extension of his father- bradley uppercrust II

it takes him a good while and a few drinks to ever admit this, but afterwards, “brad” stops being only a teasing nickname- it has a new undercurrent of warmth

an everything shower takes him about 2 hours. he has very long, very specific skin care (both face and body), hair care, nail care, and grooming routines

these include the usages of no less than 30 different products

he has glasses but would rather wear contacts or just not be able to see than EVER wear them in public.

curled, very fluffy tail with a white bottom and tan top

(his dad forced him to always be in complete control of his tail; to never let it wag, never tuck it, anything. always hold it up high and steady)

(the only time he would let himself forgo these rules is when he was with only roxanne)

(the first time he felt the tell that his tail was about to wag when with max, he left IMMEDIATELY, and it took a while to unlearn all of this)

bobby zimmeruski

biggest stoner any of them have ever met

he’s high for the entirety of both movies

genuinely uses brainrot speak (rizz, sigma, gyatt, etc)

this spread to max, and eventually pj

…and when bradley caught himself thinking a brainrot word for the first time, he was absolutely MORTIFIED

he refuses to say the words.

however, beret girl is never infected!!

religious game grumps viewer

he tried to be a twitch streamer for like two days

pasty ass mf 😭😭

he has to wear spf100 every single time he goes outside in the summer or he WILL get 3rd degree sunburns

short and short-haired ginger tail

absolutely, 100% in love with bianca

im talking he’s already saving up for an engagement ring

(she would say yes in a heartbeat)

he stops wearing the beret he’s seen in at the end of the movie after a while

bianca assured him that, although she’s flattered, she’d love him just as much if he stayed the exact same as when they first met

his new found love of poetry is as genuine as can be tho

the designated driver for SURE

the “what the flip” to max’s “what the fuck” and bobby’s “what the sigma”

(PJ very rarely curses bc his dad does often. if yall didn’t know, his dad. erm. canonically sucks!! not as badly as bradley’s, but his dad is the “your kids should respect (FEAR) you” type)

has a short haired, black bobtail

beret girl

her name is bianca roan greene (b for beret, roan bc i like it, and g for girl)

she goes by roan bc i want her to escape being BG

(credit to Lian_mail on ao3 for the roan part!!)

also bi but leans heavily towards women

she’s a psychology major

she bonds with max over piercings bc she’s also got a few non-standard piercings!

she’s got double lobes, a helix, a forward helix, a conch and a daith on both sides

she wants a nose piercing but feels like, in regards to her future field of work, she’s already pushing her luck with all of the ear piercings

they’re partially why she wears her hair so long

by far the best at advice and the most level-headed out of the (extended, which includes her, roxanne, bradley, and tank) goof troop

has a long, smooth, long-haired tail the same color as her hair

#maxley #the masterlist #max goof #bradley uppercrust iii #an extremely goofy movie #aegm #is that a thing?#is that an acronym people use??#my musings #oh wait should i make a different tag for this #my hcs #there we go #long post #i may separate it later #or at least separate brad and roxanne’s from the rest #idk #the extremely goofy masterlist #even!

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beauttifullife · 12 days ago

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Maybe you need a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend.

Agatha had just taken a bite of her pizza when Nicky blurted out.

“Daddy has a new girlfriend. Amanda. She’s nice. She took me to the zoo.”

She froze mid-chew.

So, James is seeing someone—again.

Her ex-husband had gone through a rotating lineup of women since their separation, most of whom came and went before she even had the chance to meet them. And, like a cliché of wealthy divorced dads, James didn’t exactly date in his age group. Agatha had met one or two over the years, all of them at least twenty years his junior.

James was fifty-two, for God’s sake.

It was ridiculous.

Nicky kept talking, oblivious to her thoughts.

“Daddy is happy. He smiles more.”

He took another bite of pizza, then paused, his small brows drawing together as his nose scrunched up in that familiar way he did when he was thinking hard.

Agatha braced herself, recognizing that look all too well. Her son had a habit of speaking with the brutal honesty only a child could wield.

He reached up, pressing his greasy, pizza-stained fingers to her cheek, looking at her with a curious expression.

“You don’t smile a lot.”

Ow.

Agatha winced inwardly.

It is amazing how kids could unknowingly bury daggers in their parents’ hearts with their blunt, innocent observations.

She managed to keep her composure, setting her pizza down as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

“I smile,” she insisted softly, and then, with a mischievous grin, she tickled him, smiling as he burst into giggles and squirmed in her arms. “See? I smile all the time with you.”

When the tickling subsided, Nicky’s laughter faded, and he looked at her with that same serious, searching gaze.

“But what about when I’m gone? Do you smile when I’m gone?”

Damn it.

This kid was trying to kill her.

Agatha opened her mouth, ready to give him a reassuring lie—something simple. Of course, I smile when you’re not here, even though the truth was far from it.

But before she could speak, Nicky’s eyes lit up as though he’d had the best idea in the world.

“Maybe you can get a girlfriend like Daddy—so you can smile even when I’m not here.”

Agatha laughed at that, a startled, genuine laugh.

“You mean a boyfriend, honey,” she corrected gently.

But Nicky only shrugged, as if it made no difference to him.

“You didn’t smile with any of your boyfriends.”

Agatha stilled, her breath catching as she absorbed his words.

She hadn’t realized Nicky had been watching her so closely, hadn’t known he’d picked up on the things she kept so carefully hidden. She’d thought she’d shielded him from her own disappointments, put on a brave face as she tried to navigate dating again after the divorce.

Yet here he was, perceptive in that unfiltered way only her child could be, seeing through her mask to the truth she hadn’t even fully admitted to herself: that the men she’d dated hadn’t made her happy.

Since the divorce three years ago, she’d tried to move forward. She’d gone on plenty of dates, a few even turning into short-lived relationships, but none had ever clicked. She even introduced Nicky to one or two men she’d thought might last.

They hadn’t.

He hadn’t liked them, and she hadn’t blamed him.

Honestly, she’d barely liked them herself.

Her attempts at dating had all felt empty, like trying to force pieces into a puzzle that just didn’t fit.

Nicky, meanwhile, picked up his slice again and took a big bite, chewing thoughtfully before looking back up at her.

“Maybe you need a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend,” he said, words muffled around his mouthful but clear enough.

Agatha blinked, caught completely off guard by the innocent but strangely perceptive comment. She forced a small, wry smile, hoping he’d move on to a less jarring topic.

But Nicky just kept looking at her, waiting, his wide eyes expectant and curious.

She let out a breath, her mind racing through the events of the past few days, the revelations she’d had, and her unexpected, undeniable connection with Rio. Her son’s words lingered, pressing gently but insistently against the parts of herself she’d barely started to acknowledge.

Finally, she gave a small shrug, her voice softer than usual.

“Maybe, kiddo,” she murmured, reaching out to ruffle his hair with a gentleness that felt like both a reassurance to him and a grounding touch for herself. “Maybe.”

Nicky grinned, clearly pleased with her response, and dove back into his pizza, blissfully unaware of the quiet stirrings within his mother’s heart.

#fanfic #lesbian #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3feed #ao3fic #ao3 link #rio agatha all along #agatha x rio #agatha coven of chaos #agathario #agatha all along #agatha harkness

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lizablackthorn · 1 month ago

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just please give it a minute and read this‼️🚨

Hey guys i know this is goint to be different than my usual content but i always speak up or do whatever i can to help people all around the world. And I want your help this time.

This might be triggering for some people and i'm sorry in advance but please read the whole thing and help me raise my voice and the women of my country's to make this matter known so that the government would start taking us seriously and start taking measures for women's safety.

I’m Turkish and I live in Turkey. I couldn’t be more proud to be Turkish but the government (which they’ve been on power for like 25 years) destroyed our country by doing everything they can. No people in Turkey has a safety right now especially women and children. Why am I telling you all of this? Because they’re releasing the criminals and corrupted our legal and justice system. For the couple of days a woman sexually assaulted by two men and caught by cameras and they released them. But after people started to post this in X they put them in jail back. We’re trying to make justice from social media.

Yesterday, 2 women were brutally murdered by the same man at Edirnekapı, Istanbul. The murderer first killed Ayşenur (19) in his home and called the cops to report the murder then, he went to kill İkbal (19). Semih Çelik murdered those two 19 YEAR OLD girls, İkbal Uzuner and Ayşenur Halil. He slit Ayşenur's throat and dismembered İkbal Uzuner on top of the city walls and he THREW İKBAL'S HEAD IN FRONT OF HER MOTHER. He then committed suicide by jumping from the very same place he dismembered İkbal. And he did all this IN BROAD DAYLIGHT.

He had been stalking İkbal for over a year, his own father had reported him several times, a disturbing drawing made by him and a video of him filmed last year talking about how he wanted to kill İkbal (quoting the exact words from the video: "...The day you saw me, I had come to kill you. I wanted to take a life with me when I left this life, and it was more valuable for me if that person was you. To cut out your heart, your eyes…") were uncovered recently but NO MEASURES WERE TAKEN. That psychopath took two innocent lives and the only thing that the government did was to impose a broadcast ban.

So as a woman who is afraid, i am asking you to spread this and to make this known. We, turkish women, hope that making this matter known globally will help us.

This hashtag #turkishwomenareindanger is also used in X and if you want to see what have been going through for the years you can look up to it and please look up.

The things I’m trying say this with all of that. There’s no justice in our country. There are very dangerous and a lot of groups that hating women and trying to normalize this. I’m talking about normalizing RAPE/CHILD PORN/WOMEN HOMOCIDES/ THREATS/BLACKMAIL/ VIOLENCE and everything related to them.

Why do we need help to raise our voices?

>In 2021, Turkey became the first and only country to withdraw from the Istanbul Convention, a human rights treaty of the Council of Europe opposing violence against women.

>Women's complaints are not taken seriously, and offenders are repeatedly let go without any consequences. Our prisons are filled to the brim with journalists and political prisoners, however repeat sexual offenders, abusers, p3d0philes and murderers are released.

So this means, even if that murderer did not commit suicide he might've not been punished properly for his crimes.

The images below are the details.

the images and some paragraphs i took from @thhestia

#turkishwomenareindanger #please help

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snowblossomreads · 11 months ago

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Day 16: Ways to Keep Warm

Pairing: Judge Turpin x Wife!Reader

Summary: In where Richard returns home, angry that the courthouse has been closed due to an impending blizzard, and [Y/n] finds a way to use that pent up energy.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Smut! (Oral fem receiving, allusions to female hysteria, penetrative sex), ownership of spouse (it was in the olden days lol), bold wife!, undue anger to servant, that's about it..?

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: Evil cackles, if you're were looking for when Turpin was going to appear well wait no more! Please enjoy some warmth with him on these cold (depending where you are) winter nights : D. On ward to the smut. Also sorry for any mistakes of course (is past one am when im editing LOL)

MDNI

"Curse this bloody weather!"

The thunderous shout of her husband's voice seemed to shake the house as [Y/n] padded to the top of the staircase to find what the commotion was about. She hadn't expected him home for lunch, so to see him taking his coat off so aggressively and throwing it at Alice, one of their housekeepers, had her intrigued and mildly confused.

"Richard, my heart welcome home!" She called, coming down the stairs. "I wasn't expecting you back from court so early. Is something the matter?"

"The only thing that is the matter is this wretched weather we have. I swear each year it gets worse," he complained harshly, sitting on the cushioned bench against the wall while pulling his snow-covered boots off. "The courthouse," he hissed, tossing the boot aside with anger, causing the women to jump at the loud thump it made. "Had to recess due to the beginnings of a blizzard. A blizzard, that caught me halfway on my trip back here."

Ah. That would explain the copious amount of snow that had been trekked in, and the many flurries that coated his clothing.

"I'm sorry love, I know how busy you are and I’m sure this isn’t quite the way you wish to spend the day," [Y/n] said sweetly in hopes her tone would assuage his irritation.

As she approached him, she eyed Alice, giving her a nod that meant for her to leave them be. She didn't want the poor girl to feel the wrath of her husband as he never did learn to keep his temper on a leash when things went awry with his schedule.

Curtsying quickly, Alice gave a grateful smile to [Y/n] as thanks before she silently departed to hang her lord's coat somewhere to dry. Going to hand the poor girl something else, when he looked up and saw she was gone, his nostrils flared in annoyance before he shouted,

"Where did that stupid girl go!"

"Richard enough," [Y/n] commanded sternly.

While she loved her husband and held him in reverence as many others did, she drew a line at the way he would talk about their servants. Angry or not. She would not put up with it, even from her husband who was the lord of the house and over her.

Had it been any other husband, they may have lashed out even more. Or worse yet, laid hands on her for being a disrespectful wife. But no, with Richard, he may seem cold with those icy eyes and stern demeanor, but when it came to her, he swore no harm would come to her by his hand or any.

So when she spoke sternly to him, he was neither offended nor angered. He only became silent as he tossed his other boot off with that large frown on his face. Honestly, for a man who seemed frightening to all, her husband very much hung on her words. Only showing his caring side towards her and only in their home.

"Now come, there is no need to for harsh words, I'll put the boots up," she said, picking them up and placing them neatly so no one would trip and maim themselves. "There is a fire waiting in the parlour where we can stay warm. Let us give it some company, and I shall have Alice draw you a warm bath to stave off the chill."

"I do not wish for a bath [Y/n]! I wish to be at court, sentencing those who believe their wrongdoings have no consequences."

A thought popped into her mind. Well if he couldn’t do his job and needed something to occupy him, well she had ideas.

"Well unfortunately, that will not be happening for the safety of you and the others but, if a bath is not what you wish for my lord, mayhap we can find a better occupation that can keep you from going mad?"

That seemed to catch his attention as he looked up at her with a glint in his eyes signaling he was at least pondering her words.

"And what would this occupation be?" He drawled in that rich baritone of his that would always set her body alight.

Smiling at him, she didn't answer, only walking past him and causing him to raise an inquisitive eyebrow as he followed her with his eyes. Once she was at the base of the staircase, she turned her head back to him, a smirk on her lips.

"It involves you following me to our bedroom, my Lord," she purred in the most enticing tone she could manage. "And making use of the energy that you have pent up from not being in court today. Unless you find this to also be not of your liking?"

That seemed to catch his attention, as he stood from the the bench and stalked across the hallway towards her. His strong thick body was quickly pressed up against [Y/n] who groaned sweetly at the feel of her husband behind her.

"Hmm, well if my sweet, and innocent wife is offering," he murmured, causing the hair on her neck to rise as his breath caressed her exposed skin. "I may be yet swayed from working while away from the court."

"Then come along," [Y/n] whispered, turning to face him as she placed her hand on his chest. "I shall endeavour to do my best, and to sway you from doing such a thing."

Her invitation was punctuated with her boldly pressing their lips in a kiss that was not at all chaste. Her tongue licked at the seam of his lips as if asking for permission, and if he was caught off guard by his wife who was usually shy and mild manner he didn't show it as he hungrily accepted her advances.

Their tongues immediately danced with each other as [Y/n]'s hand buried itself in his grey tresses, and a low groan rumbled from her husband's lips as he dominated the kiss.

Breaking away from each other out of breath, and already warmer than they just were, they shared a fleeting glance before they made their way up the stairs.

It was by some miracle, that he didn't take her on the stairwell for all of the servants to see with how many times they had to pause because one of them wanted their lips on the other. When they entered the room, he was already ripping at her clothes, desperate to have his wife's body bared and underneath him.

"Richard!" She gasped in surprise, as he pulled off her night dress that she had still been wearing, exposing her breast to the cold room and causing her nipples to pebble.

A whimper escaped her lips as he strolled behind her before cupping her chest with his large warm hands. Her back arched at his touch as he began to squeeze the mounds, massaging the delicate skin before pinching her nipples in between his thumb and index.

"Mhmm my lord," she whined breathlessly as she melted at his firm touches. It didn't take long before she was rubbing herself on his hardened member that she could feel straining for release in his trousers.

"Oh yes my pretty little wife," he praised, as he leaned down kissing her exposed neck that she granted him more access to by tilting her head to the side. "All bare and soft for me," he continued, sucking at her tender flesh causing her breath to hitch and higher-pitched moans to leave her. "So sweet and…"

He trailed off, one of his hands leaving her tit before travelling down to paw at her opening that was already soaking with desire for him. A loud, needy keen left her throat and he felt the sound go right to his cock that was straining for release.

"And wet for me just like a good wife should be," he crooned in her ear, as he pressed his thick fingers inside of her causing her to suddenly be on her tip toes as he entered her.

"Y-yes Richard my love ah all for you," she squealed as he began to thrust his fingers into her, stretching her wanting cunt.

The squelching sound of her wetness filled the room as she moaned and whined blissfully as she took pleasure from her husband's skilled fingers. Two fingers became three as he readied her to take his manhood, and when he felt her body quaking against him and her cunt sucking at his fingers, he gave her one last thrust before pulling his digits out of her.

A tiny squeak fell from her lips as she was pushed towards the bed, causing her front to hit the edge of it before she climbed up and crawled towards the middle of it.

Flipping around, she let out a gasp as her husband was right on her heels, his undershirt and trousers already discarded with his pants leaving him naked with his cock standing at attention and weeping with his seed.

Heavens was the sight of her husband stalking over to her delicious. With the sparse smattering of grey chest hair on his broad chest, the slight belly he wore showing how healthy of an appetite he had, and the thick strong legs that she had more than once taken her pleasure on. The thoughts that swirled in her mind only made her body throb with want as she watched him get on the bed with her, towering over her with his stature.

He made her feel so safe, so loved, and with it came the need for her to submit to him, body, mind and soul and she was happy to do all of that.

"Take me, Richard," she wantonly begged bucking her hips in his direction as she offered herself to her husband. "Please fill me up I wish to be warm with your seed," she pleaded shamelessly to the only man who could make blood burn with such lust and want. The only man whose gaze burned her in the most pleasurable way whether he was angry or pleased.

"Greedy little harlot," he hissed, as he knelled in front of her spread thighs that glistened with her wetness and need for him.

A sudden thought filled the judge's brain at the sight of her dripping opening and the grin that grew on his features was predatory. His gaze shot a pang of excitement in her belly and before she knew it, he was pulling her towards him with such strength that she let out a clipped shriek.

Her legs were suddenly being put on his shoulder and her lower body was lifted up from the bed only to have her womanhood angled directly in front of his mouth.

"Richard!" She squeaked abashedly, never having been exposed like this to him but her surprise morphed into an incoherent noise as he began to nuzzle her swollen nub with his beautiful aquiline nose.

The sudden shock of pleasure had her legs going stiff and her hands gripping at the blanket as he alternated from nuzzling her clit to using his tongue to pleasure the swollen nub.

"Oh my- oh my lord Richard!" She croaked, his name falling from her lips in a broken cry as she began to grind her hips against his face while he feasted on her.

Tongue swirling around her nub, he used his fingers to open her dripping cunt before diving into her with his tongue, lapping at her sweet juices that drove him mad at the heady scent that came along with it.

High-pitched whimpers, along with his name, fell from her lips as if she were a woman hysterical. And she was, thanks to the pleasure that her husband showered upon her as she wiggled and moaned his name like a prayer. Her stomach clenched and unclenched uncontrollably at the assault of his tongue inside her, and the way his stubble would rub against her sensitive womanhood had her going insane.

Her noises had him groaning, and his cock throbbing as it bobbed heavily against his stomach, straining towards his abdomen as it too was ready to taste the sweetness of her soaked cunt. It wouldn't need to wait long as Richard swirled his tongue in her opening once more before licking her slit to clit causing her to shiver.

"Exquisite," he groaned as he pulled away from her throbbing cunt that was swollen with need and shining with the mixture of spit and slick that dripped down her trembling thighs.

Grabbing her legs, and moving them so that they were around his waist, and her lower back was against the mattress now, Richard lined his manhood against his wife's opening before pushing the thick head past her entrance.

The burning stretch of him as he entered her body had tears pricking at her eyes and her lips parting in a silent cry. Inch by inch, he slid into her slowly, teasingly as she trembled beneath him.

She could never get used to how big he was. No matter how much he stretched her out, no matter if he brought her to her peak multiple times, her body would protest that she could not take such a thing when he entered her. Yet it always did.

"So bloody tight," he grunted, before he gave one last push that seemed to be the one that caused him to slip past the remaining resistant and into her velvety channel.

Panting loudly, she let out another watery moan that increased in volume as he finally pushed himself all the way inside her. Her cunt fluttered and squeezed around him as it got used to his size, and before she had time to calm her thumping heart, he pulled out before suddenly ramming back into her.

"Oh god!" [Y/n] sobbed, her back arched and her toes curled as a shock wave shot up her spine at how deep he had pushed himself into her.

Arms going to wrap around his neck, she brought her husband closer as he began to thrust into her earnestly. Putting all his weight on her body as he moved his hips, he had trapped her beneath him as she writhed with pleasure easily finding the spot that had her insides trembling and her mind thinking of one thing.

"Richard," she pleaded, "yes yes yes, my love yes, please." Her words were incoherent and barely audible over the sound of his cock ravaging her aching cunt.

"Mmm, so warm, ugh, and tight," he growled near her ear causing her to whine and her insides to flutter around his cock. "So perfect for me do you know that my love," he praised as he pulled back to watch her with hooded eyes.

Their hips sat flush against one another each time he thrust in her with speed and force that a man who was twice his junior probably couldn't muster.

"Such a perfect wife thinking of how to keep her husband warm," he growled, as he watched her eyes roll in the back of her head, and listened to her whimpers become louder and louder as he felt her insides begin to spasm, signalling she was close. "Oh yes so perfect, ugh, with such a perfect body, and such a perfect cunt for her husband, " he praised even more, as he slipped a hand in between them to where they were joined just so that he could bask in the loud shriek that left her lips as he began to rub her clit.

She thrashed her head side to side like a woman mad, and her fingers gripped the sheets beneath her as he kept stroking her with both cock and fingers. The pleasure bloomed red hot in her veins and she felt that familiar tingle in her stomach that signaled she was close.

"That's it, there's my little wife," Richard growled, sensing her impending release and snapping his hips against hers relentlessly. His digits continued to rub messy circles against her at the same time causing incoherent noises and words to spill from her lips. "Come for your husband! Come for him so that he can spill his seed in your waiting womb. Be a good wife and let me put a babe in you [Y/n]!"

It was a mixture of his words, and thrusts that had her tumbling off the edge suddenly, and he followed with a loud grunt as her walls clamped down on him milking his aching cock for all its seed.

"Richard!" She sobbed, pulling him closer to her as she trembled from the shock of pleasure and feeling of his warmth spreading inside her.

His arms quickly went to wrap around his beloved as he grunted noisily in her ear while he filled her up. The soft pants and moans coming from him, caused her body to shiver at the deep sounds that buried itself into her bones as they laid spent from their activity.

They stayed in each other's arms, as Richard kissed her neck lazily, and she drew little circles against his neck. A sweet giggle would leave her lips from time to time when his stubble would rub her sensitive skin.

It wasn't until what felt like hours later, even though it was a few minutes, did someone speak.

"So," [Y/n] whispered as she raked her hand through her husband's grey locks. His usually stormy eyes, which were now clear, were trained on her as he raised an eyebrow at her. "Is my husband appeased with the activity that was suggested?"

"Mmm, I am very pleased," he purred, leaning down and kissing her lips passionately. She let out a noisy moan at his possessiveness and was breathless when he pulled away. "But," he started rolling his hips against hers causing her to moan as his cock dragged against her sensitive insides. "I fear my wife has made a mistake in thinking that spilling my seed once in her would rid my energy. No, I think we perhaps need to try it a few more times if you truly wish for me to relax darling."

"Oh no," she moaned as he began to thrust slowly biting her bottom lip. "I intend to make sure ah my husband has had his fill mmm and is thoroughly sated. What kind of wife would I be if I didn't?"

His eyes twinkled at her words before he slowly picked up the pace in what would be a long and pleasurable way to keep them warm as a blizzard began to rage outside.

A/N: hehe well i sure hope that warmed everyone up! Turpin is always a good choice for smut bc he is well..a horny man LOL.

Tag: @deepperplexity it's ur beloved Turpin!!

#judge turpin x reader #turpin x reader #smut #rickmas #rickmas2023 #blossom writes

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fermentedfanfics · 2 years ago

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a little wine and charcoal.

hello welcome to my first writing that wasn’t a rewrite in a while. i hope you guys enjoy this ?? i randomly thought of this idea at like three in the morning and wanted to write it so bad– so forgive me if this is a little all over the place or written badly because i finished writing this at like six am and wanted to post it immediately. i might make a sequel to this, i kinda wanna write some smut for them. please know that this fic is explicit and for 18+ audiences only, minors dni.

summary: you enjoy taking figure drawing classes at your local college a few times throughout the year– this month you take up figure drawing again and find you’ve caught the model’s eye. (model!loki x artist!f!reader)

warnings: (possible smut for future sequel) fem!reader, make out sesh, reader is a little drunk, more than a little she’s a lightweight like me, light praise kink, kind of dry humping, orgasm denial, slight dom/sub dynamic (reader calls loki sir,) no usage of y/n. i’ll add more if i think of anything. word count: 3.2k

You are keenly aware of a pair of eyes on you, and you’re almost afraid to lift your gaze off the newsprint paper in front of you.

For a moment you wonder if you’re the only person who feels uncomfortable, but when you drag your gaze across the room you find everyone hard at work– focused on properly taking in the form of the man in front of you. Was he really a man though?

His ivory skin is chiseled like a marbled statue, and his thick, pitch-black hair was pulled back tucked behind his ears at the start of the class but has loosened and fallen into his face now. It’s given him a disheveled look and you’re rattled by how attractive he is. You’ve barely drawn anything, but you’re glad he’s not fully nude. Well– he is, but the way he’s posed has completely covered himself. You aren’t sure how you’d hold up if you were able to see him completely.

These figure drawing classes were supposed to be a source of relief for you. Twenty-five dollars and three hours of drawing live figures in silence with a couple of cups of wine was such a steal, and you’d truly enjoyed the last few times you’ve been– but the recent model has stolen that comfort from you.

At first you didn’t want to be conceded, clearly he was not staring at you directly. But the entirety of this month, each time you’d come and sit in that stuffy little classroom and painfully tried to draw the most beautiful being you’ve ever laid your eyes on, you could always feel him staring. It’s intensified by the wine you sip on throughout the class, your skin humming with the warmth of the alcohol and hot just from his mossy shaded eyes watching your every move.

Your hands delicately slip around the epicure of the glass next to you, it’s red and stinks of cheap wine but you drink it anyways to break the edge. Finally taking your eyes from the paper in front if you to the model, you swallow thickly when your eyes meet. You didn’t mean to look directly at his face, but curiosity got the best of you. Gripping the piece of charcoal in your hand, you begin to sketch.

You avert your stare from his face and to his body, and your mind wanders as your hand moves. Does he like your gaze? Observing every curve and rocky edge to his sculpted form– does it turn him on as much as it does you? You’d probably notice if it did. Each sip of the wine has your mind cloudy, and fills you with a kind of confidence you know isn’t good for you. Sneaking a peek to his face, you instantly regret it. His stare is intense, and the shine on his lips indicate he’s wet them with his tongue sometime between you taking your time studying every part of him and the last time you looked him in the eyes. You shiver.

The class wraps up faster than you expected. The conductor of the class brings the model a robe, and when he leaves the room bursts with conversation. “My god he was sexy, I couldn’t focus the entire time!” One of the women next to you boasts. Each class has a set of people who've never tried it before, or you’re simply just not lucky enough to get paired with anyone you’ve drawn with before. You feel seasoned among those around you, but you would be lying if you said the model hadn’t affected you in the same way.

You swallow the rest of the wine from your last glass, setting it down on the nearby tray it sat on. Trying to drown out the chattering and clattering of the class putting themselves together to leave, you try to pull an image of the model from your brain. You’ve seen him three or four times now, you didn’t keep count– each time you try to engrave him into your mind. You think this drawing is the closest you’ve ever gotten, fingers stained with charcoal. You decide to take this drawing home instead of leaving it like that last time.

By the time the room is empty, you’ve finished gathering your things. You take your time, knowing you have to call an uber since you finished about three cups of wine and you were a lightweight. Taking one last look at your drawing, you begin to take it down from the isle you used.

“I think yours is my favourite out of the bunch.”

His voice completely startles you, causing you to tear the top of the paper for a split second. You quickly stop yourself, letting go of your drawing allowing it to float helplessly to the ground so you wouldn’t completely destroy it. Instantly annoyed, your hazy, drunk gaze looks over your shoulder. It’s then you realize the class model is speaking to you.

He’s fully dressed, the first time you’ve seen it. It seems more intimate, you feel yourself burn hot at his voice as he apologizes, bending over and picking up your drawing. Smooth, sultry, and thickly accented– he’s rendered you speechless. “I always like the ones you draw– you’re very good.” He offers the paper to you.

“Thank you..”

You barely whisper your thanks, carefully taking the drawing from him. The rip doesn’t reach the art, thankfully. All your words are caught in your throat, he’s openly staring at you this time and you think he knows the effect he has on you. Swallowing your spit, you visibly relax ever so slightly as you begin to roll it up ready to leave.

“Do you come here often? I’ve seen you before.”

“Couple times a month.”

“Mr. Kilmyer let me keep some of yours of me, they’re hanging in my home. You’re incredibly talented– is this your profession?”

You’re trying to be respectful and listen to him, but you can’t. Your skin is boiling and the way the stupid cashmere turtleneck he wears fits him so perfectly that you can practically see his sculpted form beneath it is driving you up the wall. Though, that’s probably because you’ve seen him naked before and want to see it again. It’s fresh in your mind, and every time you blink you get a flash of his intense gaze. Wine plus him does not mix well.

“No.” You breathe out. He’s stepped closer, you’re in a full blown conversation with him now and you can see the quality of his face better. He has beautiful high cheekbones and strong brows giving him an intoxicating expression. His lips are thin and pink, you see he’s put chapstick on now. You wonder what it tastes like.

“It’s just a hobby. Um, thank you– I’m glad you like them.”

He cracks a smile, and your heart leaps so far into your throat you’re sure you can taste it. He seems to realize he hasn’t introduced himself, and offers you his hand. You’re delighted. “I am Loki, it’s a pleasure.” Your hand slips into his easily, a friendly shake sending electrifying shocks across your sensitive skin. You’re too drunk for this.

A little smile curls onto your lips, finally he thinks. You tell him your name, and he tastes it on his tongue for a moment, repeating it back to you.

He catches the slow blink of your eyelids, it’s late. You’re tired, and drunk– he can tell. He pulls his hand away and tucks a strand of his own hair behind his ear, drawing you in more. Does he know how sexy he is? You think he does. “I apologize, you must be tired. I don’t mean to take up your time, it’s just amazing to me how you’re able to master the human form in such a beautiful way.” His compliments give you a dopamine rush, your brain is fuzzy like the sizzling of a firecracker.

“I have to order an uber, so it’s okay..I have time.” You simply respond, he watched you drink those three glasses of wine.

Loki opens his mouth to say something, closing it as a thought come across his face. He sucks his lip in ever so slightly, biting it. He thinks for a moment, finger coming to his chin to caress it. His skin looks so soft and you’re instantly jealous of his own hand. Everytime you see him your mind floats away. Every single time he models, he’s fueled the bank in your mind to use late at night when you’re feeling lonely. You feel guilty a lot of the time, using a stranger to pleasure yourself– but you simply think of it as a one night stand. (That you keep going back to.)

You’ve imagined what it would be like to kiss his pretty lips, how it would feel and taste. You think he tastes like some kind of bourbon, and maybe caramel. A delicious mix. You especially enjoy remenecing on how he’d look at you while you drew him, how his mossy eyes bore deep into your soul and ignited a sexual flame in you faster than anyone ever had.

“Those can get quite pricey, hm?” He pauses, drawing your mind back to your conversation and away from your intrusively nasty thoughts about him. Loki rubs the side of his neck slightly, almost as if he’s embarrassed. “Well, I know we only just officially met– but I could drive you home if you’d rather save the money?”

His offer lingers in the air for a moment, before a surprised oh leaves you and your brows raise. Free ride from the pretty model that eats you up with his stare every single time you see him? Yes please!

“I would hate to bother you..”

“It’d be my pleasure, truly! I do feel a bit honoured talking with someone who views me in such a lovely perspective.”

You don’t fight again after that, a sheepish grin taking hold of your lips– you giggle. It’s heaven to his ears. “Sure.”

The walk to his car was short, but he continued to ask you questions– egging you to socialize with him. You wanted to just stare and eat up his features, engrave as much as you could of him into your brain because you’re sure this is the last time you’ll see him. You’re able to muster up questions to ask him, so you’re not such a boring chatting partner. He is giving you a ride home after all. Loki does not model often, but he did get roped into it after his brother suggested him. It’s relaxing for him, because he’s able to mentally check out for a few hours and not worry about anything– it’s nice.

You realize he may have just been spacing out in your direction and you’re deeply embarrassed that you came to the conclusion that he was equally staring at you. Loki opens the door of the passenger side for you, it’s amusing to your intoxicated little brain and you can’t help but laugh as you get into the car. “It feels like you walked out of a fairytale.” You murmur.

“Never had a gentleman open the car door for you? Such a shame.” He tuts at whatever past relationships you’ve had, and you can feel your standards raising.

Your drunk limbs find immediate comfort in the seat of his car, relaxing and laying your head back. The car ride is peaceful, and he lets you roll your window down so you can feel the cold wintery air on your skin. I’m a fan of the cold. Loki simply stated when you worried over him becoming too chilled. The cold air feels good on your warm skin, you know you’re in for a good night sleep.

Loki comfortably chats with you the entire car ride to your home, giving him weak directions as you try not to drift to sleep. Is it weird you feel completely at ease, and safe, with a complete stranger? Yes. But so far, he hasn’t given you any reason to feel any other way. In reality you wanted to fall asleep in his arms, but his car would have to do.

Thankfully you’re able to keep yourself awake, and when he pulls into your driveway you raise your arms above your head to stretch. It’s a damn good stretch, a euphoric feeling rushing through your body as you feel your muscles contract. Loki delightfully takes in the rise of your shirt, the sliver of skin showing your belly before you plop your arms back into your lap. You’re eternally thankful to him.

Looking back over to Loki to thank him for the ride home, you’re unsettled by his deep stare on you. It makes your chest and head thump once more. “Thank you for driving me home, Mr. Loki..” You try to be respectful, but you’re only turning him on.

“Of course,” He hums, not sure if he wants to let you leave just yet.

You don’t think your night will go much further with Loki, your hopes are not high. But when you grab for the handle to open your car door, his warm hand is wrapping around your free one. “Y/N..” He starts, and the way Loki says your name is magical. It’s the first time, and you’re a little worried at how much of an effect it has on you. You shiver once more, gulping thickly. “Yes, sir?” Your voice wavers for a moment, and you can’t help your usage of sir. You do wish to be respectful to him afterall. Your usage of sir seems to break him, make him snap– Loki is quickly leaning over the console and caressing your face with his hands.

“May I kiss you, Y/N?”

“Yes, please.” Your response is quick, and his lips crashing into yours is quicker.

Your stomach explodes like fireworks feeling his lips on you, and the desperation that follows only makes the heat rising in your core burn brighter. His lips are much softer than you were expecting, coating your own in that chapstick you can now taste is strawberry. You moan after tasting it, and Loki takes this free time to work his tongue towards yours. His lips are sweet like strawberries, but his tongue and mouth is minty and the stark contrast makes your head spin.

Loki’s left hand is wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you closer while his right hand cradles your face like you’d simply disappear if he let you go. The desperation in his kisses make your stomach twist in the familiar sense of need, want. Your hands have found his biceps to hold onto, fingers digging into the fabric of his pine-green cashmere turtleneck. “You taste so divine.” He breathes into you, devouring the whimpers and moans that float from your throat with every kiss.

Each compliment he spews is another match thrown into the fire thats on your skin. Your head is indescribably fuzzy, and you feel like you’re going to pass out. But it’s good. It’s so, so good. You might doubt this to be a dream later on.

The hand on your face is exploring you now, and it doubles all of what your feeling. His hand slides to your hip, rubbing circles into the fabric of your shirt. It’s overstimulating at best, and turning you on even more. You instinctively rub his biceps, feeling his muscles underneath. Loki drags his hand down your thigh, rubbing and caressing just the same as you are to his biceps. It’s stimulating the heat growing in your pants but it’s not enough and when you buck your hips ever so slightly all thoughts are thrown out the window.

Loki’s hand palms your clothed cunt, ripping a ragged groan from the back of your throat. He hasn’t even moved yet and you feel like you’re about to melt, about to cum. Please, please, please, please. Your tortured voice peeps into his mouth as he bites your lip. You spur him on without even trying too hard. Slowly, but with pressure, Loki begins to rub his fingers and thumb up and down the length of your cunt.

You hiss, and before you can moan out his kisses are occupying you once more. His tongue barrages your crevices once again, exploring your tongue, teeth, roof of your mouth– anything he can. “So good for me, good girl.” He moans praises, and you echo his vocal pleasure with your own. Thank you Mr. Loki, please! Feels so good, sir.. Your groan hitches when his thumb glides over your clit through your jeans and panties– he’s instantly dragging his thumb across the area. It shocks you like a voltage, your body tensing in utter glee as it begins to climb for it’s release.

Please, sir! You gasp as his simple drags of up and down have turned into calculated wiggles and zigzags that have you keening. Your skin is burning, and you’re so close. So, so close. He can tell by your breathing, your gasping between kisses– it’s so cute. Just as you’re about to reach your climax, just as your about to cum Loki seamlessly removes his hand from your warm, wet clothed cunt and grabs the side of your face in a deep kiss.

You finally tap his biceps, and he releases you from the passionate, breath-stealing kiss he pulled you into. You’re gasping for air, trying to ignore the wetness of your panties and dull ache coming from your hole.

Loki catches you slightly as you slump, head far too heavy for you to hold up now. He remembers you’re drunk, and a giddy smile comes to his features. “Oh dear, I ‘ought to get you inside, yes?” He’s so sweet again, like he hadn’t just stolen your soul and heart with those kisses. If you weren’t so drunk you’d be pissed.

Scratch that– you are pissed. Your body is screaming for release, and you know you’re going to be too tired to rub one out once you’re inside your home. But Loki looks so mesmerized by you, so encaptured.

A small line of drool has dripped from the corner of your mouth, and tears have streaked your cheeks– your eyes still welling from lack of release. “Oh, princess..” He murmurs, kissing your cheeks where your tears roll down from.

Without another word, Loki gently releases you to rest against your car seat before exiting the car and making his way around. He opens the door for you, and helps you get out of the car. Your legs are wobbling, like a new-born deer. You want to throw yourself against him, beg him to come inside and finish what he started but you’re too tired. You’re too exhausted, and it’s hard keeping your eyes open. Perhaps it’s best the two of you stopped here.

He escorts you to the front door of your house, and places a loving kiss on your forehead and lips. He watches you fumble to open your door and get inside, bidding you a goodnight before heading back to his car.

You’re still buzzing with excitement by the time you crawl in bed, your bag and rolled up drawing laying haphazardly on your desk. You want to cry, weep even. You’re unbelievably horny and he simply just left you like that– although you want to keep thinking about how much he screwed you over and how much you’re going to pounce him the next time you see him, sleep has taken over.

You fall asleep with Loki on your mind, and a determined mind for next time.

Next time.

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trickstersaint · 1 month ago

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Screaminggg saint person I just read your apple taste in the throat as sin poem and I love it so I have a childhood experience to share bc I think the vague themes will make you writhe

So! Ever since I was a child I thought The Fruit™ was a fig! And I felt probably the same way you did whenever you ate an apple as when i ate fig newton's bc of this at like 6🤷 tasty but also [grows up in the church].

Anyway, that one lil story in the bible with the fig tree where jesus is having a very human moment and got caught in 4k withering the tree out of hanger then covered his ass with bravado+temple talk had stuck with little me from this, so to ramble: the life and death that goes into a figs growth and how even in paradise there was hunger, how it exists even among the divine, and that you have to give yourself whole to it like a fig wasp (it will kill you in the end) (or do you choose to die for it) (was there ever really a choice or is it nature to find something bigger than yourself and sacrifice your life for it) and that religion only lives on bc we do but who is to separate the temple from the tree thats barren that will outlast us like a legacy to all we could've been if not withered before its fruiting season? And what of the tiny wasps when the time comes to pollinate but the tree is gone, what of the next generation that burrowed their way out of the fig/divine and what life cycle is there to choose after? Were you born into it all or is it only where your mother died? andandand?? Screams I hope this gives you inspo for more writing or that you at least enjoyed the vibes of me being insane abt figs and what it means to take of the forbidden fruit and the withering of the fig tree lol

Also princess Diana and Gerard as a saint has been rattling around in my brain and I'm going nuts plz elaborate on what they mean to you I'm dying to hear ur thoughts in depth on that

my friend is also really into the fig tree story... beginning to think that raised-christian people only have a few preset bible concepts that they come preloaded with obsessions around. the two genders... fig and apple... anyway saying that even in paradise there was hunger is crazy. i need to write more about adam and eve they drive me insane. y'all ever think about this line from an article about adam and eve that i was reading for a research project a year ago and only posted on my main account where almost none of you guys would have seen it

she is trying desperately to encase herself within the divine framework... jack katz "The Social Psychology of Adam and Eve" save me. save me... anyway...

mmmm on princess diana and gerard way as saints. i find it interesting the way that people idolize her both as an icon of kindness and charity and also as a martyr; for the people who are really caught up in the image of her, i feel like it's absolutely as much about the fact that she died as it is about the good things that she did. not to say that people make her a christ figure lmao but if you REALLY wanted to get into it you could draw some parallels between the way that people talk about jesus interacting with the lepers and diana shaking the hand of someone with aids. and then to take this figure that you are idolizing for their selflessness and good works and to say that she was murdered is like. very evocative of martyrdom i think. these are not personal beliefs of mine i just find it very interesting to look at how people talk about her. personally i think the cultural obsessions around figures like princess diana and marilyn monroe, especially because they're women, are only ever going to grow parasocial and focus around the image or the idea of a person rather than fostering an interest in a historical figure. which. i mean. hey. me and saint sebastian for real :|

um. and then to further implicate myself in this social phenomenon. i am a freak about gerard way and i am not to be trusted around images of them in joan of arc armor or a cheerleader dress. liable to burst into tears or start speaking in tongues i think. i've been too transgender and too into my chemical romance for too long to be anything near normal about that particular person. seeing them in the joan of arc costume made me feel so crazyinsane about religion for so long that i sat down and wrote that first saints quiz. um. and you know actually i do have a poem about the way that it makes me feel so you can just go read that before i say something that's going to make me sound like i have a genuine religious fixation on that guy with like. a wife and kids. see also: trickstersaint poem "there's this feeling i get that i can't describe".

#looking at certain pictures of gerard way makes me feel as if the holy spirit has appeared as a flame over my head. who said that #i'm normal about it prommy it's just that trying to put it into words has me saying shit like that skfjghs #anyway.#not poetry #ask #being addressed as 'saint person' has me screaming. yeah man that's me for real 😭

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barbex · 1 year ago

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Happy Friday to you <3 I would love to see: “I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

For Anders and Hawke if you feel like writing this <3 Have fun <3

Thank you for this prompt for @dadrunkwriting. I hope you don't mind that I used your awesome prompt for a little fenhanders ficlet.

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Years of experience save his ass once again. The sound of armor clanging, and boots stomping, he would hear that over anything. But what made him jump into action, his feet on the ground before his mind has even caught up, is the sound of voices muffled under templar helmets. Hawke always calls them bucket heads, and the hollow sound is fitting for that.

Anders crawls through the small hole he dug through the wall a year ago, when Hawke gave him the key to his basement. That's the path he's taking now, through the rubble that conveniently looks like a broken building from the outside. The tunnel is narrow and dark, but he doesn't dare to light the way with a magelight. The hollow voices are still too close. He doesn't even dare to breathe. So close.

"He has to be here."

"Maybe someone warned him?"

"These people, protecting a mage. A mistake by the Maker."

"It is our duty to protect them from themselves. The refugees down her don't understand that."

"Fereldans, pff."

"Dog fuckers, all of them."

"Templars!" Even through the helmet, this voice exudes authority. Armor creaks as several men and women adjust their positions. "Let's search the place."

Anders nearly snorts. Search, right. More like breaking everything they can see through the eye-slits of their helmets. The sound of wood and glass breaking has him sigh as he mentally calculates how much all these potion bottles cost him, not to mention the ingredients he had to collect and buy. But at least he can move now without fearing to draw attention to himself by any noise he makes as he crawls through the debris.

At last, he can stand up again, facing the door to Hawke's basement. He waits for his breathing to calm down. Does he hate dark and narrow places? For sure. Does he have to endure it? Yes. There's always a price to pay for safety.

He channels his magic into his hand to open the door. It works on the second try, his hand shakes to much to channel the spell precisely. Finally, he steps into the cellar, closes the door behind him, and lets several magelights float from his hand to bathe the room in pale, violet light. He lets out a breath, long and slow, breathes in and out again, slowing his heartbeat.

The magelights bop along the ceiling in front of him as he winds through the dusty shelves. On the other side, steps lead him up the other door, letting him out into main hall of Hawke's mansion. Here, he can finally relax, letting the tension fall from his shoulders.

The massive shape of Muffin, Hawke's mabari greets him with a gentle shove against his leg. He pets his head, and steps over to the fireplace, holding his hands to the warmth of the glowing logs. When he sits down, Muffin comes to his side and they both kind of lean against the other. The pressure of another warm body, even if it's just a drooling dog, is comforting.

He must have dozed off, because the next thing he knows is someone touching his face. With a gasp, he scrambles backwards, falling on his back, before he realises that it's Hawke. Muffin licks his face, trying to calm him in his typical way. "Alright, alright." He shoves the dog away from his face, gently. He means well.

Hawke helps him to sit up, his hand warm on the back of his neck. "Are you alright?"

For a moment, Anders allows himself to drown in Hawke's dark eyes. The care, the warmth in them, for a moment he lives in the dream of Hawke always looking at him like that, only him. But it's only a dream. An annoyed huff from the door quickly pulls him out of the illusion.

"When did you get here?" Fenris asks, frowning at him as he comes closer. He still wears his armor and weapon, like Hawke, Anders only notices now. There are blood spatters on both of them.

"I got here... it was just after the ninth bell when I heard the templars."

"You crawled into the tunnel?" Hawke's hand is still on Anders' neck, gentle pressure to hold and support him.

"Yes, just in time." Anders turns to Hawke, realising how very close he's sitting and quickly looks down to hide his blush. "Without the entrance to your basement..."

"I'm glad you came here," Hawke says. "I —" He glances at Fenris. "We won't let anyone hurt you, you're safe with us."

"Thank you." Anders can't help but look at Fenris as he stands up, trying to read his scowl. Fenris and Hawke have been inseparable for a while and it's common knowledge that he hates Anders, so he is probably less happy that Anders disturbs their evening. At least he doesn't look angry right now, more tired and he moves strangely. "What happened to you two? You look... are you hurt?"

Some kind of wordless conversation passes between Fenris and Hawke, and the elf places his sword on some furniture, takes off his gauntlets and shakes out his arms. He steps over to Anders and glares at him. "Get it over with."

Anders stares back, dumbfounded. "Get over with what?"

Fenris huffs. "Your magic."

Anders keeps staring. The situation feels like he has missed several pages in a story. Before he can say anything, Hawke gets up and steps over to Fenris. "Fen," he says with a slight smile. "I know you have a reputation to uphold, but I think we're past this by now, aren't we?"

With a sigh that sounds like the weight of the whole wide world rests on his shoulders, Fenris takes a step forward and looks at Anders. "I am hurt, please heal me."

It takes Anders several seconds to find his words again. "Heal you? With magic?"

"Yes."

When Fenris keeps looking at him expectantly, he accepts that he heard him right and lets his magic flow into his hands, searching for injuries in Fenris. It's mostly just one cut on his arm, nothing too serious. He clears his throat. "You should take off your shirt, I'd like to see the lyrium lines as I heal the cut."

There's only a short hesitation before Fenris takes off his jerkin and pulls his shirt over his head. He is breathtakingly beautiful, of course, nothing new on that front, and Anders has to wrestle down an attack of jealousy that Hawke gets to see this beauty so often.

Hawke steps behind Fenris, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his neck. Anders has to look away, just watching them is as if he can feel that kiss on his own neck. He loves getting kissed there. But there is nobody in his life to do that.

Focussing on the injury on Fenris' arm, he ignores how beautiful they both look, standing so close, Hawke's hand resting on Fenris' hip, his shoulders rolled forward, looming over him like a protective shield.

Fusing the tissue so that the lyrium lines connect correctly, he lets his magic flow as gently as possible. When he's done, he drops his arms and shakes out his hands. "All done. How did that happen?"

Hawke strokes over Fenris' newly healed arm, and then looks at Anders. "We heard about a templar raid in Darktown. A bunch of templars at your clinic thought we would help them look for a healer."

Fenris turns his piercing gaze onto Anders. "They thought wrong."

Anders looks from one to the other. "What were you doing at my clinic?"

"Looking for you, mage," Fenris spits out.

"Why?"

"Because they templars were obviously hunting you." Fenris glares at him and then turns away, stepping in front of the fireplace, and directs his glare towards the flames.

But you... you don't have to do that." Anders looks at Hawke. "Both of you, I can take care of myself, you don't have to drag Fenris into these things."

"It was Fenris who dragged me along," Hawke says, grinning. "Smacked my sandwich out of my hand and yelled at me to hurry up."

"Fenris?"

Hawke puts his hands on his shoulders, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. "He cares. Just like I do."

Frozen like a statue, Anders can only stare at Hawke. Behind him, Fenris speaks, haltingly, as if the words are difficult to form. "You... are a friend. I will not... see you hurt."

"But..." Anders wants to turn around when suddenly, Fenris is much closer than before, his arms wrapping around him from behind. In the next moment, soft lips press against his neck and his knees nearly buckle.

"Well, well." Hawke grins at him, holding him up by his shoulders. "I tried to get him to use his words, but I guess this also gets the point across."

Anders fails to find the words he needs. "But... you are... the two of you..."

"And you," Fenris says softly. "If you want that."

"Me?" Now Anders turns around to look at Fenris. "You, Hawke, and me? You want that?"

Fenris looks up at him, looking more vulnerable than ever. "If you want it too."

Hawke comes between them, wrapping his massive arms around both their shoulders. "We would love to have you with us." He leans over, kissing Anders' temple. "Can you give us a chance?"

A smiles spreads on Anders' face. He looks at Fenris. "May I kiss you?"

Fenris steps closer. "You may."

When their lips meet, Hawke pulls them closer, wrapping them into his warmth.

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milkyytae · 10 months ago

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Midnight Secret

(gif isn't mine credit to owner)

Hey.

I know, it's been years. Most of you probably don't even use tumblr anymore. I've been lurking around tumblr this past month and rediscovered a lot of my old fics. I stumbled across this one I had started back in 2018 probably. And idk, it spoke to me. So I finished it. Here's a bit of office romance for you guys.

Love ya xoxo

-9540 words

Oneshot

smut, fluff?

Pairing: Female Reader x Kim Taheyung

Genre: Office AU

~ The office player has been trying to get you for months, maybe tonight is the night you give in. ~

music rec: poison - brent faiyez

thinkin bout you - frank ocean

break from toronto - partynextdoor

masterlist

4 pm. The usual tick of the clock resonated across the room as your boss, Ms.white’s voice kept going for ages, you thought she would never shut up. You lifted your eyes up from the small drawings you had scribbled on a piece of paper. There it was again, the usual gaze. It was a bit annoying after a while. Couldn’t he let it go? You thought you had made the message clear months ago but apparently not. Kim Taehyung kept hoping that one day you would be his. He was handsome and most women in this office gawked at him whenever he walked by but you had your eyes set on someone else. You cut the awkward stare by looking Namjoon’s way who was sitting across the table. His brows were furrowed as he concentrated on the meeting, fuck he was hot. Your crush on him was getting worse and worse, he was everything you wanted in a man. You should have been listening to the conversation around the table, it sounded quite important but you couldn’t help but gaze at your coworker’s traits. His eyes were fixed on Yixing who was talking he took a few notes of what was being said and placed the old pen back in between his pink lips.

Your mind slowly drifted off to that one night when you got a taste of those lips. It had happened last week on a Friday night and you remembered all the details perfectly. You were wearing a deep red dress and sipping on champagne at a work party while chatting with your friend Summer. Namjoon joined the both of you, in his tightly fitted suit with a lovely smile plastered on his face. The conversation went well and so did the flirting to which you were surprised he responded too. Something was starting between you so Summer seeing that her presence was a bit of a burden decided to leave you both. Later on just before you left the party he walked you outside and it happened. He cupped your cheek and pulled you in by the waist before crashing a kiss upon your lips. It was just as you expected, he tasted of champagne and his touch did not fail to electrify your skin. However, not much contact had been established between you since. You thought it was the beginning of something but there was nothing. Only the usual greetings and farewells. You usually thought of it in the most inconvenient moments, such as this meeting.

You noticed it was a usual habit of his to chew on something, either gum or a pen and knowing such small details about him just proved how doomed you were. Rumours were that he had a girlfriend. It was probably rubbish, he wouldn’t have kissed you if he was in a relationship, he wasn’t that type of guy.

Summer was the only one to know about all of this but you suspected Taehyung had his doubts about it too. You caught him more than once sending glares Namjoon’s way.

Suddenly you felt a nudge on your side pulling you away from your thoughts you realised not only Summer but the rest of the group was staring at you.

“Y/N I asked you a question.” your boss stated and she was clearly annoyed. You hadn’t listened and there was no valuable excuse you could give her.

“I’m sorry, I zoned out for a couple of seconds,” you muttered a flush of red rising to your cheeks.

She sighed and repeated herself, “I asked you to share your opinions on what Taehyung just suggested.”

Fuck, you didn’t listen to that either. You didn’t even realise he had spoken at all. You looked over at Taehyung only to see him smiling at you, obviously finding this quite amusing. There was no way out of this, so you just spat out some words hoping they would make a little sense as you gripped on the hem of your skirt nervously. After you spoke there was an awkward silence and you saw from the corner of your eye Summer had facepalmed after listening to your nonsense. You could feel your cheeks glowing with heat, you probably looked like a giant tomato by now. You just had to make a fool out of yourself in front of not only your boss but Namjoon too. Your boss coughed to get people’s attention and quickly moved on seeing that you had humiliated yourself enough.

The meeting soon ended, everyone got up from their seats and began to leave. You followed the group grabbing your scribbled papers and your runny pen. But before you could leave you heard your boss’s stern voice calling your name. Summer turned around with an apologetic look as you both knew what was coming for you she muttered “I’ll get you a coffee.” and hurried out.

You faced your boss, “Yes ma’am?” you said, hoping that she wouldn’t be too harsh.

She lifted herself from her seat with a disapproving look. She glared at you from her short height as she stopped only a meter away from you. She was everything but pleased with your attitude. Although she wasn’t tall she was intimidating her very presence in a room made all heads turn. You felt a small shiver run down your spine as she pursed her lips in search of the right words to say. Maybe it was the way she kept her head high in all situations, or her black suit and bold lipstick. Maybe it was just the way she looked at everyone in a superior manner, or just the flick of her hair before she spoke. Either way, you were in trouble and you crossed your fingers not to get fired.

“How many times have you zoned out this month?” she questioned.

“It was only this once,” you replied and hoped she’d believe your big lie. Sadly she didn’t.

“Don’t lie.” she snapped, her eyes pierced through your own and you knew that you were fucked. You couldn’t hold her stare so your eyes drifted to your feet and you slumped your shoulders slightly like a small child who got caught in the middle of mischief.

“If it ever happens again, you’ll get kicked out. I can’t waste time and money on employees like you. Understood?”

You nodded your head, there was nothing much else you could do in this situation, it was best to shut up.

“Tonight you’ll help Taehyung with the files I assigned him. Consider that an act of kindness I should have fired you on the spot.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” you muttered finally having the courage to look at her fiery green eyes.

“You may leave, I’ve had enough of you.” she sighed.

You turned your heels eager to get out of the room before suffocating under the tense atmosphere. Just as you reached the door she called, “Oh and Y/N, get over Namjoon. I believe he’s already taken.” You gawked at her while she packed her stuff ignoring your presence. How on earth did she find out?

“That’s all,” she spoke encouraging you to leave. You snapped out of it and finally left.

***

“So how did it go?” Summer asked as she handed you a coffee.

You took the drink and drank a big gulp of coffee, and sighed “Next time she catches me zoning out I’m fired.”

You felt like shit, you almost got fired all because you were too occupied by Namjoon’s good looks. You needed to get yourself back together.

“Wow you got lucky, she’s fired people for less than that.” she smiled from her behind her computer screen in front of you. She was right, but that didn’t mean you weren’t fucked nonetheless.

“Yeah…” you looked out of the window upon the street like you usually did when you needed to escape the office for a moment. “I got assigned paperwork with Taehyung tonight, and knowing Ms.White there’s a shitload of it.” you groaned before slumping into the back of your seat and chucking your head backwards to stare at the white ceiling. Out of nowhere, Taehyung’s face appeared in your sight with a big grin he exclaimed, “So you’re going to help me out tonight?”

You almost squealed, “Fuck Taehyung!” you hissed, “Yes I am. It’s not as if I have much of a choice.”

He chuckled “You shouldn’t have gawked so much at Namjoon, I am much better looking.”

It was true that Taehyung was drop-dead gorgeous, there was no denying that, but he wasn’t Namjoon. “Yeah right.” you scoffed, his cockiness annoyed you.

“Oh my poor Y/N.” he sighed teasingly, “Did you not know that he has a girlfriend? I am afraid you don’t stand a chance with him.”

“What happens between me and Namjoon is none of your concern.” you snapped, you had had enough already, Taehyung was jealous but that wasn’t a reason for him to act like such a prick.

He smirked “Namjoon isn’t good enough for you,” he gently bent over to whisper by your ear “Pick me instead baby.”

“Why?” you hissed your face dangerously close to his.

“I can make you come like no one else, ask Sarah.”

Summer’s head suddenly popped out from behind her computer screen “Oh my god you fucked Sarah?!”

He nodded, and you rolled your eyes at his proud look. While Summer was freaking out about this newfound gossip to tell people on her break. Taehyung turned around your way and said with a wink “Think about it, baby.”

You ignored your blushing cheeks and exclaimed as he walked away “Shalln't.”

It was true that you found him attractive and that his flirting was flattering considering the fact that everyone in the office would die to be in your place but he still annoyed you. So did that rumour about Namjoon having a girlfriend. You were starting to have doubts, you needed to talk to him. That kiss you shared you were sure it meant something. You felt a spark, and you knew he had felt it too. He wouldn’t have kissed you if he was in a relationship, he never would have. You decided that you would go talk to him before he left work.

“Namjoon!” you called before he exited the building. He turned around and gave you the most adorable smile, you tried to keep your composure, now was not the time to get flustered.

“Hey, is this about the files I am supposed to send you? I know I’m late I’m sorry I was going to send them when I got home.”

“Oh, no. That’s not it.” You bit the inside of your cheek nervously, you didn’t know how he would react. After all, neither of you had talked about what happened that night, you had no idea how he would react. “Listen,” you sighed before putting your hand on his arm and gently tugging him to the side, “I want to talk about-” you mustered up some courage and finally said it, “about the kiss.”

His eyes opened widely, he wasn’t expecting that. “Oh- Oh I- uh- what exactly about it?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck this wasn’t going as you had hoped, you were hoping he wouldn’t get so uncomfortable at the mention of it, that perhaps he would even kiss you again, but that was just another of your stupid fantasies. “You see Namjoon-” you began, “I felt something when we kissed, but I was wondering what it was all about? Why did you kiss me?”

He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, “Fuck,” he sighed before looking back at you, “I fucked up real bad, you know Y/N?”

“What? Why?”

“You have no idea do you?”

“No, should I?”

“You haven’t heard the rumours?”

“Yeah, I have,” then it hit you, “you have a girlfriend?”

He nodded, and you felt your heartthrob, there went all your hopes of ever becoming his.

“Since when?”

“It’s been a while now,” you gave him an insisting look, and he got the message, “Yes, I was with her when I kissed you.”

You couldn’t believe it, you were so deep into the idea that he liked you back that you didn’t think it was possible.

“Why did you do it then?”

“I was kind of drunk and I had just had a fight with my girl and you were there and you were openly flirting and it- it just happened Y/N.” he sighed again.

“So you were never interested in something more?” your voice broke a bit, you were struggling to grasp what was going on. Was he rejecting you? He couldn’t be? It had to be some kind of sick joke. That night, he seemed so sincere. Or maybe you were just that naive.

“No I’m sorry.” you stayed silent in shock, “Listen, I have to go I’ll see you around,” he said and just walked away as if nothing had happened.

Well fuck you just got rejected in the worst way possible. You had put your hopes too high again. You snapped out of your daze and walked back to your desk with all your disappointment weighing on your shoulders. You had been such a fool, everyone knew, but you. The whole office believed the rumour except you. You just kept dreaming about being his. How fucking stupid of you. Everyone was leaving the office, and only a few people were left sitting at their desks to finish their work. One of them was eating a sandwich and you could smell the fresh bread from where you were. Your stomach rumbled, you hadn’t brought anything to eat with you. You weren’t expecting to stay late at work tonight. You wondered how you would get food tonight, and just as you were thinking about it Taehyung approached,

“Hey, you hungry?” he asked with his usual grin. You looked up at him and wondered if you wanted to go out to eat with him. Why not? You just got rejected by your crush you had nothing to lose.

“Fuck yes, I am.” for once you smiled at him, he seemed somewhat startled by your sudden change of attitude towards him. He pretended like it was nothing and proceeded to ask: “How about we get food together?”

“Sure!” you exclaimed excited to finally get some food in your belly.

***

“So how’s that sushi treating you?” Taehyung chuckled as you were stuffing your face with the most amazing food you had ever tried.

“This is fucking delicious! I can’t believe I didn’t know this place,” you exclaimed as you dipped your sashimi in soy sauce.

“Yeah, it’s pretty amazing, my brother owns this place.” he smiled gently.

“Huh? You have a brother?” For some reason, you had never imagined him having any family at all. He was just Taehyung the handsome fuckboy that gawked at you while you were on the phone with your clients.

“I have 2 actually, Jungkook and Jimin.” he said while still chewing his food, “They’re little shits but I love them to death.”

“That’s kind of cute,” you said as you started to realise that there was more to this man than you thought. The realisation that you might have misjudged him was starting to make you a bit uncomfortable. It was hard picturing someone who said things like “I’ll make you come like no one else” with a family. Having him around kind of felt like having a default NPC at the office, one whose role was to flirt with you and make you uncomfortable.

“So, when did you and Sarah get together?” you asked, in an attempt to change the subject. You didn’t feel like getting too personal with him.

He didn’t even bat an eye when you asked that question and just said bluntly “Last month actually, I wasn’t expecting it to happen to be honest.”

You scoffed “Yeah right”

“What?” he exclaimed looking up at you in disbelief. you couldn’t help but notice how cute his expression was. He looked like a shocked little puppy with his big brown eyes.

“As if you weren’t constantly prowling around the office. Kim Taehyung the all-mighty predator, ready to pounce on poor little Sarah.”

“Is that really how you picture me?” he almost looked saddened by the simple thought.

You were a bit embarrassed now, maybe you had been a bit too harsh. “I mean-” caught off guard by his reaction you stuttered slightly “That’s kind of the image you give off though.”

He looked down and smiled “I guess you’re right, I do kind of prowl around don’t I?” he looked back up at you with a flicker in his eyes and a big grin. “But come on, Sarah was practically begging for it.” He took a high-pitched voice and started imitating her “Oh Taehyuuuuung, would you please help me with this document, it won’t send for some reason” he batted his eyes and pouted his lips. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing, it was spot on. Indeed, she had always found some ridiculous reason to get his attention, not being able to use the copier, getting him a coffee, or asking for help with her emails and always while batting her eyes at him and pouting slightly. You had always found it a bit much.

You started joking around together about Sarah and other people in the office. As you spent supper gobbling sushi and laughing wholeheartedly, you started to realise that he wasn’t too bad after all.

As you approached the end of the meal someone walked over to your table “Hey bro, how’s it going?”

Teahyung jumped to his feet and exclaimed “Jungkook, my man,” He embraced the stranger and you caught a glimpse of him over Teahyung’s shoulder. “It’s going good, I’ve missed you!”

Jungkook released himself from the embrace and turned towards you, he grinned “And who is this fine lady?” He even gave you a wink, you then realised. Jungkook. This was Teahyung’s brother.

“Come on man, this is my colleague Y/N”

“Nice to meet you,” you said politely and extended out your hand. Jungkook gently shook it, and smiled “Ohhh Y/N pleasure to finally meet you. This one’s been talking about you quite a lot” he teasingly elbowed Taehyung who looked like he was blushing slightly.

“Oh shut up already” he sighed, but Jungkook continued “I mean Y/N you can’t imagine how bummed out he was last month when you-” he was cut off

“Hey Jungkookie why don’t I tip you extra and you shut the fuck up. Right?” Although he wasn’t facing you you could tell his expression had stiffened and his voice had raised slightly. Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck and quickly shook off his embarrassment.

“Make sure you tip me real nice Tae.” he winked “Have a nice evening guys” and walked off.

You observed Taehyung’s expression, wondering what exactly had got him so upset. It wasn’t at all in his character to raise his voice even a little. You cocked your head slightly, fiddling with your chopsticks to calm your nerves. Jungkook’s words played back in your mind “You can’t imagine how upset he was last month” What had you done last month? You couldn’t recall anything in particular? You really wanted to know what he was talking about but when you caught Taehyung’s eye you thought that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. You preferred to avoid all embarrassing conversations. You knew he had a slight crush on you, that was all you needed to know. You weren’t interested so there was no point in bringing it up. That would just be mean.

It was time for you to leave and go back to the office. As you stepped outside you realised it was pouring. This summer had been pretty dry so far so you hadn’t even brought your coat with you. All you were wearing was a pencil skirt and a white shirt. Teahyung stood next to you contemplating the rain with his hands in his pockets. You were still standing under the porch in front of the restaurant. You both looked defeated.

“I don’t have an umbrella” he sighed.

“Neither do I.” you looked up at the sky as if that would change anything. All you could see were grey clouds. “I think it’s going to go on for a while.” You checked your phone, 8 pm. You had to be back at work soon if you wanted to finish work before midnight. “We need to get going.”

Taehyung looked at you with a cheeky smile on his face, “Should we run for it?”

“Huh?” he wanted you to run back to the office? With these heels? “You can’t be serious?”

“Oh come on, it’s not that far.” He was right, the office was only two blocks away. “First one there wins.” you could tell he was getting excited just by the idea. You looked down at your feet and contemplated your shiny red heels. You could run in these. However, it would hurt like hell.

He realised why you were hesitant, “I could carry you there you know.” You looked him in the eyes. To be honest the offer was tempting. But the idea of being pressed up against him made you uneasy. He would have his fingers digging into your bare thighs as your arms would be wrapped around his broad shoulders. It was out of the question.

“Absolutely not Kim Taehyung.” you snapped. “Come on then. Last one loses.” and with that, you set off and started running.

“Hey! That’s cheating Y/N!” you heard him starting to run behind you. The cold rain whipped your cheeks. You kept your eyes on the pavement, making sure not to misplace your feet and fall over. Taehyung quickly caught up with you and teased you as he ran by “I thought you’d be faster than that.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him “Oh shut u-” Just as you started insulting him you felt your heel snap and your ankle gave away. You didn’t have time to do anything about it, you were on the ground. You caught yourself with your hands and scraped them on the pavement.

Taehyung turned around “Y/N!” he exclaimed “Are you okay?” he came back towards you and you felt his big warm hands press against your shoulders. There you were on all fours looking at the floor. You had never been so humiliated. First Ms.White, then Namjoon and now this. You felt yourself tearing up slightly. It had been a shit day and it felt like the shock of the fall was just shoving all of your repressed emotions back out. You could feel your throat clench as you tried to keep them down. Your lip was trembling ever so slightly and you gulped on air trying to regain your composure. Why had Namjoon kissed you? Why would he even do such a thing? You were most likely going to be fired too. Fucking stupid Ms.White. You felt yourself starting to spiral. Those were your favourite heels as well. You stared at your hands and swallowed back your tears. Teahyung helped you back onto your feet. “I’m okay, I’m okay,” you muttered, not daring to even look him in the eye. He could probably tell how upset you were.

“Oh no you’re bleeding Y/N” Taehyung said softly. You looked down at your knees and noticed blood trickling down your right leg, “Perfect” you thought. You tried keeping your composure and just stood there looking miserable. Taehyung didn’t say a word, he picked up the broken piece of your heel and gently approached you. You felt a warmth on your thighs and before you knew it you were in the airs. He was carrying you. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck to not fall off.

“Let’s get you inside,” he said softly. You felt the warmth of his body through his wet shirt and felt slightly comforted. You were too down to say anything about it, and the proximity wasn’t as uncomfortable as you had imagined. It was actually quite nice. His thumbs massaged your skin gently as he carried you across the block to your office. After a couple minutes, you let your head rest against him as you did you swear you felt his grip tighten around you and heard a small sigh escape his lips. A small tear trickled down your face.

Soon enough you had arrived back at the office. You expected him to put you down by the time you had reached the door. But he didn’t. He kept you in his arms and entered the elevator. He pressed the button and the lift brought you both upstairs in silence. All you could hear was his breath. None of you had said a word since he had started carrying you. He walked over to your desk and sat you down on it. He paused briefly standing between your legs his hands moving slowly up and down your thighs. You could feel his breath on your face and you stared at his lips. You had never noticed just how plump and pink they were.

After a couple of seconds, Teahyung broke the silence and pulled himself away from you. “We should get that patched up before you put more blood everywhere” he chuckled. You were confused at first and then noticed that his shirt was covered in your blood.

You gasped “Oh no! Taehyung, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” he chuckled. As you stared at his chest you noticed that his shirt was not only stained but also completely transparent because of the rain. His shirt was clinging to his skin and you could see how well-built he was under his clothes. No wonder all the women at work wanted a taste. He was looking quite handsome, his hair was all wet and fell onto his forehead. His cheeks were slightly pink after walking in the cold and probably from having to carry you in. He had rolled up his sleeves revealing his veiny arms and you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he was. He looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. As he walked away you looked down at yourself and realised that your shirt was also completely see-through and your black laced bra was on full display. Of course, it was. You imagined just how stupid you looked right now. Your eyes were swollen, hands and knees scraped, hair drenched, your shirt completely see-through and a missing heel on your shoes. Pathetic.

Taehyung came back with a box of plasters and some disinfectant. He was about to take care of it for you but you stood up and took the products from his hands. “Thanks,” you muttered, “let’s get our work done and head home.”

He took a step back and teased “So serious, I don’t know why Ms.White hates you so bad.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. Soon enough you were both back to work.

10 pm. You weren’t anywhere close to being done. You had to work at least one more hour. You looked at the pile of files to your right and collapsed dramatically on your desk “When will this torture be over,” you whined.

You heard some glass clinking “Hey, Y/N,” you lifted your head and caught Taehyung’s cheeky gaze. He was holding a bottle in his hand “I got us some Sake.”

You grinned, you could use a pick-me-up right about now. “Count me in” you grinned.

He poured you a drink and you downed it. You continued your work. Then drank another shot, then another. And another. Your cheeks were burning up slightly and your focus was a bit all over the place.

“Hey Y/N”

“What again,” you sighed. Taehyung had been pestering you all night.

“Why were you so sad earlier?” he asked.

You lifted your head and there he was, yet again, staring at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“Namjoon rejected me today,” you answered bluntly. You didn’t want to go into details. “He has a girlfriend apparently.”

To your surprise, Taehyung laughed. Shocked you stuttered “What’s- What’s so funny?”

“He’s always, and I mean always been an asshole. I feel like I’m the only one who sees it here.”

“He’s actually really nice.” you defended him. You liked Namjoon, he had always been kind to you, and he was funny, smart and caring. But he was also an asshole. A huge asshole. But you didn’t feel like admitting that just yet.

“Of course, you would say that” he scoffed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you raised your voice slightly. You realised the alcohol had taken a bit more of a toll on you than you had planned.

“I just mean that he doesn’t deserve your attention. You’ve only ever had eyes for him.” he started mumbling something unintelligible.

You pulled your chair over to his desk. “What did I do last month?”

“Huh? Wh- What?” he adverted his gaze flustered. You never imagined you would see him like this, he was always so confident.

“Your brother, he mentioned something I did last month,” you insisted. Teahyung looked down and started tapping his pen on his desk.

“Last month,” he started “I was talking to Namjoon and he was telling me how much he wanted to in his words “fuck you”.” Those words struck you in the chest. It felt like someone had punched the air out of you. What the actual fuck? Namjoon said that? You couldn’t believe it.

“Fuck me?” you exclaimed, you had never heard Namjoon talk like that. Come to think of it, you could recall a couple of times at last week’s party where he had a few unsettling things about people he had dated in the past. However, you had chosen to ignore whatever he had said. The more you thought about it the more you started to believe Taehyung. Your heart ached, you had been so stupid. This whole time you thought Namjoon actually liked you.

“He told me he thought you had the perfect lips to suck him off or whatever,” he placed his face in his hands as if he was struggling to say it, “I- I don’t know he said a bunch of other things. That day I wanted to tell you. To warn you, you know. Cos I could tell you liked him.” Had you been that obvious? Was the whole office aware of how you felt about him? “I headed towards the break room where you were hanging out with Summer. And I don’t know- You were just ranting about how much you liked Namjoon and-” he couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence. You didn't understand why he was being so dramatic about it all. You slumped back into your seat “I-” you started but he immediately cut you off.

“Listen,” he said, “I know- I know how it feels to like someone so much,” he looked up at you and locked his eyes with yours “and for them not to like you back.”

Then it hit you. Of course, he was talking about you. You remembered that day. Namjoon had offered to help you with some work at a local coffee shop that weekend and you were ecstatic. You couldn’t shut up about it. Summer couldn’t bear hearing about it anymore by the end of the day. Taehyung had walked in during your coffee break and you had ignored his offer to pour you some coffee and just kept ranting about how great Namjoon was. You always gave Taehyung the cold shoulder. You stared back at him in silence for a few seconds realising that maybe you had been kind of a bitch to him, “Listen, I- I didn’t know you felt that deeply about it.”

“Yeah, I kind of do,” he smiled and you couldn’t help but notice a small dimple on his left cheek. “I mean at least I understand how much this sucks for you right?” he started pouring you another shot.

“Yeah it fucking sucks. “ you agreed. However, you were already starting to feel a bit better about it. Knowing that he had said those awful things about you kind of disgusted you. All Namjoon wanted was to get his dick wet apparently. He would have done it if he had had the chance. You couldn’t believe you had fallen for his act.

“Cheers to that,” you raised your glass and downed the burning liquor.

“Look at us,” you sighed “Workers of the week”.

“You know what we should do?” mischief sparkled in Taehyung’s eyes and you were intrigued to know what he was about to suggest.

“What?” you asked excited to know the answer. The liquor had enhanced your enthusiasm.

“Come on,” he took your hand and dragged you towards Namjoon’s desk. You looked at him confused. Taehyung snorted and then violently spat on Namjoon’s chair. You burst out laughing. “Fuuuuuuck” you exclaimed. You looked at the wet patch of saliva left on the chair slowly sinking into the fabric “Ewwww” you squealed.

“Your turn now, I dare you”, Taehyung shoved you towards the chair. You stared down at it and spat right away. No second thoughts. Namjoon deserved to sit in a gross chair. He was a cheater and a liar.

“Wow, I didn’t expect you to actually go for it.”

You turned around and saw Taehyung standing then in slight shock. “Turns out you’re quite nice Tae” you blurted out. He was nice. You don’t know why you had never noticed before.

“Of course, I’m fucking nice Y/N,” he cocked his head while looking confused.

You rested yourself on the desk behind you. “So was Sarah your rebound last month?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Yeah, she was. I told you I wasn’t really expecting it to happen.” He bit down on his lip as if he was holding something else back before blurting out “You’re the only one I want Y/N.”

You felt blood rushing to your cheeks. It was flattering, and you found yourself quite embarrassed. All you found to say was “I’m sorry I was so harsh on you.” you really were sorry. For months on end, you knew he had a thing for you. Yet, you always went out of your way to be extra mean to him when you had the chance. You didn’t know why. Maybe you thought he was just another fuckboy trying to get into your pants. In the end, that person turned out to be Namjoon. You couldn’t be more disgusted.

“That’s ok.” he blushed a little and looked down at his feet embarrassed. You stood up from the desk and got closer to him. You gently brushed his hair out of his face. For some reason your hand found itself pressed against his burning cheek. You noticed when glancing over his shoulder “It’s almost midnight Tae”. Tae. It was the first time you ever called him that. You heard his close friends use that nickname and you quite liked how it felt rolling off your tongue. Tae.

You were about to remove your hand to get back to work but Taehyung pressed his hand against yours to stop you from moving away. His other hand gripped your waist and suddenly his lips crashed onto yours. You were slightly taken aback by the sudden kiss and felt your muscles tense up a bit. However, within seconds you allowed yourself to sink into the tender kiss. His soft lips pressed against yours, your cheeks were burning and his hands started to slowly roam around your body. He separated from you and you stared into each other’s eyes. His eyes were pitch black and his cheeks were flushed red. He looked over to the clock “It’s midnight now,” he whispered, “we should get back-”. You didn’t let him finish his sentence and hungrily kissed him. He tasted sweet like Sake. You slid your hands under his damp shirt. You had been eyeing his chest ever since you had come back from the restaurant. The feel of his burning skin against yours made your juices start to flow. You wanted more. Taehyung lifted you onto Namjoon’s desk and you wrapped your legs around him. The kiss became deeper and deeper as your tongues intertwined. You could feel his hardening length press up against your core.

Soon enough he tore your top off and all the buttons of your shirt went flying away. You didn’t even care. His mouth attacked your neck as his left hand cupped your breast. His other hand pushed you against his throbbing dick. You could feel how big it was through the fabric. The heat between your legs started to trickle down your legs. Your underwear was getting wet, and fast. As Taehyung left wet kisses down your neck and made his way down to your breasts he smoothly unclipped your bra. You could tell he was used to this. His tongue attacked your hard nipples and you let out a soft moan “Tae”. Your hand cupped the back of his head and you massaged him, encouraging him to keep going. He bit down on your tender bud before softly pulling on it. You let your head tilt back, fuck it felt good. As he kept devouring your chest you let out soft whimpers. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Kim Taehyung was eating your tits and you were letting him. In fact, you wanted him to. You wanted him to fuck you. Right here, right now in this office. You could feel your pussy throbbing. You needed to be touched. You lifted Taehyung’s face and kissed him plentifully. You lifted his shirt off of him and finally got to take in just how gorgeous this man was. You stood up and quickly fetched a clean chair. Taehyung looked slightly confused. You came over towards him and kissed him on the neck before descending his chest. His skin smelt like vanilla and aftershave. Soon you reached his belt which you unbuckled swiftly before starting to pull down his trousers. Taehyung let out a sigh as he realised what was about to happen. As you tugged on his underwear, you released his cock and had to keep in a gasp. You heard him chuckle and realised that your jaw had dropped. There it was, Kim Taehyung’s massive cock on full display all pink and throbbing impatiently. You looked up at him with a satisfied smile and pushed him down onto the chair. You got onto your knees eager to taste him. He stared at you impatient for you to touch him. You started by gently kissing his inner thighs, slowly approaching his length. You finally grabbed it with your right hand as the other one rested on his thigh for balance. “It’s so big” you muttered as you stared at him. “Of course it is babygirl” he teased. Usually, that kind of nickname would have made you cringe. But there was something about the way he said it that made your pussy clench. You then proceeded to lick his length from the base to the tip, getting a small sigh of relief from Taehyung’s lips. You let your mouth slide onto his red tip and let your tongue swirl slowly around it. You noticed his grip tighten on the armrest. You looked up at him and stared into his hungry eyes. Soon enough, your head was bobbing up and down his length as your hand followed the rhythm. You tried going as deep as possible without gagging and your eyes were tearing up slightly as his dick hit the back of your throat. It was so worth it. Taehyung was biting down on his lips and letting out small moans “Y/N”, “Fuck”, “Don’t stop”. It was the hottest thing you had ever laid your eyes on. There he was at your mercy. His fingers dug into the leather armrests, and his chest was heaving as he took heavy breaths and whimpered under your touch. You locked eyes with him and picked up the pace. He moaned and hissed “Fuck Y/N you’re such a good girl taking my big cock.”

You moaned in satisfaction against his dick. “You love sucking me off don’t you” he teased, “go deeper babygirl”. You obeyed and shoved his length deeper, you almost gagged and he sighed “Good girl”. Your panties were drenching. You rubbed your thighs together to get some release but in vain. “You taste so good Tae” you whispered before taking in his length yet again. Your hand crept down from Taehyung’s thigh to between your own. Your fingers rubbed themselves against your wet panties. Your pussy was desperate, you needed to be touched. Just the delicate touch of your fingers sent shivers down your spine. You started letting your fingers trace your folds, going up and down in the same motion as your head on Tae’s cock. Taehyung noticed and chuckled “That’s my job baby,” he gently pushed you off his throbbing length. Before you knew it he had picked you and slammed you onto Namjoon’s desk. He quickly pulled down your tight skirt and underwear before spreading your thighs. “Fuck” he let out “you’re so beautiful Y/N” and you felt yourself blushing.

His lips devoured you as he pushed your body onto the table. Your head was resting on a pile of files. Taehyung’s nimble fingers slid down your body towards your core. As his fingertips met your centre and started running up and down your folds, you couldn’t help but let out another moan “I want you to fuck me so bad”. You could feel him smile against your neck as you said that.

“You can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to hear that”. His fingers swiftly entered you and started gliding in and out. His thumb roamed around searching for your clit. He knew he found it when you let out a hiss. His whole body was pressed against yours and you could feel his hard cock resting on your thigh. His fingers started going a bit faster and curled inside of you, hitting your sweet spot. His thumb slowly picked up the pace too and you found yourself gripping the sides of the desk. His mouth attacked your neck once more, this time sucking and biting on your skin before gently licking the sore spots.

You whimpered as his fingers hit your G-spot yet again. “Tae- fuck- don’t stop”. He obeyed and continued at the same rhythm, his thumb applying just a bit more pressure on your clit. You could feel your muscles starting to tense up. Fuck it felt so good.

“Are you going to come for me Y/N?” Taehyung asked between kisses. You couldn’t even find the strength to answer and could only let out a small moan.

He asked again, “Y/N” and his fingers sped up. “I asked, are you going to come for me?” you could tell how pleased he was with himself.

You could feel the pleasure starting to ripple from your core. “Yes” you whined, there it was. The heat poured from your pussy and crashed across your body “Yes Tae, fuck yes.” You arched your back and felt yourself convulse. “Fuck” you sighed as your muscles trembled, “fuck”.

Taehyung leaned back and looked at you his eyes full of lust. “Now let me fuck you babygirl”. He grabbed a condom out of nowhere and slid it onto his length. You were surprised something so small could fit on something so big. He cocked his head and innocently smiled at you. Taken aback by this sudden change of expression you didn’t even notice him grab his cock and point it towards your pussy. Suddenly he shoved himself inside you, you were so wet it glided in without effort. You both moaned as he entered your walls. Your hands found their way to his back and your legs wrapped around his waist.

He started motioning back and forth between your legs. “Tae” you whined, it was slightly embarrassing just how vulnerable he made you.

“Fuck Y/N,” he whimpered as he grabbed your hips “you feel so good on my cock.” he slammed his length inside you once more and you both gasped for air. He started pushing himself inside of you repeatedly and you could hear his heavy breathing beside your ear. You clawed at his back and encouraged him by tightening the grip your legs had on his waist. Small moans kept escaping your swollen lips.

He leaned backwards and although reticent to let him escape your embrace at first, you couldn’t help but gasp when you saw just how beautiful this man was. There he was standing between your legs. His skin glistening with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead thrusting his hips back and forth, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

His lips were smothered in your lipstick and slightly open as soft moans repeatedly escaped his plump lips. “Fuck you’re so hot Tae”.

He grinned at your words and slammed himself further inside of you making you whine some more. He grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders offering his cock a new angle. A better angle, you instantly moaned as his length hit your walls. There it was, he had found the spot and he knew it. He bit down on his bottom lip and let his hand creep up between your legs. You looked at him impatiently. He started rocking back and forth and his thumb attached your clit again. Your moans became louder. You could feel your juices flowing down your thighs. Your chest heaved as you tried to keep a steady breath. Your grip around the edge of the desk tightened yet again. If he kept going like this you would come again. “Don’t stop.” you whined.

“Hmm?” he hummed, “Sorry babygirl I didn’t hear that.” he cooed and he slightly slowed down the pace.

“No,” you pleaded, “Please”. You couldn’t bare him stopping now, you needed him to fuck you harder.

“I can’t hear you Y/N.” he kissed your calf as to encourage you, and pushed himself inside of you slowly.

You finally mustered up the courage to scream “Please- Tae-” you panted “Fuck me- Harder”.

He grinned in satisfaction “Good girl” and slammed his cock inside you. You both gasped and he began rocking back and forth. He pressed his left hand on your lower stomach to keep you in place as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. His other hand focused on your clit and there it was again. The heat was taking over your body, and spreading from your centre to the rest of your body.

“That’s it, baby,” he hummed pleased with himself “Let yourself go.” and with those words, there it was again. Your orgasm crashed onto you as a massive wave and all you could do was let the moans escape, louder and louder. Your walls clenched around Taehyung’s length as you spasmed.

You noticed he started grunting louder and his head had tilted back. “Come for me Tae,” you moaned. He chuckled and picked up the pace. There you were. Both moaning and hissing loudly. The desk was shaking under you both. Pens and papers falling to the floor. You finished your orgasm and all your muscles relaxed.

You looked up at Teahyung who was on the verge of cumming. “I love your big cock Tae,” you hummed and clenched your walls around him.

And there it was he moaned louder and let his eyes roll to the back of his head. Sweat trickled down his forehead. “Fuck Y/N- ah- fuck-”

He slowed down, your legs slid down from his shoulders and he let himself crash on top of you. You were both lying there catching your breath. Your hands caressed his hair gently and you closed your eyes fully relaxed in his presence. You felt his heart beating against you and kissed him softly on the top of his head. The haze from the Sake was starting to clear up and you were slowly realising what had actually happened.

Teahyung lifted himself from on top of you and slowly pulled himself out. He grabbed a box of tissues and kneeled before your open legs. He took one and started cleaning up “God you’re made a mess” he teased and you playfully kicked him “Shut up, it’s your fault”.

He kissed the inside of your thigh tenderly before sliding your panties back on.

You both got dressed in silence after that.

1 am. You sat back down at your desks and finished your work quietly. You weren’t sure what to do after what had happened. It all happened so fast. One second you were working, the next you were drunk and getting fucked on Namjoon’s desk.

1:30 am. The rest of the work had been done rather quickly. None of you had said a word the whole time. You sat there staring at Taehyung, his shirt unbuttoned and skin still glistening. You could still feel the stretch his cock had given to your pussy and your walls clenched at the thought. He looked up and caught you staring lustfully at him. He winked and you sighed with exasperation. “I’m almost done you can head home if you want,” he said.

You knew you could leave for a while now but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to budge. It was as if you were so mesmerised by him that you were unable to move. What had gotten into you?

“What’s the matter?” Taehyung inquired as he cocked his head slightly revealing the bruises you had left on his neck. You didn’t think you had sucked so hard on his skin.

“I don’t know Taehyung, should we talk about what happened?”

“What is there to talk about?”

Flashbacks of him pounding into you as you struggled to keep your balance on Namjoon’s desk reassurged and you blushed, “I mean you did just fuck my brains out in the office,” you mumbled making Taehyung laugh, “Ah yes, there is that”.

An awkward silence followed as you both stared at each other remembering what had happened earlier. “Listen Taehyung I don’t really want people knowing about this in the office,” you said as you stood up and started to pack your things. You took your extra pair of shoes out of your drawers and slid them on. You always had a spare pair in case your feet hurt too much or if you twisted your ankle or something.

Taehyung put the last file aside and pushed his seat back from his desk. He looked up at you, as he leaned back in his seat his legs spread and brushed his damp hair out of his face. “You know, I really like you right?” he inquired.

You were a bit flustered by his question “I- um- I guess that now I know.”

“Would you want to go see a movie next week?” he stood up from his chair, put his coat on and slowly walked towards you. You were thinking about it, would you want to go on a date with him? Usually, your answer would have been a stern no and you would have immediately walked away. But after what had happened, you found yourself hesitant. He was now standing right in front of you as you stared blankly and his chest. He put his fingers on your chin and gently lifted your face to make you look at him. There he was towering over you with a soft smile on his face. You could smell his musk, he smelt a little sweaty but to your surprise you kind of liked the smell. “Listen, I’d understand if you said no,” his hands slipped down to your waist and he pressed himself up against you “It’s just that I had a lot of fun tonight, and I feel like you had fun too.”

You rested your hands on his chest and thought about it. He was right, to your surprise you had had quite a lot of fun tonight. “Taehyung,” you started, “I did have a lot of fun, but” you weren’t sure how to go about this “I- I’d prefer if we took things slow and I don’t want anyone knowing about tonight. Ms.White already hates me and if she starts hearing that I’m sleeping around with my colleagues and-”

Taehyung cut you off with a kiss, “I’ll take that as a yes then.” He took you by the arm and you started heading towards the elevator. There was a bit of tension between you. He had retracted too soon from that kiss and left you wanting more. You walked in and as the doors shut he turned towards you and your eyes locked for a split second before you were in each other’s embrace again. Your lips collided and his tongue found its way into your mouth. You groped at his ass and stood on your tiptoes to reach him. His lips made their way down your neck and soon enough he was on his knees in front of you. He started kissing your legs and you could feel your underwear getting soaked again. His pupils were dilated and you could tell how horny he was, “Can I?” he muttered gesturing at the hem of your skirt. You nodded eagerly and he complied, he lifted it above your waist. His lips made their way towards your hip where they found your underwear he bit down tenderly on the edge of the fabric and slowly pulled them down with his teeth. Soon enough your pussy was on full display still pink and sore from earlier. You stared down at him as he kissed your inner thighs. He hadn’t touched your centre yet and you could already feel it pounding eagerly. Soon his tongue traced its way to your folds and he gently swiped it up and down. He pulled back “You taste so good,” he hummed before shoving his face back in, this time burying his tongue deeper inside you. You gasped and put your weight onto the wall. You could feel your juices pouring out onto his tongue as he licked it all up. You looked down at his head between your thighs, and your gaze met his. He stared up at you with his beautiful brown eyes, his fingers made their way towards your core. Suddenly you felt his fingers slip inside of you. His tongue found your sensitive bud and started applying pressure to it and his fingers went back and forth inside of you. The friction made your muscles tense up, your pussy was already so sensitive from earlier and everything felt so much more intense this time round. He wasn’t going too fast and let the heat build up slowly. Your soft moans and the wet kissing noises filled the silence of the elevator. You must have arrived at the bottom floor already, in fact, the door must have opened at some point, but neither of you had noticed. He hummed against your wet skin and kept going at the same steady pace his eyes staring into yours.

You couldn’t avert your gaze “Fuck- Tae- ah-” you whimpered as you did your best to keep your balance. Your legs were stiffening and trembled a bit as he kissed your tender spot. His fingers were repeatedly hitting the spot that made you weak in the knees. You could feel yourself faltering under his touch. He grabbed your ass and gave you support with his free hand. You whined as he smacked your bare ass. Your hands made their way under your top and your fingers found your nipples. You started playing with your tits and your moans became louder. You could tell how satisfied he was with the sight before him. You squeezed your nipples harder and the pain made you whine. Taehyung’s tongue pressed a bit harder against your clit and he started swirling faster. You could feel your climax approaching. Taehyung’s hand on your ass helped you keep on your feet. If he let go you would surely collapse to the floor. He squeezed your ass cheek as if to signal you to let go, and you did, waves of pleasure crashed onto your body and you moaned louder at each swipe of his tongue against your clit. After a few seconds, he removed himself, his face covered in your juices and he kissed you passionately. You could taste your fluids on his tongue and you gripped yourself to his waist to not fall. Pressed up against him you could feel his hard cock throbbing with desire.

He pulled himself away from you with a big smile, “Don’t worry,” he whispered “this will be our little midnight secret baby” before he gave you a last kiss.

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FOR YOUR EYES ONLY (Yandere! Keanu x Reader)

PS: Yes I’m going to be putting actors into some of roles because this is an AU

And A/N: I have Autism I was diagnosed when I was fourteen same as reader so reader is kind of me. And unfortunately my home life isn’t great I’m 25 years old and I had a job at longhorn which I loved but I was told I was interfering with the waiters jobs I was helping them by grabbing drinks and refilling stuff.

And my family treats me basically like Rudolph.

Oh and another thing when I tell my family after they get annoyed when I don’t tell them shit. When I finally do tell them they say (You’re crazy, or you’re being dramatic.

And also I’ve had suicidal thoughts before and tried to bring it up but they keep saying I’m over reacting. Unfortunately I have cut myself before. So they will be some scenes in story about past self harm. I just feel hopeless but writing and drawing help me in a way cope. I’m basically treated like the villain

Chapter 2: Meeting Him

“Are You Fucking With Me Right Now?!”The sound of Jocylen screaming over the phone, made Y/N wince at how loudly her friend was screaming right into her ear drum, she just knew she was going to have major migraine for the rest of the day. “For Keanu Fucking Reeves?! Out of all the celebrities you got the hot one!”

Y/N, slightly chuckled at Jocylen’s reaction. Yes Keanu Reeves the hot one, as Y/N loved to call him whenever she and Jocylen along with Daniel, had watched the Matrix movies.

When Y/N had gotten back to her hotel room, she all but dialed her friends number, not knowing how to take this information in. It was one hell of a shock to her. Not to mention she would have to move to Los Angeles, instead of living with her Mother, and get ridiculed by her family about how bad Los Angeles was, and tease her for moving to the worst state in history.

But with the pay and the free Apartment and only a few blocks away from Keanu Reeves House, Y/N could finally start living on her home and have the freedom she always dreamed of.

After Losing her last job despite working there with everything she had to give. Someone just didn’t like her. And didn’t know if it had to do with her having autism. Yes Autism or Asperger’s to be precise, is what she had been diagnosed with at the age of fourteen years old.

And after that day her family started treating her differently, at least she knows how Rudolph felt when it was discovered he had a red nose.

Her grandparents always told her to tell the manager during an interview that has autism to get sympathy and possibly the job. Y/N absolutely hated using her Autism as a way to get something, she always tried to push it out of her mind and try to forget she even had it to begin with.

The only Person she was close to was her mother, who had done everything she could to help her daughter. And she knew her mother wouldn’t give her a hard time about moving to Los Angeles.

“Y/N? You there?” Jocylen’s voice startled Y/Ns inner thoughts and the women instantly replied back

“Y-Yeah, sorry lost in thought,” Y/N replied with an uneasy chuckle, being embarrassed at having been caught not listening, she then looked at the folder ,Regina, had given her to look through which contained her schedule and the duties as Mr.Reeves personal assistant, biting her lip she nodded, what’s a little studying before the real thing, so she quickly interrupted Jocylen. “Is it okay if I call you back later today? I want to look through my schedule and duties for this week.”

Jocylen chuckled on the other end of the line, “You better,” She replied jokingly, “Oh I can’t wait to tell Daniel.” She happily cheered as she hung up her phone.

Y/N chuckled her her friends Enthusiasm, before reaching over to grab the discarded folder and pulled it towards herself as she laid on her bed trying to get comfortable.

“Okay, Mr.Reeves, let’s see what you have for me to do.” Y/N replied before opening the folder and looking through her schedule which was 35-40 Hours per week (Hmm not bad) she always wanted to work full time.

But what confused her was the lack of duties she had to do for him. Hmm…Maybe Regina could explain.

As if Regina was some sort of mind reader, Y/Ns phone rang, and recognizing the ringtone as she put for Regina, Y/N quickly grabbed her phone after putting the folder aside and answered the call.

“Regina, is there something wrong?” Y/N asked and she could her the older women chuckle on the other end.

”No problems dear,” Regina replied softly, “But there has been a switch in plans, instead of having you meet Mr.Reeves in person on Friday. He would rather you come meet him today, as he doesn’t want to make you feel overwhelmed by his presence, he would rather you feel welcomed and comfortable on your first day.”

Y/N’s mouth all but dropped open in complete shock at the news. “T-That’s perfect!” She exclaimed with glee much to the older women’s amusement. “Just let me call an Uber and-“

”There’s no need,” Regina replied cutting her off. “Mr. Reeves has sent out his driver to come pick you up, Jeff is already waiting outside the hotel for you.”

If Y/N had been in a cartoon her eyes would have bulged out of her sockets and onto the floor at her shock. She quickly got out her bed but making sure to keep her phone locked between her shoulder and ear so she could reply back.

”I’m on my way.” Y/N replied and after an awesome from Regina, Y/N hung up and got her crocs on before grabbing her bag and apartment key card, as well as her phone before all but dashing down to the first floor of the hotel. Almost knocking into people and receiving looks from them.

Not caring for their judgement, Y/N opened the hotel doors and was greeted by a 5’9 man who was not muscled at all much to her surprise as she had thought celebrities always went with the heavily muscled drivers but apparently not, Mr. Reeves.

But what shocked her was the car it was a beautiful 2020 Ford Mustang. It was a beautiful blue and it looked like it had been recently washed.

Briskly walking over to him, Y/N offered him a shy smile. “Hi, I’m Y/N, And you’re Jeff Right?”

Jeff nodded with a smile, before opening the backseat door for her, “Please take your seat Ms. L/N” he replied, and Y/N quickly climbed in, and took a deep inhale, just as Jeff closed her door, she loved the smell of new cars, she quickly put her seatbelt on just as Jeff returned to the drivers seat.

Y/N laid her head back against the comfortable leather, and looked out the window, as Jeff pulled out of the hotel entrance and onto the busy Los Angeles road.

Y/N closed her eyes and pinched herself trying to see if she was dreaming and she wasn’t much to her relief, it had been around twenty min or so when Y/N leaned forward and smiled at Jeff.

”So um, Jeff, how long have you been Mr.Reeves Driver?” Y/N asked curiously, want to know how long the man have been working for Mr.Reeves.

Jeff gave Y/N A sincere smile before replying, “Four years starting today,” Y/Ns mouth all but dropped open in shock and she started to stutter out trying to reply but Jeff Chuckled at her shock. “Don’t worry, I get that a lot.”

Y/N For her part was shocked that this man has Mr. Reeves driver for so long, Maybe he could tell her, but he’s like, Yes over the years, Y/N has heard nothing But good things about Mr.Reeves but maybe she could ask what Jeff thought about him.

”If you don’t mind me asking, What do you think about about Mr. Reeves?” Y/N asked curiosity getting the best of her.

Jeff all but smiled, “He’s a very down-to-earth, man, He will always try to help you even if he’s really busy,” he replied softly, “Heck, I was just a nobody, until Mr. Reeves found me.”

Y/N was shocked and looked at Jeff in sympathy at saying he was a nobody. “No one‘s ever a nobody,” she all but growled but realized she had sounded angry and apologized quickly.

Jeff chuckled, “You remind me so much of Mr. Reeves already,” He replied keeping his eyes on the road. “Did you know I used to be homeless? I was lucky enough to encounter Mr.Reeves himself on a walk that day. And he actually stopped to see if I was okay, and he offered me a job and a room in his mansion, Mr. reeves is too good for this world.”

Y/N was shocked at this information but Before she could comment on it Jeff had pulled up to a giant white gate, She watched as Jeff quickly pulled out a card from his breast pocket and the camera scanned it and the gates opened revealing a beautiful house with a garden and looked to be polished marble, and Y/N smiled as she saw Regina waiting patiently for them with a clipboard in hand.

“You should see you face,” Jeff chuckled as he pulled up to the entrance of Mr. Reeves house. Y/N blushed in embarrassment before unbuckling her seatbelt, and opening her car door before Jeff could reach her.

”Thanks for the ride, Mr-“ Y/N paused not knowing his last name but Jeff all but smiled and waved her off.

”Just Call me Jeff,” He replied with a smile before heading back into the car to pull it back into Mr. Reeves garagez

Y/N was surprised that Mr. Reeves wasn’t out here. As if sensing her inner thoughts, Regina smiled.

“If you’re looking for Mr. Reeves, he’s in an online meeting right now. ,” she replied softly, before grasping Y/Ns hand through her free one and started to lead her up the stairs . “As much as Mr. Reeves wanted to be here to greet you formally, he had something to do with his company with arch.”

Y/N nodded in I’m understanding already, knowing what arch was, “It’s fine, but I was wondering if I could have a tour?” Y/N asked shyly and Regina smiled as she opened the front door after letting Y/Ns hand go.

”Why of course why do you think I’m here,” Regina chuckled, and Y/Ns eyes popped wide open at the inside of Mr. Reeves House. It wasn’t ginormous, much to her relief but it was so beautiful inside.

Polished marble, plants, vases, pictures of famous bands on the walls (Pink Floyd, AC/DC, Scorpion) she was so entranced by the walls that Regina had to grab her harm and gently guided her to the next room.

Regina paused before opening the door and gave Y/N a smile, “It’s a good thing you love books, Ms. L/N,” Regina softly replied with a smirk, “Because we have just the room for that.”

Opening the door, Y/Ns breath left her at the sight of the huge library lined with hundreds no thousands maybe millions of books aligned against the walls.

Y/N then noticed an older looking man probably around his early 70s putting up what appeared to be a new shelf for more books, standing a very tall ladder, Y/N shuddered at the height having hated heights since she was little, it was even a miracle she managed to not freak the fuck out everytime she went on an airplane.

Especially the long flight she had from Florida to California, Five fucking hours long, she just listening to some Asmar and put her to sleep for the last three hours.

Y/N was so lost in thought that Regina had to gently shake her arm to get her attention. “Sorry,” Y/N replied embarrassed again.

Regina smiled softly before she looked down at her clipboard, “Why don’t you go pick out a book while I go and get Mr. Reeves, his meeting should be done by now.”

Y/N nodded enthusiastically and quickly rushed to the nearest bookshelf, hoping to find her latest new series obsession to start on, while Regina smiled and left the room in search of Mr. Reeves.

Y/N was able to find a book, one she’s heard about but has never read, ‘The Lord Of The Rings’ By J.R.R Tolkien. She was surprised Keanu loved these types of books, and it spoke a lot about his personality.

As Y/N took a seat on the elegant long couch, she started to read, and was only on the third page when she heard a slight crash, she immediately looked up and was horrified at what she saw, the man who had been trying to put a new shelf in the library had dropped his hammer and was now struggling not to fall from the ladder.

Y/N instantly dropped the book, not noticing it land on the floor, as she sped over and desperately held onto the ladder to make sure the older man didn’t fall.

“Are you alright Sir?” Y/N called looking up at the man who was now slowly coming down the ladder.

The man quickly took a deep breath and nodded with a smile, “Thanks to you young one,” He replied softly as he finally reached the floor. “It seems no one but you and Keanu care about other people and their safety it would seem.”

Y/N smiled trying to stop the blush, as she hesitantly let go of the ladder. “It was nothing sir I-“

”I wouldn’t call that nothing,” A very familiar deep soothing voice replied softly, Y/N slowly looked and was shocked to see Regina standing there with…Keanu Reeves himself, who was dressed in one of his arch shirts and pair of plain jeans and shoes.

Y/N blushed at his praise, “I barely did anything Mr-“

“Keanu,” Keanu Replied, as he slowly walked towards her, easily Towering over her with his 6’1 height. “Please call me Keanu,” He replied softly before taking her hand and pressing a delicate kiss to the back of it, his beard tickled her and she shuddered at the feeling. “And you must be the Y/N I keep hearing so much about.”

Y/N blushed before she remembered the poor man that almost fell from the ladder. But nodded at Keanu in confirmation, gently she took the older man’s hand in hers and looked to see if he was hurt anywhere.

”Are you sure you’re OK?” Y/N asked softly, not noticing how Keanu smiled in adoration towards her.

The man smiled softly, “I’m fine now Miss, thanks to you,” the man replied softly before turning his attention to Keanu who was still smiling at Y/N. “I’m sorry Keanu, I don’t know what happened.”

Keanu took his attention off from Y/N and towards his friend. “Bernard, how many times have I told you that I was planning to to that myself,” Keanu sighed softly, “And especially when you’re not feeling well? I want you to go in the guest room and rest for awhile, hell even a day or two. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

Y/N felt her heart flutter at how much Keanu cared about his workers, and watched as Bernard gave Keanu a small hug before he made his way towards what’s she guessed was the guest bedroom but not before giving her a thankful nod.

”So, miss L/N,” Keanu Replied softly, his deep soothing voice causing her to shiver. “Tell me about yourself

PS: This is an AU so Keanus house won’t be the same as his real one. I love Freddie Highmore and Morgan Freeman.

KEANUS HOUSE + His Library

#keanu reeves x reader #yandere #keanuverse

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