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steddiealltheway · 1 year

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@steddie-week day 1: hunger / pining / Somebody to Love by Queen

"I'm going to murder Steve if he tries to flirt hopelessly with another girl when he likes Eddie," Robin says with a groan.

"Keep your hands still," Nancy gently reminds Robin as she paints another black layer on her nails. "Does Steve know that he likes Eddie?" Nancy asks with a laugh.

Robin resists the urge to use her hands to speak. "No! But even you have seen the pining. I thought he was going to have a meltdown when he saw Gareth jokingly flirt with Eddie."

Nancy blows on Robin's nails before frowning and scraping off some polish that got on her fingers. "Maybe Gareth is in love with Eddie," Nancy jokes.

Robin laughs. "He's been asking me if you're single for months now."

"If only he knew..." Nancy says with a wide smile before laying a kiss on her girlfriend's hand. "But hey, I'm dealing with Eddie who is hopelessly trying to get over his crush on Steve. He would be willing to be set up with anyone, I swear."

Robin throws her hands up. "That's it!"

"Robin your nails-"

"We set them up on a blind date. Steve has been trying to get me to find someone for him forever now, and Eddie wants the same thing from you! It can be operation... Find Them Somebody to Love."

"You just got that from my Queen tape."

"But it's a great plan!" Robin says with a victorious smile. She holds out her hand to shake on it.

Nancy rolls her eyes and shakes Robin's hand. "If this works, I'll repaint your nails."

Robin's brow furrows. "What do you mean..." she trails off as she looks at them.

"There's some in your hair," Nancy says with a wince.

Robin starts to scrape the paint off. "You call Eddie while I get this off."

Nancy watches her struggle for a moment before handing her some nail polish remover. "I hope this works for our sake."

-:-:-:-:-:-

To say Steve is surprised when Robin excitedly calls him to set him up with someone is an understatement. He may be a bit clueless and naive, but he knows when she's up to something. But maybe she's excited and thinks it's just a really good match, but he thinks that's just the hopeless romantic in him talking.

He also thinks it's strange that the date is at a burger joint that Eddie really likes, but maybe Eddie helped Robin with the date? He really hopes not but doesn't know why. He also knows that maybe the burger joint is a coincidence and the Eddie thought is just because Steve can't stop thinking about him.

It's weird. He's never really had a friend like him before, but he thinks it's part of the trauma bonding that makes Steve feel so intensely about him. But it's different from Robin it's... he doesn't know.

But he doesn't have much time to think about it as he parks outside the food joint. Time to lay on the Harrington charm.

As he walks in he notices only one table that has one person at it. The girl is facing away from Steve in a booth, her long dark curly hair being the only thing visible. She's definitely Steve's type.

As Steve approaches the table he runs a hand through his hair and tries not to think about how she has hair like Eddie's. As he turns to the girl with his most charming smile, it quickly turns into a real smile. "Eddie?" Steve asks.

Eddie's head snaps up and multiple emotions cross over his face as he takes in Steve. "Steve? What are you doing here?"

"Blind date, and you?"

Eddie replies, "Same here, man. Nancy set me up."

Steve tries to ignore the way his heart seems to break. He gives Eddie a smile but it's too tight and entirely fake. "Robin set me up, but hey, that's great, Munson." Steve goes as far as patting Eddie on the back which makes him internally cringe. What's happening?

Eddie slowly glances at Steve's arm and gives it a confused look as his hand still stays on his back. "Right, sorry," Steve apologizes and feels entirely not like himself. Why is he so damn nervous? "But hey, what if I waited here with you until our dates come and we can keep each other company?"

It looks like Eddie wants to say no, but Steve is already sliding into the booth. Eddies just continues to stare at Steve as if he's the last person he wants to see at the moment. Steve ignores those signs and continues talking, "So a blind date? I didn't know you were looking for someone."

Eddie huffs and looks down at the table. "I'm not really looking for someone, I'm just trying to get over someone."

Steve feels that familiar pang in his chest. "Someone I know?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," Eddie mutters. Steve just nods because he has no idea what that means. Eddie continues, "I didn't want to like this guy, but it just kind of happened. And they're incredible and way out of my league, so here I am. But they're somehow just always around..." Eddie trails off staring at Steve.

He almost feels like Eddie is trying to hint at something, but he isn't sure what. "I've been there. It took me a while to get over Nance, but eventually with time it happened. But hey, I don't know how someone could be out of your league, man. I mean you're really uh... well," Steve takes a moment to really look at Eddie and he weirdly feels his cheeks heat up, "You've got really nice eyes, and hair of course, and nice... lips."

Eddie squirms a bit in his seat and glances away. "You don't have to take pity on me, Harrington."

"I'm not!" Steve insists a little louder than he intends to. He lowers his voice and repeats, "I'm not. I'm just stating the facts. You're a really attractive guy. Plus, you're really smart and creative, and you can play the guitar well which I'm sure other guys dig, and you're also uhh really funny and kind-"

"Please stop, there's only so many words of affirmation I can receive in a day before I combust," Eddie jokes but there's a light flush on his face.

Steve holds his hands up and says, "I'm just saying you're a catch. Anyone who doesn't see that isn't good enough for you anyways."

Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve for a moment then glances over his shoulder. "So, uh, doesn't look like our dates are here yet."

Steve glances around and notices no one is sitting alone and no one else has walked in. Weird.

A waiter walks their way and takes their drink orders and gives them a few more minutes to look over the menu. As soon as he's out of earshot, Steve asks Eddie, "Do you think it's rude to put in an order when they're not here?"

Eddie glances around and his eyes settle on the wall. Steve looks over and notices the clock. "If they're not here in the next ten minutes which is fifteen minutes after the date start time, then we can order," Eddie states.

Steve smiles but suddenly his stomach makes an obnoxious growling noise. Eddie's eyes widen. "We can make that five minutes if you'll last that long."

"I can last ten minutes it's alright," Steve replies.

Two minutes later, Steve is already giving in, "Okay, what if we just ordered when the waiter comes back?"

Eddie smiles at him for the first time that evening. "You're weak, Harrington," he jokes.

"Hey, I was strong enough to lug your body around."

"If only I was conscious for that."

Before Steve can think of a response their lovely waiter interrupts them and asks for their order. Steve ends up ordering the same thing as Eddie which has Eddie scoffing, "I thought you thought my taste in food was bad."

"If putting strawberry jelly on a turkey sandwich is your idea of food, then I stand by what I said."

"I'm going to make you try it one day," Eddie says with a wide smile.

Steve leans forwards. "Is that a threat?"

"If you want it to be," Eddie says with a wink.

Steve laughs and has the sudden thought that he really doesn't want his or Eddie's dates to show up. He just wants Eddie to himself.

What?

"What, are you traumatized by the thought of it or something?" Eddie asks after Steve has gone silent.

Steve looks up and really takes in Eddie again. You're a catch. Anyone who doesn't see that isn't good enough for you anyways.

Oh shit.

Steve glances towards the door and outside and doesn't see any cars approaching. He looks back to Eddie and says, "If our dates don't show up in the next five minutes, what if we agreed to be each other's date."

Eddie looks at him for a moment with narrowed eyes. "As in... we're just like... hanging out or...?"

Steve takes a deep breath and says, "A real date."

Eddie's eyes widen and he looks around. "The kids didn't put you up to this, did they?"

"No, Eddie, I- I would really like to go on a real date with you."

Eddie stares at him again then asks, "You swear that this isn't a joke?"

"On Dustin's mother," Steve jokes then holds out his pinky.

"You know how much a pinky promise means to me."

"I know, it's a promise that can never be broken," Steve says.

Eddie hesitates then wraps his pinky around Steve's. "I hope our dates don't show up then," Eddie says with a big smile.

"Me neither," Steve agrees.

-:-:-:-:-:-

"I can't believe it's working!" Robin excitedly shouts from the passenger seat of Nancy's car.

"Me either," Nancy agrees as she watches Eddie rant while flailing his hands and Steve laughs. After a moment, Steve rests his hand over one of Eddie's and gives it a squeeze. Eddie flushes enough that Robin and Nancy can notice from the slight distance.

"Do you think they're going to kill us when they see us?" Robin asks.

Nancy scoffs, "No, they'll probably be over the moon thanking us. I'm just surprised that they agreed to go along with the date without thinking we were pranking them or something."

"Maybe the dinguses just finally sucked it up and admitted they liked each other when they figured out the plan," Robin says with a shrug as she watches the two get up. "And it looks like it's our time to leave."

Nancy shakes her head and looks at Robin. "Wouldn't that draw more attention to us though? We should just let them go first while they're so absorbed in each other's company."

"That's a good ide-" Robin stops as she looks back at the pair. "They've spotted us. Shit."

"Like I said, they're probably going to thank us," Nancy says, praying she's right. She rolls down the window as they approach.

Steve waves with a big smile. "Hey! We thought it was you, but we just wanted to let you know that your dates for us stood us up, but that's okay. Great really because Eddie and I decided you know..."

"I finally confessed that I've been pining after him," Eddie says nearly bouncing up and down.

Steve turns to look at him. "Wait, the person you said was out of your league, that was me you were talking about me earlier?"

"Steve, I thought you realized that after I told you I've had a crush on you for years now."

"Oh. Hey, I'm not out of your league at all, if anything you're out of my..." Steve trails off and seems to realize Robin and Nancy are still there, "Well, we're going to make up for lost time, but it was good seeing you. Thank you for attempting to set us up!"

Eddie and Steve wave as they leave, laughing about something moments later.

"Oh my god, did they just...."

"Holy shit, do they really think..."

Robin and Nancy look at each other and nod. "Dingues," they agree.

They look back as Steve and Eddie seem to argue about what car to take back and Robin sighs, "They'll eventually realize, right?"

"I doubt it," Nancy says.

Steve and Eddie walk towards their own cars seeming to realize that they don't have to drive together. "Gosh, they were made for each other."

It's years down the line when Steve and Eddie are telling the story of their first date when Nancy and Robin finally get fed up and tell the truth, but Steve and Eddie still don't believe them. Once a dingus, always a dingus.

#steddie #steddieweek2023 #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance background #dinguses to lovers

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idle-daydreams · 4 months

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Hi I hope you're doing well I'm not sure if you do these types of requests but can I please ask for a yandere Demon King chuuya with a pregnant darling

Sure thing!

Tw: Yandere, forced pregnancy, mentions of abortion, mentions of blood, cannibalism and violence.

You were three months along before you realized you were pregnant.

It had been easy to ignore the signs in the beginning. Time moved strangely in the demon world, and it wasn’t the first time you’d missed your period since you’d gotten there. You’d assumed that the rest of it - the exhaustion, the mood swings, even the changes in your body - was due to whatever otherworldly food and drink Chuuya gave you, to say nothing of the effects of living in proximity of the Demon King himself.

It wasn’t until Chuuya had pointed out the slight swell of your stomach that the horrifying realization had dawned upon you.

You would have gotten rid of it had you any means to do so. But Chuuya had figured it out just as soon as you had, and had locked you down even more stringently than before. Gone were all the little freedoms he’d granted you over time; he refused to let you out of his sight, insisting on taking care of you himself. He practically forced you into bed-rest, waiting upon you hand and foot so that you wouldn’t stress yourself out. It would have been nice, were it not for the fact that you were carrying Chuuya’s child.

The Demon King’s child.

A demon itself, taking root inside you.

It made you want to tear yourself apart with your bare hands. The thing was strong, leeching vitality from you until you could barely walk. You found yourself hungering for raw flesh and fresh blood, wanting to kill and gnaw and bite and tear things apart, until you could see their entrails and their oozing blood. Chuuya indulged you, bringing you wild animals and letting you sate yourself; you hated it, but you hated him even more, for putting you into this position.

Not that Chuuya seemed to mind. From the moment your pregnancy had been confirmed, the red-headed demon lord had been deliriously happy. He would spend hours resting between your legs with his head on your belly, talking or singing to “the baby”. He would patiently bare your tantrums, all the crying and screaming and general hysteria, even letting you vent your frustrations by throwing things at him. It was only when you tried to hurt yourself did he tie you down, claiming that your safety was more important.

“I don’t want to do this, love,” he said, stroking your hair. “But you’ve got to take it easy. All this stress isn’t good for either of you.”

“Chuuya, I’m begging you, please, end it,” you said, tears pouring down your face. “This pregnancy will kill me, I know it will. I can’t carry a demon child, please.”

Chuuya frowned, tracing a thumb over your cheek. “You’ll carry the baby all right,” he said. “This isn’t the first time a human’s carried a demon child. And you’ve drunk enough of my blood to be part-demon yourself, so this ain’t that big a deal.”

“I don’t care.” You tugged at your restraints, cursing yourself and your miserable life. How had you ended up like this? What had you done to deserve any of this? Why was this happening to you, of all people? Weren’t there worse people in the world, who deserved to suffer more?

You flinched as Chuuya kissed your temple, before settling on his haunches before you and putting his hands on the swell of your belly. “I can sense them, you know,” he said. “They’re a strong one.”

“I know,” you said through gritted teeth. “I’ve never been this uncomfortable in my entire life. I’m nauseous, my body hurts, and my bladder feels l-” you scowled as Chuuya grinned- “why are you laughing?”

“Because you’re pregnant.”

You flinched as he swooped down to hug you tightly. “You don’t know what it’s like,” he said happily, gazing at you with contentment. “Demons don’t really get pregnant; it’s something to do with the way our bodies work. I never thought I would have a family, I never thought I’d ever have someone like you. I love you, I love you so much, you’ve given me - you’re giving me - everything that I’ve ever wanted.”

“And you don’t care if I die in the process,” you whispered.

His expression momentarily soured, before he mulishly shook his head. “That ain’t gonna happen. I told ya, there are ways to make sure this whole thing goes well.” He put a hand on your stomach again, gently tracing its curved with one blackened claw. “You’re not gonna like it, it’s going to be a bit uncomfortable, but I swear to you that you’re both going to come out of this alive. I promise you, on my honor as the Demon King.”

#yandere bsd #yandere chuuya #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere nakahara chuuya #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #nakahara chuuya #yandere imagines #yandere #male yandere

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down-in-the-rainbow-square · 1 year

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Remember that post that said u wanted to write that one, the reader goes into puppets/welcome home dimension?

I got u!

Can I request a Welcome home crew x reader, the reader from our world just looking at the website and suddenly blacks out. Then they open their eyes to see the puppets looking down at them! :D

Welcome Home x Reader - A Whole New World (and a Whole New Back Pain)

Not proofread! Thank you for the request! I'm definitely in my isekai sort of phase right now right x readers. For this one I'm just going to assume the reader hasn't discovered the hidden secrets of the website yet. Clown said we're only 5% in, so when we're closer to the end I'll do a remake with the reader knowing all the spooks and secrets (plus, it's really fun to just stick to the happy-go-lucky tune for now)!

I don't know what blacking out is like so I kind of just wrote random feelings instead. Hope that's okay!

P.S., This focuses more on Y/N than the characters but I'll make a sequel that focuses on them more!

Words: 1353

Type: Headcanons, platonic

Tw: food, mentioned kidnapping, mentioned death, injury

You were sitting at your desk when it happened. It was nearing sunset; a bowl of two-minute noodles sat cooling beside your laptop to serve as tonight's meal. Scrolling through social media, a sudden notification popped up on the screen. It was from a friend of yours.

Opening the message up, it read, "hey! Check out this website I found!" Attached to the message was a link to a cheerful looking website. Your friend described it as the link to an old and near-forgotten puppet show your parents had taped on VHS. You used to watch it together when you were really young, apparently.

Opening it up, you were sent to a title screen of sorts. It featured a little red house with a blue roof and yellow chimney. The website invited you to click on it. Doing so, you were revealed the real meat of what was inside.

The next half-hour or so was spent perusing the website. Some of the characters vaguely rang a bell; you remembered something about a guy called Frank, but you also thought there was a child, so perhaps you were making it all up. Maybe that was Wally.

Eventually, though, you were hit with a sudden drowsiness and a sick, twisting feeling in your stomach. Assuming hunger pains, you reach for you food on the desk. It would have gone completely cold, but you would have to deal with it. Fork in hand, you lifted it up to your mouth only to-

Only to wake up in bed. Strange; you never remembered going to sleep. The last thing you remembered doing was getting bad hunger pains and eating your noodles. Though you assumed you had just passed out in bed and not remembered anything.

You rolled around in bed. You were too tired to get up just now. You were about to drift off to sleep when you heard something - or someone.

"They're waking up!"

What in the hell?!

You instantly bolted upright only to be hit with a horrible pain in your spine that sent you back down again. Groaning in pain, you rolled over onto your side and opened your eyes to see... People? No. Monsters? Maybe. No, they were definitely puppets.

Looking up, you saw you were surrounded by them. They were all different shapes, colours, and sizes, but shared the same look: concern. Concern for your wellbeing or concerned because their meal just woke up you didn't know, but you didn't plan on staying for long enough to find out.

Again, you tried to sit up, ignoring the excruciating pain in your lower back. It was then that you realised this was also not your bed you were in. No, this was much larger than you could afford and had a red wood frame with feathers carved into the head.

Your first thought is that you've been kidnapped. Your second thought is you've been kidnapped by puppets. Instantly, you try to heave your way off the bed, only to be caught by a pair of arms. Well, two pairs of arms, actually.

"Hey, hey! Calm down!" Looking up, you saw a tall, green puppet looking down at you. He slowly placed you back down on the bed. Taking a closer look at his facial expression, he almost looked scared.

"Wh- what are you?" you whispered. You didn't care if it sounded rude, you'd rather be rude than clueless.

"I could ask you the same question." You turned to look at the source of the noise to see a different puppet. He was of medium height (for the puppets, of course) and had grey skin. Or felt, for that matter.

"What?" you replied.

"Well," the puppet began, "for someone who fell out of the sky, you sure seem fine."

Fell out of the sky? What was this guy on about?

"Wait, I what?" you asked. The puppets shared a look.

"You don't remember?" another puppet asked. He was about the same height as the grey puppet, but had yellow skin and red hair. "There was a lot of yelling."

"There was?"

Safe to say, you were confused. How could you have fallen out of the sky and not remember? Unless you suffered some kind of head trauma, which would explain why your back was in such pain. But if you truly fell from the sky, wouldn't you be dead?

Eventually the puppets managed to calm you down enough for you to not try to run every chance you got. They told you their names, and you told them yours in return.

There was Howdy, the one who had stopped you from running away and hurting yourself; Frank, the grey one who had told you what happened; Julie, the one who had come to help you first; Poppy, whose bed you woke up in and who cared for you while you were out; Eddie, who was the first to actually notice something falling from the sky; Barnaby, who had carried you to Poppy; Sally, who had kept the morale up for the other puppets while you were out; and Wally, who had assisted in taking care of you.

You found them all to be very interesting in both their appearances and personalities. Sally, who you had been informed was once the brightest star in the entire sky, was a rambunctious, creative soul always ready for an adventure and new ideas. She often proposed imaginative but impractical solutions to your back problem.

There was Julie, a kind and fun puppet with long blonde hair. She was always playing some sort of game, or editing one to allow you to join, even when you didn't quite trust her. Her favourite to play with you was Patty Cake, because it was simple and could be repeated as many times as she wanted. Sally liked to join in on that one for the singing. You were surprised she knew what it was.

But no matter how intriguing you found the puppets; they were always more fascinated by you. They constantly asked you questions about who you were, where you lived, what life was like. Howdy was very interested in the 'Click and Collect' system you had at your local supermarket. The ability to know someone's order beforehand without even a telephone was incredible to him.

Frank was by far the most interested. He was always asking you questions while you rested in Poppy's bed. At one point he left for about fifteen minutes before coming back with a whole bookshelf's worth of books. How he managed to carry it without breaking apart you had no idea, but he looked strained.

Frank had sat the books on the floor and started going through each one, repeating his questions only to throw the book away when it didn't match what you said. He ended up with every book thrown in the messy pile by the end of it and was quite angry.

Everyone was surprised with how similar but how different your worlds were. Things like recipes, games, and speech were all the same and yet you had all this technology they didn't, and they had whole species you didn't. Howdy was shocked to know he could never exist in your world, and Sally was upset to learn that she would only ever be a ball of gas (though she felt a bit better when you mentioned how huge they were).

But more than anything they were surprised with you. The first time they saw you eat was fascinating. Sure, (for the sake of the television show) they can eat, but not like that. What you were doing was just plain weird by their standards, with your odd moving of these 'muscles'. Wally had asked you what you were doing with your mouth and was shocked (and a little disgusted) to see your teeth.

The day seemed to go on forever in this little town you were informed was called Home. Poppy was too big for her couch, but refused to move you, so you ended up sleeping next to her. It was comfy, if not a little suffocating.

I'll be making a part 2 for this!

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the-faceless-bride · 1 year

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🦋🪷 𝓝ƴന𝚙𝒉𝟶ᥨ𝟶ဌƴ 💧🍃

Warnings? None really, just monster reader and descriptions of near-death, and allusions to capitalism.

Characters? Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Soap

Fic type? Head canons!

Summary? Headcanons of how 141 found Monster reader, took them home, and now live with them.

A/n: I will be making a full fic of how Reader was found and stuff but until... Headcanons! Also, @sunshine-and-moonshine was the inspo for this.

🧚‍♀️Monster Type?🧚‍♀️

Reader is a Nymph! A Nymph of the air specifically. the powers to control the wind, blend into the clouds and very close to the stars.

Your hair seems to float gracefully as if you have a fan that perfectly blows your hair at all times, your eyes glow an unusually beautiful color, your body seems a bit pale than a normal human would be, and your hands and feet while visible seem to be just slightly see-through the outline of your bones visible, same for you ribcage.

To some you'd be terrifying but to them... You're the most beautiful thing they had ever seen...

🦋 How you meet? 🦋

The boys crashed onto an island in the middle of nowhere, with little rations and no way back home. They tried everything they could to get an S. O. S. But the area they were in didn't have any planes going over it. And after a month or so when the rations were getting low, their sanity started deteriorating being consumed by hunger and thirst. So much so that everyone was starting to eye each other is a dark horrid hunger...

You had been observing for quite some time. You hadn't run into humans in your time of existence. So watching them was very interesting and peaked your curious nature. You wanted to keep them around, unfortunately, it took you a while to figure out why after a month your humans started behaving strangely. You forget that living things need things to survive like food... And water... You didn't want them to die... Or resort to eating each other to survive. You wanted to keep them! Even if you only really needed one.

One by one you visited them, in the darkness of night. Floating to them curling yourself into their side using the air around you, turning it from vapor to water holding your cupped hand to their mouth the other holding their heads. Kissing their faces and necks. Such strange and yet adorable creatures.

🪷 Life with Nymph Reader 🪷

For a while, they were content being here with you. Being given fresh water and you bringing them juicy fruit and fresh meat any time you could. But eventually, they got homesick. And while you wanted to be selfish and keep them here all to yourself. You didn't like seeing your humans so... Sad.

At first, you were sad they wanted to go... But one night Kyle had an amazing idea, you should just come home with them! You were excited about the idea! You haven't been around humans before so traveling where humans would be everywhere would be an interesting learning experience!

Helped build a raft of logs, fallen branches, and thick vines. Just big enough for your humans to sit on. Then you turned into air only your hands visible as you begin to push the raft fast enough to get to the mainland without tearing the raft to pieces.

Getting to the mainland you had to completely shield yourself. And while you had your fun when they were being asked about their survival and interrogated you ran invisible fingers through their hair, kissed along their necks, whispered sweet nothings into their ears. You didn't like being ignored for long periods.

You however weren't the only one who got jealous. Even though you can't be seen by others, the boys still get quite jealous. They also couldn't see you before, you just found them charming and desired to show yourself to them. They are paranoid that you'll find another just as charming and lose interest. But you treasure them and make sure to show them just how much you care for them and no other humans would ever replace them.

Eventually, they all end up living together. Mostly because they couldn't keep it civil and always ended up arguing about whose turn it was to have you for the week. Every night you go from room to room laying with them for a few hours, kissing them, loving them, touching them, fucking them... They love life.

They love you a lot and would gladly go through the tournament they did on that island for a month if it meant meeting you all over again.

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moethewriter · 6 months

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could you do number 27 with finnick from the otp prompt list? i love yours fics!

Of course I can anon! Super excited for this one, I had the best time writing it! Lot's of angst and fluff! TITLE: The Light In The Dark WORD COUNT: 1.5k PAIRING: Finnick Odair x Reader WARNING: None! TAGS: Lot's of angst, and fluff! (As always please let me know if you think anything needs to be added) lot's of introspection and reflection from the reader! A/N: I was so so so excited to write this one! And I think it's such an amazing prompt! Thank you so much for requesting it and as always I take constructive criticism! -

District 13 was not a place you particularly enjoyed. It was safe, and secure and far better than being stranded in an arena forced to kill other people. But you weren’t as content as you had hoped you would be. When you were rescued along with everyone the rebellion scooped up, you had kept telling yourself that everything was going to be okay. You had to keep faith that whatever the next step was, was going to end all of it.

Finnick had been rescued alongside you, and he offered a comforting ear. It was so strange being close to him again. It had been a year since you two had broken up, and though it had seemed like yesterday, you were no longer the same people you once were. So much had changed, you had changed.

Though you knew once you both had been reaped that you were going to ally yourself with him. There really was no one else you would rather have at your side. Despite the separation, he had you trust and you knew he was far more capable than a lot of people gave him credit for.

There had been tension between the group, that you knew, no one got along well unless it was with Mags. You knew the other’s could sense a different type of tension between you and Finnick, one filled with unresolved feelings bubbling below the surface. It had only gotten worse after you heard his voice through the jabberjays.

Johanna had tried to talk to you afterwards, even sent Katniss your way but you wouldn’t budge. You didn’t need to have a friendship circle and talk about how you longed for Finnick and how he still had your heart. No one needed to know that but you, though you sensed Johanna had always known, she had known you better than you knew yourself most days.

There had been no major fallout with Finnick, no giant blow up that ended in destruction and despair. It had been so amicable … you had both been so busy, the life of a Victor always was. Not to mention the separation by District had been a struggle. You had been the one to bring it up, despite the pain it caused you. Finnick had agreed with you the moment you finished speaking. You hugged, and he left and then you stood there alone. You were both heartbroken over it, that much you knew.

You had cried for weeks after it, though you felt you had no right to do that. No one was able to console you, despite Johanna trying her very best too. You knew she wasn’t the best with comforting people, she had grown colder after what had happened to her family, but you appreciated the effort she had put in. Seeing Finnick on TV doing interviews, going to parties and generally being in the Capitol had upset you the most. It was hard to look at him, you knew he was hurting so much more than anyone could tell. You wanted to reach out, but you knew it would have been a bad idea. So you stayed silent and watched him from afar, and kept your thoughts about him to yourself.

Though you hoped he thought of you too.

And in a blink of an eye, months had passed. You had both been mentors for the 74th hunger games, though to no avail as your tributes had passed in the arena. You didn’t speak to him much, and he did his best to avoid you. It was strange but you knew he was coping in a far different way then you were, so you couldn’t blame him,

The universe was funny though, bringing you both together again under far different circumstances. He had come to your door days after you had been reaped for The Quarter Quell to form an alliance with you, and you were both informed together about the rebellion by Haymitch Abernathy. You were hesitant but agreed to help, as long as Finnick was there too. There wasn’t anyone else you’d want as an ally in those games. Some small part of you was thankful that he had been there.

“Penny for your thoughts.” A familiar voice broke through the jumbled mess of memories you had been reliving. “Not much in there right now.” You chuckled, turning to meet Finnick’s gaze, he seemed relaxed, and adjusting far better than most people. “Just wondering about what the next step is, thinking about all that needs to be done.” The lie came easily to you, but you knew he could see right through it. He had always been able to see past you.

“That’s not the Y/N I know.” Finnick smiled, leaning against the wall. He looked like an angel in white against the steele gray. “The one I know is simply far too deep in thought about too many things that they’re overwhelming themselves with it. Am I wrong?” He raised a knowing eyebrow.

“You know me far too well, Finnick Odair.” You snorted, crossing your arms in defeat “I was thinking about the past.” You said, quietly, almost hoping he wouldn’t catch what you said at all.

“About us?” He questioned, a strange look crossing his face.

You couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking at that moment, but you knew there was no point in lying. You didn’t want to lie to him anymore.

“You could say that.” You nodded.

“I hope it’s all good memories.” He said, meeting your eyes once more. “I know I still think of those on my dark days.” He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“You were one of the best things that ever happened to me.” You told him, earnestly. “I loved you more than life itself.”

“So you don’t regret it at all?” Finnick questioned, and you weren’t quite sure if he wanted your answer by the way his voice quivered.

“No. Not one bit.” You told him. “I don’t regret having you because you made the sun shine brighter and you made my life worth living again. You put a smile on my face anytime I wasn’t feeling myself. You were the only one who loved me when I thought I couldn’t be loved. You changed me for the better in so many ways. You were, and always have been a star amongst the darkest of skies, Finnick. That little light that kept going even though the world tried to beat it down. You have always been one of a kind. I could never regret you. I would never regret a single thing because if I didn’t have you forever at least I had you at all.” Your voice was thick with emotion, finally saying all of this to him.

You had bottled it up for so long, kept it so tight to your chest that you felt like you were going to explode into a million tiny little pieces. You knew you would always love him, but a second chance at loving him had seemed impossible.

“I don’t regret breaking things off either.” You told him. “It was the best thing we could do for both of us at the time. You and I both know that.”

“I know.” Finnick nodded, a sad smile crossing his face. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t cry for weeks after it happened though. I missed you severely during those first few months. I’m sorry I never reached out, I wanted to but I didn’t know how.”

You could see him fidgeting with his thumbs, something he only did when he was nervous, it was a quirk you thought had been adorable when you first noticed it. He had an anxious energy to him that could be hard to spot if you didn’t know him.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, sniffling a little. “That wasn’t your job anymore to be there for me.”

“You were never a job, I loved … love you and I always wanted to be there for you even when we were over.” Finnick said. “You’re the love of my life, you always have been, Y/N.”

“I’m still the love of your life?” You asked, wiping the stray tear from your eye.

Nothing could have prepared you for this conversation, but you were glad that you could air everything out. There was no one else for you but Finnick. You loved him, and you still wanted to be with him. He was the first person you thought about in the morning, and the last person you thought about before you slept. He was still the love of your life too.

He was always with you, even when he wasn’t.

“Yeah.” He said finally. “I don’t think there’s anyone else for me.”

You made a tentative step towards him, and wrapped your arms around his neck. He was tense, you could feel that, but that didn’t stop him from wrapping his arms around your waist. He was warm, he’d always been built like a furnace in contrast to your cold body temperature but you two still fit together perfectly, like two halves of a whole.

It’s like you were always meant to be in his arms.

“I still love you too.” You told him, letting yourself get lost in his arms.

“When this is all over …” He whispered into your ear. “I’m going to take you on the best date in the world, got it?”

You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Got it.” You said, hugging him tighter.

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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hmmm could i request diavolo, lucifer and their fem!s/o having a threesome together maybe?;) either a fic or headcanons works, whichever you prefer

Diavolo x fem! s/o x Lucifer threesome

hii honey..! <3 I planned to make hc yet ended up writing the whole fic.. Also, writing for threesome is harder than usual NSFW so please don't be shy to tell if something is wrong!! ^^

femreader, drunk sex, oral (giving/receiving), teasing, begging, anal fingering (receiving), crempie, rough sex, double penetration;; 2474 words;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

How did you even was able to turn everything this way..?

Because Lucifer is kinda possessive. He is an avatar of pride after all and, despite his respect for his boss, it was kinda hard for him to think about you talking with Diavolo, let alone share you with the young Lord... But they said you just should fight fire with fire, aren't they?

So in one day, when you and Lucifer decided to pay a visit to Dia, just a small innocent visit, you decided to act. And soon instead of tea Barbatos served you three expensive Demonus, as you kept raising toast and having fun. Well, maybe the cunning servant quickly realized what you were planning to do, as he kept bringing more bottles of strong hellish wines.

And of course both of your targets got too much Demonus. As this devilish alcohol does not affect humans, it was kinda amusing to watch these two get drunk..

...well, before they both, without even talking properly about this to each other, lead you into Lord's bedroom.

"Don't worry that much, s/o.." - Dia mumble, trying to make his casual wide smile, yet it turns out more awkward and weak as he already can feel his dick twitching inside pants. Maybe he never admits it, yet he does have this type of fantasy with you and Luci before.

"Despite you having such a surprising look, I totally can tell you expected something like this, huh..?" - a low chuckle escaped Lucifer's mouth as he tried to unbutton his uniform.

Well.. otherwise you wouldn't encourage them to drink after drink, would you? So maybe he does have a point.. But who cares, if both demons are already bold enough to open their souls and show their deepest desires, as now, after they quench their thirst with infernal wine, hunger awoke in their bodies..

But before.. some long, steady foreplay as you sit on Lucifer's laps, back pressed to his chest. Warmth of his body makes you tingle, as he starts covering your whole neck and shoulders in kisses, bites and hickeys (he still wants to mark his territory).. While Dia's hands start caressing your body, slowly get down and remove the last pieces of your clothes, throwing away your skirt and panties. He indeed was kinda impatient, wanting nothing but to see your beautiful form in front of him, to taste his precious human.

"Such a beautiful view and just for me?" - he chuckled, stroking your trembling hips. Dia licks his lips, as his cloudy eyes admire your cunt, a storm of thoughts about all different things he can do now hits his mind and he looks up at you with a smug smirk.

..seeing the Demon Lord himself sitting here, between your thighs, with such a face was something and you can't help but whine, spreading your legs a little.

"Oh? It looks like our little doll is already so impatient.." - Lucifer smirks, sending shivers down your spine as his arms quickly caress you too, grasping on boobs, tickling waist, before getting to your heated core. Another whimper breaks from your mouth as you try to squirm a little.. But even though absolutely drunk, Dia was surprisingly strong, so he immediately catches your legs and holds them in place while Lucifer slowly spreads your pussy lips, revealing your already quite wet folds and pulsing clit to their hungry gazes..

"I think we shouldn't waste time, don't you think?" - Lucifer cooed, and it was kinda strange to see him being in charge of his boss, yet it looks like Diavolo doesn't mind at all, too busy admiring your naked body. And such phrase.. that was enough for him to go feral. Fast, hungry licks from the start as he makes your whole body shake from such intensive thrusts of his hot tongue. All you were able to do it's just moan, gripping Luci's hand. All thoughts fade away and your mind is absolutely blank, your whole body concentrated on your pulsing cunt. Dia was sloppy yet so fast and passionate, sucking your clit with such strength like all his life depends on it.. And Lucifer's hands on your breast as he keeps squeezing sensitive nipples between fingers doesn't help, but makes you even more aroused. All his touches were more accurate, because while Dia was completely lost in his urge to gobble you up hungrily, to savor every last drop of your juices, Luci was still in mind and wanted to tease you a little, to hear more of your shameful moans.. You can whine and whimper as much as you want, begging him to stop playing with your breast, he will not stop. After all, due to how you arch your back, moaning loud, you do enjoy such attention from them both, do you?

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..Just how much time passes? You don't know, as you get lost in pleasure, all the muscles tensed up as you feel another knot forming at the bottom of your stomach. Maybe it was your third orgasm? You can't clearly tell as Diavolo didn't stop even for a second, gladly sucking all your cum and keep abusing your folds more and more, as he just can't get enough.

"Mm? Are you close again?" - Luci cooed right in your ear, noticing how your breath became rapid and your hips moved in one rhythm with the aggressive fast thrust of Dia's tongue. While he's lick deep inside you, tight grip on your thighs so you wouldn't squirm too much, Luci also helps you reach the edge, squeezing, pushing and teasing your throbbing clit.

He can see your blushing face, as you bite your lip, trying to muffle such beautiful sounds, as you shut your eyes, oversensitive now with all these touches… You suddenly arch your back, freezing in place for a moment, and then a wave of goosebumps rush over you body, engulfing you in pleasure. Already weak voice get even more high pitched as you moan loudly, pushing your hips to Dia face. Needless to say that he keeps being glued to your pussy, enjoying the warmth of your folds..

Every small detail gets straight to both demons' memories, and Luci will totally tease you about that after.

But right now, when you are finally prepared well for something more, all that they want is to see more.. Your sweet taste and desperate whines had no more than whetted their appetite.

"Darling, please.." - Dia finally pulls away, looking at you with deep, hungry eyes, such a possessive gaze that makes you shiver. - "I can't take it any more..I need to feel you.."

That's when the real Lord's side, not that goofy and charming one, wakes up. As now all he wants is to drown in your body, to get as closer as he always wishes..

"Then i think it's time for our birdie to also work with her mouth, hm?" - Lucifer chuckles, and moves a little.

Without any words, they quickly change positions, laying you in bed on your stomach. Now, when you faced Lucifer, more exactly his hips, you noticed a hard bulge in his pants that was pushing your back all this time, making you wonder about how his dick looks.. Well now you also have the opportunity to taste it.

Then you suddenly gasp, feeling Dia's arms on your hips, grasping soft skin with greed. He already left so many bruises and hickeys on your inner thighs, yet now decided to mark your hips too.

With trembling hands, you slowly unzip Luci's pants, revealing a long cock in front of you, the tip of his head already in pre-cum. He chuckles, noticing how your eyes widened a little and patted your head.

"What's wrong? Afraid you can't take it?"

You just scoff and lick your lips, first just touching him with your arms, fingertips gently go over his whole length, low groans of prideful demon telling you how much he likes it, as grip on your hair gets a little stronger. While Dia finally got rid of his pants too, hands quickly wrapped around your ass again. Despite his whole body was aching for finally just fuck you, he still decided to prolong small foreplay, caressing your wet folds with his dick, soaking in your juices and mixing them with his precum.

"Mm.. Dia, please.." - you can't help but mumble, tickling the sensitive skin of Luci's dick with your hot breath, as your cunt was also aching for some wild, fast pounding. Dia's tongue was good, but you wanted to feel yourself full and stretched with something bigger..

You and him groan breathless at the same time as his head finally pushes into your walls, and he immediately thrust fully inside you, pressing your trembling hips to his. For a moment you both froze, hitted with pleasure, all your sensation concentrated in your pussy as you kept clenching around him, sinking his hot cock deeper and deeper. Too carried away, your grasp on the base of Lucifer's dick, mewling and whimpering. Well, maybe you do look cute with such a pathetic face but demon groans, getting impatient. With his hand on your hair he pushes your head closer to his pulsing glans, dominating sharp gaze tells you everything better than any words.

So you open your lips a little, placing a passionate kiss on the tip of his dick, slowly getting down and peppering his whole length with kisses. You just wanted to tease him too, and it looked like Luci kinda liked it, watching as you tried so hard to amuse him.

Yet it was kinda hard to concentrate when Dia started finally moving, stretching you open wide with his cock, as almost immediately he started with a fast pace, too hungry for any slow gentle sex right now. And it was just what you needed, as you lifted your hips and spread your legs wider, enjoying how his dick grinding against your walls. His hands keep stroking your cheeks and slowly his fingertips get closer to your asshole, tickling tight muscles.

"Don't you worry, s/o.." - Dia can't help but let out a low chuckle, noticing as you turn to him a little confused. - "I should prepare you for the next round too, don't you think..?"

Next round? Tingles run down your spine right to your heated core as you just thought about what would wait for you tonight..

"Well, if she would deserve this second round.." - Lucifer interrupts your thoughts, smirking. - "You have some work to do here.."

Nodding, you lick his whole length and finally take him in your mouth and small vibrations tickle him as you keep moaning even with dick in your mouth. Dia just was too good, hitting your g spot with every thrust, whimpering and mumbling about how tight you are around his cock. It feels like your clenching walls are almost melting him in its warmth, sending him over the edge as he gets faster. And no, he did not plan to cum anytime soon, as demon was waiting too long to finally have a taste of your passion. Even drugged by your body, to all this delight he finally feels, Dia can last for a long time, wishing to please you as much as he can.

While Luci wanted you to please him. And you did a good job, sucking him so obediently as he leads you with his arm, setting a right pace. Your hot tongue around his cock makes him bite his lips as this demon also starts getting more local. Just a few minutes and you find all his soft places, moaning louder on purpose just to hear as low groans break from his chest.

Now the whole room was filled with the whimpers and groans of you three, as soonly you were able to catch up with Dia's pace, moving your lips around dick in your mouth with the same rhythm.

You feel as Luci's dick begins to swell and twitch in your mouth as he leaned back against the pillows, his breathing began to falter, and his fingers tightened on the back of your head. All his movements were kinda sloppy now, as he slowly got closer and closer, melting in your hot wet mouth.

"Fuck.. S/o.. Keep your pretty mouth like that, and look me right in the eyes, I want to see your face when you would savor my semen.."

While Dia's movements become more ragged as he roughly fuck you. He lost all his sanity, just grasping on your hips with a shaky hand, while another one kept playing with your anus, fingers pushing tight walls here too. He pounds you faster and faster, stretching your clenching pussy with force, his dick pulsing more and more.

"S/o.. Please.. Let me cum inside.. Let me make you mine.."

It looks like you three were almost on edge, the room was filled with moans and wet sounds of body slapping to each other.

Three bodies reach the climax and two pairs of arms grasp your body tightly, as two men call your name, lost in their orgasm. You were overflowing with mind shattering pleasure, if they hadn't held you with all their strength you would already collapse on bed, legs too weak now... Your pussy clenched around Dia even harder as his thick cum filled your hot walls. He keeps with fast pace for a little before eventually slowing down, sloppy thrusting in you, spreading last drops of his semen in your cunt.

Same big shoot of cum hit your throat as Luci push your head, almost face fucking you. His deep satisfied groan makes you tingle, as you keep licking his dick, almost cleaning it from all sperm, mixing it with your saliva.

For a few moments you all just breathe heavily, trying to calm down. Of course you notice Luci's playful cunning gaze and needy strokes of Dia's hands on your ass..

They both change their position again, carrying your weak trembling body. And even as you feel absolutely drained, as soon as you notice that their dick still hard and ready for more, your pussy throb, asking for more too..

You lean back to Dia's big chest as he holds your thighs. Luci stands in front of you, and now you are sandwiched between them too, their hot bodies send shivers down your spine.

"So, darling, what do you think? Can't take us both..?" - Luci purr, and you felt as two pulsing dicks pressing to your clenching in anticipation holes.

That was not the end. Just very very begging.. begging of long night with two men who will not let you go so easily now, fucking you until any thoughts would disappear from your pretty head, and only their names would be aching in your mind now..

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teecupangel · 4 months

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You’ve got a lot of dog!Desmond covered and you’ve got a catboy nonny in the walls….. sooooooo….. just popped in my head….. dogboy!Desmond?

I was thinking of how different Dogboy Desmond would be to Catboy Desmond and I realize what the problem was…

I wrote Catboy Desmond to be adorable and sweet, with maybe a bit of touchstarved Desmond sprinkled in between. This meant that an adorable and loyal Dogboy Desmond would just seem like a similar take so I would like to present an alternative.

Dogboy Desmond… but he has the instinct of a guardian dog.

And he sees Assassins as his ‘herd’.

Altaïr? He’s getting herded so he’d stop ignoring his hunger to finish his current research. Malik is his best friend and it’s normal to see the mentor being pushed around to the dining hall and being glared at until he ate everything in his plate.

Ezio? Ezio’s fine. He can take care of himself (although there will be nights when he and Desmond would just silently relax near the fire). His recruits though… they’re getting herded. Sometimes, Ezio had to stop Desmond from taking them back to their headquarters because “They’re tired, yes, but they can do this. Desmond-” (growl) “Listen to me, Desmond. There will come a time when they must continue even when they’re tired. The only way they can have an idea of what to do and not to do is for them to experience it in a safe-” (growling intensify) “Desmond, please, please just… this is the last lesson for today. I promise.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton? Achilles is getting lots of growls and might even get bitten because Desmond likes to herd Ratonhnhaké:ton back to the manor when he was young. He also herds the kids of the homestead while he’s there with Ratonhnhaké:ton. Strangely enough, he tries to herd Haytham at first but then just starts glaring and growling at him after he got into an argument with Ratonhnhaké:ton.

Edward makes him to shipcat as usual. Adéwalé gets a headache as usual. Strangely enough, Desmond does no herd any of the crew other than Edward and Adéwalé. Edward realized that ‘James Kidd’ is an Assassin because Desmond likes to herd him.

Shay? Oh boy. All of Achilles’ Assassins are being herded. No exception. Shay actually think this is some kind of weird Assassin thing. Liam told him to just go along with it. Desmond stayed with Shay after Lisbon and stopped him from leaving his room until he calmed down. Whether that affects Shay enough for him to try and talk to Achilles once more or if he’ll go with his canon path is up to you. Regardless, Desmond will stay with the Assassins though.

Arno is getting herded by Desmond who happened to be a dogboy that’s staying with the Brotherhood. Bellec tells him he’s been there longer than any of the Assassins alive and he… likes to take care of ‘brats’. Arno is herded with the other ‘newer’ Assassins and the herding (taking care of them) help him form some kind of camaraderie with them (aka: I am still pushing my ‘the Assassins in the Unity trailer should actually be characters that are friends with Arno’ agenda)

Let’s be honest… Jacob, Evie and Jayadeep are all getting herded. Desmond is less of a guardian dog here and more of the ‘father that stepped up’ type. They’re getting herded and taken care of. There is no escape.

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galebrainrot2024 · 3 months

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RuganxFemReader NSFW18+

Summary: One shot of Rugan and a AFAB/Fem Reader. Explicit. Indulgent. A bit rough, some use of restraint, leashing, denial, all the classics. Oral Sex. PIV. This NPC takes up a lot of my brain space, his voice is chef's kiss. This is self-indulgent. Enjoy. Minors DNI

“By the gods, you’re a sweet sight,” the man pushes the stray hairs back, tying them neatly back into the knot at the back of his head. “Are any of my crew still alive out there?”

“It’s a grim sight,” you say, though despite the nail-biting battle you feel yourself stir with the familiar pang of desire.

“This whole journey has been one grim sight after another… gnoll’s, goblins, drow. You, though… aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” You feel heat lick up your neck and his eyes glint with tell-tale hunger. “Risen Road’s more dangerous than ever. You’re the first friendly face we’ve seen since Elturgard.”

“Elturgaurd’s a long way from here. Where are you heading?”

“Baldur’s Gate. Got some cargo to deliver but we’ve a stop to make along the way. Listen, you look like you know how to handle yourselves.. we have our drinking spot by the tavern. Invitation only. The name’s Rugan… Tell the fellow on the door ‘little serpent, long shadow,’ and come find me. I owe you a drink,” the man grins at you, brushing off his bottom lip. “Lots of drinks.”

You know from the moment the words slipped from his lips that his desire mirrors yours. After a few weeks on the road with this strange group of vagabonds, the man before you seems irresistible. A fresh face amidst the chaos.

Rugan - you roll the name over your tongue, loving the way it feels. Your body trembles and the chemistry crackles beneath your skin. Your eyes dart to your companions, nervous they can pick up on your appetites and all seem none the wiser. Your eyes flick to Rugan who is gazing at you hungrily, a man needing to be sated and to engorge himself. You wonder if he’s been on the road as long as you have.

Your companions begin the trek back to camp and you tell them to go ahead, that you’d catch up with them. You wouldn’t.

“You owe me more than a few drinks.”

The man’s lips curl into a crooked grin and he chuckles, “I knew I had a feeling about you,” Rugan says, his back turned to you as he kneels over the delivery. He stands, brushing off his armor and stares at you with an almost imperceptible smirk. “Find me later and we can settle our… needs.”

****

You sneak away, the night sounds and smells filling you with increased excitement as blood pounds in your hearts and your heart beats wildly in your chest. The anticipation of what’s to come almost too profound.

As you creep closer, you see Rugan is leaning against a shed, the curve of his features illuminated by the dim moon. Your breath hitches as his gaze turns to meet you. He gives you a fiendish grin, and waits for you to approach.

“Where does someone like you come from, anyway?” You note the flush of his cheeks, the slow drawl that wraps you in honey. You swallow, hard and feel the heat blossom in your core.

A voice more confident than how you feel answers: “Does it matter?”

His low laugh in response sends a tremor down your spine and goosebumps across your skin. “No.” He steps towards you and fingers the amulet around your neck. You inhale and your eyes flutter as you take in his scent. Fire, sweat, fresh mud. “Before I make further assumptions, why don’t you go ahead and tell me why you sent away your friends?”

“Oh,” you say, clicking your tongue, “if it isn’t clear enough I think our business might be concluded.”

He chuckles darkly and brings his hand to your cheek to push your hair back. “You don’t seem the delicate type,” he waits a moment, waiting for any indication for him to continue.

Your lips part as your mouth begins to water. Your knees quake and every fiber of your being trembles with delight. “I’m not.” He takes a fistful of your hair and pulls, though barely. You feel yourself stir to life, the arousal coursing through you, drowning you. You feel yourself soak, the throbbing between your thighs intensifies as you imagine him forcing himself into you, digging your nails into his back as you cling to him with animalistic desperation. You need him, you want to sit on his face and ride his precious tongue until he makes you scream with unholy ecstasy as he grips your thighs, holding you to him to make you come again and again.

While gripping your hair he pulls himself against you and you feel his erection pulse against your thigh. It makes you whimper, the stiffness and girth evident even beneath the trousers. He pushes you up against the cool wood, one arm resting above you while the other holds your head and he brings his lips to yours almost violently. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and you moan, feeling yourself slip down the wall, loosing your footing. You feel him smirk against your lips as his hand grips your throat, apply a firm yet light pressure. “So eager…” he laughs, biting your lower lip and pulling it back and you press your legs together, feeling the saturation of arousal. He presses himself against you to spread your legs and you feel his girth, wanting to taste him, wanting to satisfy him.

Rugan seems to sense your desperation and begins to undo your clothes, and slips a hand down the front of your pants where he’s greeted with the soaking cloth that sits between his large, capable fingers and your pulsing clit. Rugan pulls out his hand and licks his fingers, groaning before kissing you lecherously.

He pulls the pants off your body, ripping them at the seams and leans down to kiss the band where your briefs meet your skin as he firmly circles your clothed sex. The sensation is unbearable and your legs shake as he falls to his knees and looks up at you, taking your undergarment with his teeth and dragging them off your body. He bunches your dripping underwear and puts it in his pocket, murmuring, “a souvenir,” as he pushes your legs apart and bites your inner thigh. You yelp and he laughs blackly.

You watch as he lies back on the grass. “Get down here.” You obey as he gestures, and as you go to lay beside him he shakes his head, “no,” he says, lifting you easily so you kneel, your thighs hovering over his mouth. “Here.”

Your brows shoot up and he pulls you down aggressively and you immediately feel his hot, warm tongue flicking and massaging your delicate folds, circling and sucking before slipping into you. You whimper and cry out, your hips beginning to buck against his face and he grunts, slipping his tongue into you and swirling it around, tasting the deepest crevices of your arousal. You cry out his name and he holds you against his face despite your body attempting to move. The wet noises he’s making only arouse you further and he encourages how your hips circle his lips and ready tongue. His fingers find their way inside you, mingling with his mouth and you gasp, gripping his hair and yanking. A nibble and salacious bliss. You yelp again and your body trembles uncontrollably, and he lifts you for a moment, inhaling and you see the sticky fluid of your desire clear on his stubble. “Beg for it.” He demands, his low husky voice serious and his eyes blown black.

You, dizzy from his mouth, struggle to comprehend. “Wh-what?”

A slow, wolffish grin spreads across Rugan’s face and he pushes you back, off of him so you roll back onto the grass. You look at him like a deer, frozen, and he leans over you, gripping your neck and pushes you back. “It seems you’re having a hard time hearing. I said beg.”

“Please..” you begin and he shakes his head, applying more pressure.

“Try again.”

You frown and lick your lips and pull his hand from your neck, catching him by surprise and you push him backwards and climb back over him. He smirks as you hold his head in place between your thighs, pushing them together and you see his eyes flutter and his lips part. “Finish what you started.”

His eyes widen and he groans, gladly bringing you down onto his face hard, eating you out like a famished street urchin. You buck against his chin as his hot tongue massages you, flicking against your throbbing bud and sleeping deeper inside, the stubble against your thighs driving you wild, and you feel yourself grow closer to the edge, moments away and he pushes his tongue and fingers so far into you you see stars. He holds you by your waist as you shudder against his mouth, him groaning as he tastes you and you cry out like a penitent seeking forgiveness. Pleasure roils through you like hot lava, your body shuddering as you tumble off the precipice of unadulterated pleasure. Rugan laps the essence of your climax, greedily indulging on you.

He comes up for air, grinning and kisses the inside of your thigh, his face flushed as you fall to the ground beside him. Your breath is jagged and he hovers over you, bringing his lips to yours so you taste yourself. Your lips part and you whimper, your hips subconsciously lifting to him. You fumble with his trousers and he slips out of them, the stiff erection grazing the folds between your thighs and you feel yourself soak with desire again.

He rolls his tongue with yours before taking you by the waist and flipping you so you lay face down on the ground. The sudden movement makes you yelp and you feel his strong fingers grip your waist and pull you back to him. You feel the head of his erection swirl around your opening and you mewl frantic, rocking backwards and wanting to take him fully. He denies you and pulls your hair to tilt your head back to him as he brushes his lips against your ear.

He thrusts into you with a painful slowness, his girth stretching you fully and you whimper, taking a fistful of grass as the pleasure overwhelms you. Rugan’s grunt of passion makes you feral and you roll your hips back, bringing him so deep that he releases a guttural grunt and his body begins to move urgently with yours in carnal lust. Gripping your hips roughly, he pounds deep into you, pressing against the depths of you and you cry out as you feel him push roughly against you. You know it will bruise and you relish in it. Where his fingers grip you the pressure is too strong, and yet you hunger for more and push yourself back against him. He pulls your hair harder and pulls the belt off his discarded pants. He wraps it around your neck and pulls lightly on the leash. The pressure against your neck combined with his aggressive thrusts make you writhe with heat, growing closer to release again. You entire body is tense and he squeezes your ass so hard you yelp, earning you a harder thrust and you grip the ground for purchase.

As he tugs at the belt around your neck, he kisses where your ear meets your throat and you whimper, hearing his wanton voice, “scream for me,” he commands and you do, crying out his name as you both move with a lustful urgency, your bodies slick with sweat and arousal until he is forcing himself so rough and deep into you that you shudder, sick with pleasure, and hear him groan as his sticky climax shoots into you, the warmth filling you and making you salivate. He tilts your head to kiss you from behind as he finishes, the throbbing of his twitching cock inside you sending you tumbling over the cliff of pleasure.

He rolls beside you and you both lie back, panting, staring at the sky. It takes a moment for you to return to yourself and he looks at you, his eyes still gleaming with desire. You smirk, “Surely that’s not the best you can do.” The taunt ignites something further in him and you surrender as you feel his hot mouth on yours again, eager to be sated. You will be exhausted tomorrow and it will have been worth it.

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namsoek · 1 year

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"I contemplate if I should wait to hand over the crown and stick around for a bit longer, I got a strange type of hunger, the more I eat, the more it gets stronger"

on the street by j-hope | simba by j. cole

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moonlight-prose · 8 months

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VIOLENT DELIGHTS

➙ 01. YOUNG GODS

a/n: if you've been here long enough you might recognize this title. you might have even read the horrible first version of this fic. i really loved this story when i first came up with it, but i tried so hard to post it week to week with episodes of loki season one and ended up not liking the result. so i've redone all of it from beginning to well...sort of end. (we've still got a whole new season to cover) so welcome to the new and improved loki love story. gif from this beautiful set by @/samdeans

summary: there's legends of a being so old they aren't even considered a god. stories told of the originator of chaos, the destroyer of the cosmos. you arrive on asgard for a short visit. never thinking that you'd fall in love while there.

word count: 3.1k+

pairing: loki x f!reader (is the celestial being khaos)

warnings: not explicit, first meetings, loki being a brash young god, love at first sight type of vibes, he's infatuated people.

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Asgard looked different than you originally expected it to. With the glittering gold and architecture that held a certain air of regality to it, the place looked like it was fit for kings and queens. For gods that found pleasure. Beings that held more power in one place than others would have liked. You commended them for their efforts; for sustaining such beauty in a universe that otherwise sought out destruction.

In all the centuries you’d been alive, you had never once set foot on this land. You once found it strange, having heard the tales of Odin regaled all around the universe. A king that protected his people, that helped those who needed aid. But you thought it best to keep your distance from a new world. From a place that originally sought to take down the powerful forces that existed in order to gain more power. Though their reign of hunger and greed had passed, you still felt wary about visiting a place that would have once sought to tear you apart.

Showing up unannounced as you were still attempting to find your own footing would have only caused trouble. Although trouble was something you pursued consistently in your life. It was the very reason for your being. The reason you were alive to begin with.

Your heeled boots sounded like thunder in the sky as you exited the Bifrost and finally entered Asgard. Air so fresh it cleansed your lungs filled you; a small waft of the scent of fruit mixed in as well. You smiled, taking in another deep breath before allowing yourself to move forward. The obsidian cloak you normally wore to conceal yourself was created with your magic woven into every stitch. A way for you to remain hidden in worlds that didn’t want your presence. Having heard about the opulence of Asgard, you thought it best to dress the part—the skirt of your black glittering gown dragging on the floor behind you beneath the cloak.

The ensemble felt too grand for you to wear, but one glimpse at the gold doors at the end of the rainbow bridge proved that you chose the better option.

A man dressed in gold armor to match that of his kingdom, stepped towards you. His bright yellow eyes gave away the power he possessed—having only seen it once before in your lifetime—and the stoic expression he wore told you the same amount. He was a guardian, a watchman, and he knew exactly who you were before you even stepped foot in his homeland.

“May I ask for your name?” You smiled, hoping it would show that you weren’t here to cause what you were most known for.

He remained silent, regarding you with a look that you’d presume to be of the analytical nature, but knew better. He was seeing your power, the cosmic swirl of darkness that enshrouded the universe. Watching as it spilled out of you—filling the spaces in between your bones, your body. You carried your piece of the universe with you wherever you went. It was rare for someone to see your true form—the reality of it was too powerful even for Asgardians—but he could.

That made your smile grow. “I’m not here to cause harm.”

“I know.” He didn’t give you time to respond, turning away and heading outside.

You followed, trying not to stare too long at the scenery. People said Asgard was one of the most stunning places to exist, but their words never captured the actual beauty that you were met with. In the distance you could see the very top of the golden palace that pointed directly to the skies. The sunlight caused it to glitter even more in the daytime and for a moment you forgot where you stood.

A horse with a coat that matched the darkness of your clothes, stood a few feet away. Your steed that had no doubt been procured by the kingdom. They must have known you were coming with warning from their guardian. You weren’t sure whether to be pleased as such a welcome…or be wary of what was to come.

Asgardians were known for their peace…now. But the time before still lingered in people’s memories—a reminder of what they could become if provoked.

“They’re waiting for you in the palace,” he said, drawing your attention away from the gilded landscape.

“They know I’m here then.”

He nodded. “They’ve known for some time now.”

As you expected, your visit would not be one to stir chaos. A flicker of disappointment echoed in your chest, your power stirring beneath the surface of your body.

“I suppose it’s better this way,” you replied, pulling yourself up to sit in the black leather saddle. “Less trouble for me to cause.”

You wanted him to smile—to laugh at your measly attempt at a joke. But he remained stoic and steadfast. He wasn’t there to be amused by your presence and while it stung slightly, you quickly understood exactly how Asgard was. They didn’t like having a being that could destroy their home wandering the palace halls. Their distaste for your power was like a bitter tang on your tongue—strong enough to rival all the alcohol you could drink.

They didn’t want you here.

Yet they would tolerate you, welcome you with stiff smiles and half hearted words of joy, because they knew what you could bring upon them. What you’d wrought upon so many other worlds in your existence.

“Thank you,” you said softly, bowing your head in his direction.

He responded in kind, eyes tracking your movements as you turned the horse swiftly, the skirt of your dress draping off to the side. Trailing pieces of your universe behind you in a beautiful cloud of blacks, blues, and purples. It seemed to collide with the rainbow bridge, lighting up the colorful hues that were reflected beneath you, and causing a light to follow behind. Letting the people know that there was someone here—a being far more powerful than a god.

“Your brother?” He heard her voice echo in the halls, carrying the weight of her nerves that quickly seeped into his skin.

“How should I know mother? Loki likes to—”

“Likes to what brother?” He fixed his sleeves, straightening them to the best of his ability after he was ushered so rudely back into his bed chambers. They barely gave him enough time to swallow his food before they were forcing him to look presentable.

It wasn’t every day that an ancient being visited the palace; which only made the nerves of everyone spike even higher. He wanted to tear himself away from this place, hide away in a cave somewhere and practice his magic, because at least then he’d remain sane. Chaos was his forte. Mischief his specialty. Dealing with the perfectionist view of his mother and father…was not. Loki would have rather spent his years in hiding rather than stand next to his brother, attempting to reflect the perfection of Asgard that so clearly wasn’t him.

“I was just saying…”

Loki scoffed, flicking an invisible piece of dirt off his sleeve. “You were just about to dig me even further into the ground.”

Thor shrugged, his lips twisting up into a mischievous smile that could rival Loki’s. “Don’t be so quick to assume. I could have been ready to praise you in front of our mother.”

“Praise isn’t apart of what you know—”

“Would you two please.” Loki’s mouth snapped shut, back straightening as his mother turned swiftly to glare at them. The sight, a familiar one after all these years.

He’d grown accustomed to getting reprimanded when it came to his brother. After all, bickering was one of their favorite pastimes. But today was not the day to pursue such irritating habits. Not when their mother looked ready to combust if someone were to press down on her a bit further. Her nerves were frayed—fingers twisting together anxiously as she paced the hall. Awaiting the arrival of their visitor. Overall she looked ready to flee at a moment's notice; her emotions mimicked his in the most basic of ways.

Loki had heard the tales of this being. Knew why the entire kingdom was on edge, because Khaos was not someone to be trifled with. They were…dangerous. Someone who enjoyed wreaking havoc upon others without thinking twice about it. And while he’d grown to admire their strength, their capability and power. He too was nervous about coming face to face with someone so formidable.

“I don’t see why we have to be here,” Thor began, his stance relaxed and unimpressed. “They didn’t tell us they were—”

The doors of the palace swung open, light shimmering across the marbled floor, and Loki watched his mother’s face pale slightly. Her back straight and hands pressed to her sides. It would take a few minutes for them to reach where they were standing, but a few minutes felt like an eternity. He wanted to comfort her, tell her he would handle this meeting, but the thought died in the back of his head when the echo of your heels grew louder—colors bleeding into the air as you approached.

Loki had never seen someone so beautiful.

As if you were made up of nothing but the cosmos—your black gown trailing behind you, bleeding the universe wherever you went. You practically radiated power—the weight of it heavy on his shoulders as he stood there. Struck speechless by the brilliance of your glow. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, palms slightly sweaty with nerves, as you approached calmly—eyes filled with wonder at the sight of their home.

“Welcome!” Frigga exclaimed, her lips pulling into a smile as she moved towards you.

You stopped a few feet away, bowing your head and letting your palms press into the skirt of your dress. There wasn’t anything that stated you had to respect the royalty of this planet, but you understood how people reacted when you showed them manners. They were more often than not taken aback by it. Your lips pulled into a soft smile, eyes glittering as you took in the three people standing there—each of them exhibiting emotions that you could practically touch in the air.

She wasn’t scared of you, that much was clear. Yet something cold still lingered when you shifted your eyes to her form—taking in the way she didn’t step near until you did it yourself. A blonde man stood behind her, hands clasped together and eyes almost as analytical as the man you’d met previously. He didn’t trust you. That much you could tell from the way he refused to speak—his body telling you enough.

But there was someone who stood off to the side, slightly separated from the both of them. He watched you with awe, his face an open book of expressions as you finally turned your head to face him. It struck you how stunning he was. From the curve of his face to the slope of his nose—his eyes, a swirl of blues and greens that hooked you right away. He wore gold armor that matched the horned helmet on his head, the color practically glowing against the green of his cape.

You wanted to know his name.

Speak to him and hear the lilt of his voice, the cadence of his words.

“We are delighted that you have chosen our world to rest on,” she said, dragging your attention away from him.

You stepped forward, doing what you could to reign in the power that threatened to slip free. If only to ease the minds of those around you. To prove that you weren’t here to cause trouble, you were merely visiting. She must have noticed your shift, her body visibly relaxing.

“It’s been quite a journey,” you replied, unable to take your attention away from the man whose gaze was piercing your skin. Like a knife, he dragged it along your form, carving away at the layers of your gown in the hopes of seeing what lay beneath.

What you didn’t show the rest of the universe.

“I’ve heard so much about Asgard,” you said smoothly.

She began to head down the hall, giving you space to fall into step with her. “It is a land known for its stories. Although I suppose you know much about such things.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly. “I do… Tell me, are the legends true? About what Asgard was before this?”

She stiffened, her eyes trained straight ahead at the double doors. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.” The doors swung open, revealing a dining hall—a table in the center practically overflowing with food as people moved to gather around it. “We’ll be dining here tonight. Someone will show you to your chambers afterwards.”

There was nothing left to be said, no conversation remaining to keep going, because she’d made it clear with that one gesture. You had overstepped—brought up a past that the men behind her probably didn’t even know about. So you nodded, thanked her for the warmth of her welcome, and moved off to the side, admiring the grandiose scene before you. Planets often arranged large events such as this when you visited, but something told you that this was a regular occurrence. That the opulence of this place was normal to everyone here.

Gathering the skirts of your dress, you moved to the balcony outside, the sunlight beginning to fade for night. The glow of darkness now covered parts of the land in the distance. You could practically see different planets in the distance. The stars were so bright the flames that had been lit beside you were almost not necessary.

Sighing, you attempted to find that star in the night sky that had always been your guiding light home. Many called it a planet—or perhaps even a sun in the distance—but you knew the truth. It was yours. The single thing gifted to you by the universe. Your pathway home, back to your own kingdom. To your land that stretched beyond time, beyond the makings of the universe.

Something prickled against the back of your neck, and you turned your head, catching the sight of something green and gold in your peripheral.

“It’s not polite to sneak up on someone,” you said, pressing your hands to the marbled edge of the balcony.

He stepped forward, the man you’d been so intrigued with from earlier, now coming to stand beside you—his horned helmet removed, armor and cape gone. “I must apologize. I’m just…” He cleared his throat, eyes cast out towards the hills of his homeland. “I find myself…drawn to you.”

The corners of your lips twitched, warmth spilling into your chest as you finally took in the sight before you. He was stunning. A man carved out of existence to form something that could rival distant galaxies. His fingers drummed along the railing, heart hammering against his chest as he let you explore him. Stood as still as possible until you were done traversing his form with your gaze.

“What’s your name?” you asked gently, wishing that you could skip the meal altogether and remain here with him.

He finally turned, leaning against his side and fixing you with a stare that you felt scrape against your heart. “Loki Odinson.”

Reaching forward, you offered him your hand as a gesture of kindness. Yet something more seemed to arch forward—flickering softly in your power as he took it. His touch was cold, but you found you enjoyed the feel of it over the warmth of the flames behind you. He was the difference that lay in the center of Asgard. The one who didn’t truly belong, and perhaps that’s why you found yourself so taken with him. Because he understood how you felt to stand in the midst of a land that wasn’t yours, a land that didn’t want you.

“It’s a pleasure Loki…Odinson.” Your words were breathy, your nerves showing through, and it made his lips curl into a smile.

“May I ask for your name?”

You shrugged, waving your other hand in the air. “I go by many names. Too many for me to keep track of sometimes.”

He nodded. “But you do have one name you prefer the most. Do you not?”

The breathless feeling from earlier was back, your power singing a tune that he met in kind. “I do,” you replied. Saying the name softly, you watched his lips curl around the letters, forming it so delicately you felt as if he was licking it against your skin.

Guiding your hand to his lips, he kissed your knuckles gently, sending another spark of heat through your body. It curled around your stomach, pulling tight against your nerves. But you found you wanted more. You wanted it to consume you. To suffocate you until no breath remained in your lungs; until you were nothing but specks of stardust he could scatter throughout the universe.

“It’s a pleasure,” he breathed, eyes taking in the way your lips parted slightly, your chest raising and breasts pushing against the corset of your gown.

Starlight glimmered bright along your gown, causing light to spread through the area around you, and he watched in awe as it wrapped around your entwined palms. As if sealing his touch with a promise of more.

Loki had never had his heart stolen so quickly before. Never thought it was even possible for him to feel such emotions. Yet there you were. Standing before him like a vision from his dreams, eyes wide and open as the realization settled over both of you like a dark storm cloud. This was not simply a mere meeting between strangers, but something far greater. Something that could shift all the stars in the universe, creating a layer of chaos that could not be undone.

“I suppose we should eat,” you said at last, dragging yourself out of your dazed stupor.

He grinned, refusing to release your hand, even as you took a step towards the entrance way. “If you wish.”

He led you down the steps, guiding you through the dining hall towards the seat that sat near his father, replacing Thor’s. A hush fell over the room when you entered, shining just a bit brighter than earlier—your fingers interlaced with his. Loki felt the hatred seep into his skin as men glared at the sight. Dismayed that you seemed to be taken with the God of Mischief. The prince that did not fit in with the rest of Asgard.

Gripping his hand tighter, you felt something shift in your chest. Wrapping around you and claiming you in front of everyone there. Yet you found…you delighted in it. Enjoyed how the one most like you, declared you as his in front of all his people. You were the most powerful being on this planet, and Loki Odinson now held you in his possession.

Laying claim to your very being.

#loki x f!reader #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki odinson #loki fic #loki laufeyson #my writing

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ncteez · 1 year

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sycophant (p.s)

If anyone were to ask you about the executive of your department, you’d say he’s too stoic, strict, and a pain in your ass. The handsome face and sleek suits don’t make up for the way he runs the department, honestly, they don’t. Strangely enough, he offers a solution to you on a silver platter during a mandatory company Christmas party and you can’t help but love the idea of taking your frustrations out on the very person who causes them.

or the one where your boss is scary and intimidating but really really wants to be slapped around behind closed doors.

ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do.

WORDCOUNT― 12.9k

PAIRING― park seonghwa x afab reader

CONTENT― submissive seonghwa, dom reader (she’s never done it before tho so cut her some slack), office setting but no mentions of the actual job bc this is a fantasy not a fucking nightmare, kind of enemies to lovers but not really (it’s just a boss/employee dynamic)

OTHER CHARACTERS― hongjoong as the company designer, yunho as the accountant, wooyoung as an intern, mingi as the guy who has drama with his date at the christmas party

NOTE― shout out to park seonghwa for being a fucking MENACE. bigger shoutout to @domjaehyun for helping me edit this fic and dealing with my shit involving said menace

smut tags under cut::

smut tags― oral (fem receiving), hair pulling and face guiding, breath play, cock warming, riding, unprotected sex, begging, choking, it’s pretty tame to be considered a sub/dom type thing but you’ll understand if you read it lmao, dirty talk, degradation(ish), praise(ish), edging, nipple play, he has a lot of cum to donate to her lmao

He is just a man. Just a man that oversees the entire department, just a man that orders pizza as a form of encouragement when his employees are physically rotting before him from the hours worked, just a man that drinks five coffees a day and appears to get paid for doing nothing but wandering the building and maintaining that everyone fears his judgment.

“Just a man?” you scoff, side-eyeing your friend as you pick your lunch apart, not bothering to check the time because you’ve already worked fifty hours this week, and surely you have another day to get through before you can think straight. You get paid a salary so, you can take as long as you fucking want to pick apart this stale sandwich.

“You don’t know him,”

“That’s a fair point, but I’m just saying, everyone hates their boss,” She laughs in pity, minimizing your complaining and shrugging at you. “You’re not special and the world isn’t out to get you.”

You glare at her before swiping your cup of watered-down iced coffee up and taking a large sip.

“Okay, so maybe the world isn’t out to get me,” you counter, “but Seonghwa sure the fuck is.”

“Oh? You’ve yet to tell me what he’s personally done to you. You doted on him when he hired you, what’s changed other than him doing his actual job?”

You glare harder, hating that you get picked apart on the clock by him, and now you’re being picked apart off the clock by your very best friend.

“Do you have a notepad? I’ve got an entire list.”

She perks up at the frustrated face you’re giving to her, nodding her head with a mischievous hunger for the drama that she, thankfully, doesn’t have to involve herself in.

“You know how during interviews, you get asked what your strengths and weaknesses are?” You ask with a frustrated voice, sipping your coffee again.

She nods enthusiastically.

“Well– when I said my weakness is taking on too much responsibility, y’know, to impress him– I didn’t expect him to put me in charge of the biggest project of the year.”

She laughs at you.

“What?!” you grouch, “I’m not even close to being done with my list!”

“I don’t think he would give you that project if he didn’t think you could do it. You don’t give yourself enough credit, you should be thanking him. Do you not want to move up the corporate ladder?”

You lean back on your chair with a creaking sound, crossing your arms and grimacing at her for defending your boss.

“Anyway, he always comes over and points out my mistakes. He uses this soft voice that I know is fake as hell because he doesn’t do that with anyone else. When he leaves his comfy fucking office, there’s like an eighty percent chance he’s coming to grill me for something–”

“Define ‘grilling’,” your friend counters, picking you apart in an uncomfortable way. She’s supposed to be your best friend, not Seonghwa’s parrot.

“Like, he just comes up with a grocery list of things that I need to fix–”

“Because you made mistakes and it’s an important project,” your friend points out. “So, what? You want him to let you fuck it up?”

You take a moment to decide if she’s right or wrong. The issue is that she doesn’t know him or how condescending he sounds when he points out the mistakes.

“I am more than capable of taking care of it on my own,” You lie, because some of the mistakes he’s pointed out really could have caused you to lose your job.

“Whatever you say, go on. That’s two points against him for you, I still just think he’s doing his job though,”

You ignore her, continuing down the list of bullshit he’s done to you.

“He glares at me,” you grouch further, “He’s nice to everyone but me, and he walks around like his asshole is made of gold.”

Your friend snorts, shaking her head at your anger. The reality that she sees is that you’re thinking too hard, you’re trying too hard to dislike him.

“Noted,” She nods her head at you, signaling that she’s grown tired of your complaining and refusal to take into account that this is just what a boss does. They glare, they point out mistakes, they’re fake toward everyone. “Onto other matters, what else is going on at work?”

You sigh, finally turning your attention back to your very sad lunch.

“There’s a fucking mandatory Christmas party, it’s also required that we dress up for it.” You grimace, appearing to be a rain cloud within this restaurant.

“Is alcohol involved, and perhaps, a plus one?”

You look at her with curiosity, “Why, you wanna be my date?”

“Only if there’s alcohol. I’d like to see the man with the golden asshole, mostly so I can understand how he’s turned my best friend into a stick in the mud.”

“There’s alcohol; if there weren’t, you know I’d be bringing some anyway.”

There’s a moment of silent agreement as the two of you nod to each other.

“I’ll respond to the invite and add your name as my plus one,” you smile, knowing that as long as she’s with you, the party can’t feel like much of a drag, “remember, it’s a formal party, so don’t dress like we are going to the club–”

You stop yourself.

“Actually, we should totally dress like we are going to the club.”

The two of you have mischievous little smiles on your faces as you finish your lunch, ignoring the fact that you’ve been at this restaurant for at least two hours by now.

The Christmas party venue is embarrassingly extravagant. A blatant show of wealth on the company’s part as you and your best friend drive to the entrance.

“They fucking hired valets?” You grimace, looking at your friend with a roll of your eye.

“Hey, maybe they’ll pay for our ride home too because I know for a fact that we are about to be the drunk bitches at a corporate party.”

You ignore her comments, not intentionally because you’re definitely gonna at least be buzzed, but because you’re being ushered out of the car and suddenly this outfit feels too much.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have literally dressed like we are going to the club,” You complain, feeling the cold December air smack right against your exposed thighs and the fabric keyhole design sitting against your chest.

“Stop being insecure, let’s go find the bar,” she ushers you much like the valet did, checking in with your names and receiving three free drink tickets each in a small envelope.

“Ah, so only the first three are free?” She looks disappointed.

“They’ve gotta pay my wages too, you know, stop complaining. Besides, you act like we don’t have our purses stuffed with airplane bottles.” You respond, wandering through the hall until finding the space where your entire company appears to already be warm and mingling among one another.

Internally, you groan. Externally, you’re smiling and waving at each person who looks your way. You feel small and trashy compared to these people but your outfit, fortunately, isn’t out of line at all. It appears that many women both within the company and some appearing to be dates went a similar route that you took with your attire. Formal is likely meant to be modest but extravagant, yet here you are fitting in with forty other women who went for showing their cleavage and thighs.

“Looks like everyone else had the same idea,” your friend mutters to you quietly, eyes scanning over the room and noticing how attractive some of these people are. “Who is that guy?”

You look at her and follow her line of vision before snorting.

“That’s Yunho,” You laugh at her interest, but you get it. “Accounting.”

She gets this evil little look on her face as she turns to you.

“What’s the starting pay for an accountant in this company?”

You shrug because you wouldn’t know, it’s still an unspoken rule to not speak of your pay to your co-workers.

“That one over there is Hongjoong, coolest dude you’ll ever meet–” you nod your head towards the man with a feisty little suit, bow tie crooked as all hell with his messy dyed hair. You can tell he’s already had well over his three free drinks because he’s sitting next to Wooyoung and appears to be having a great time.

“Oh, they hire people like that here?”

You look at your friend confused and then motion towards yourself.

“Well, they hired me, so– yeah? Plus, he’s one of our designers, you know, the artsy type.”

“And the guy he’s with?”

“Wooyoung, intern.”

You really don’t feel like introducing every single goddamn person in this building.

“What about her?” Your friend looks at the bar and points out a woman that’s practically hanging on someone else.

“I don’t know her, she’s probably just someone’s plus o–” you pause, noting that the very man she’s hanging all over is none other than your boss. “Is that fucking Seonghwa?”

Your friend is instantly interested, grabbing your arm and dragging you towards the bar as she whisper-shouts at you.

“That’s him?!” She questions, looking at you with wide eyes. “You never said he was fucking hot!”

“He’s not!” You argue, stopping at the bar and doing your best not to study his plus one. You can imagine that the woman is his girlfriend or something because Seonghwa truly does appear to be young. You still think he probably got this job because one of his parents threatened someone for it. No way in hell is he married yet.

“Are you fucking blind?” Your friend is having a great time, apparently, as she shamelessly stares at your boss. “Look at him!”

You, for some reason, listen to her. You do look at him. Never could you have imagined him wearing a suit sleeker than what he wears every day at the office, yet here he is. This time, his hair isn’t in a fixed position like normal either. The slick suit paired with the intentionally messy hairstyle does kind of make you think he might be kinda hot. Maybe you need a few drinks in you before you admit that though, mostly because it looks like your boss is trying too hard to fit in with his rowdy and laid-back employees.

By the time you order your drink and have it in hand, you’re avoiding Seonghwa again. Or, well, you’re trying to, but it appears that he has a different plan in mind. He leaves the girl hanging all over him to come up to you and your friend in a huff.

“Ah, welcome!” He greets you, looking you up and down in a way that anyone probably would after seeing you every day of the week in pantsuits and business casual dresses. “You look great! Is this your plus one?”

“Ramona!” Your friend introduces herself and you turn to look at her with confusion.

“Ramona?”

Seonghwa looks between the two of you and then at the man at the bar. Without even thinking, he leans between both of you to order himself a drink and then leans back as if he didn’t just enter your personal space and smell fucking heavenly.

Despite your friend giving a fake name for some reason, you decide to ask her about it later as you stand awkwardly with more skin showing to Seonghwa than you’d prefer he see. Sure, he said you look great, but he’s probably said that to every person here already.

“Ramona, y/n,” he says, grabbing his freshly made drink from the bar, “I need to go tell someone to get their date under control, so if you’ll excuse me,”

This is the first time you’ve seen Seonghwa look the way he does and act this casually despite still being semi-formal in tone.

With another roll of your eye at him the moment he turns his back, you watch him walk directly toward Mingi. You snicker. So, the woman is Mingi’s date and she appears to have found more of an interest in Seonghwa. That’s gonna be some fun drama to hear about on Monday. Anyway, back to your friend with the gaping mouth as she watches him walk away.

“If I, for one, had that man giving me orders, I wouldn’t be calling you to complain,”

“Oh? Ramona? Is that how you feel?” You glare for a moment but still smile a bit at her.

“I never give out my real name at clubs, especially not when they’re serving whiskey this strong–you already knew that though,”

You nod and turn to place both hands on her shoulders.

“Reminder that this is a corporate Christmas party,” you warn, “you can hit someone up, but do not fucking embarrass me.”

Her eyes are glued to something else before she trails her eyes back at you and smiles through a hefty sip of her drink with a nod.

“I’m not gonna be the one embarrassing anyone tonight, look at that,” she says, nodding into a corner.

Your eyes go to that very spot and see none other than Mingi scolding his date and her appearing to apologize profusely before pointing to Seonghwa and doing some hand motions that appear to be, well, sexual. You watch Mingi walk away from her with a huff, heading straight for the bar with a solemn look on his face.

“Act normal,” your friend instructs, raising her brows and already having a great time.

Mingi comes directly to you. Given, the two of you have often talked shit about Seonghwa and other co-workers together in the break room after closing hours when you’re stuck working over.

“Ridiculous,” Mingi grouches, pushing you gently to the side to get himself a drink.

“What happened?” You turn to lean over the counter with him, leaving your friend behind the two of you as you prod for the drama.

“I brought my friend who is in town for Christmas thinking we could like, catch up, but it looks like she’s more interested in embarrassing me by trying to fuck our boss–”

You snort and clap him on the shoulder.

“If it makes you feel any better, the party is a drag for me too.”

“Oh yeah? Why?” he turns to you as he grabs his drink, noting your outfit but forcing himself to keep his eyes away from your body.

You don’t even have an answer to his question but you smile at him and motion to the entire room.

“Fair.” He looks at you, and then scans the room for his date. “I’d better get back and make sure she’s not trying to get into his pants again,”

He appears to be defeated but you hope that glass in his hand can make up for the mishap.

How can a Christmas party with such strong drinks still end up being a fucking bore? You find yourself two hours into the party and sitting at a table with your friend, both of you scrolling through your phones as a bad song on the speakers is replaced with an even worse song.

“Do you wanna leave?” you ask, noting that the two of you have already chugged the airplane bottles in your bags after finishing the final free drink, yet the buzz is fucking dragging.

“Yep,” your friend admits, already locking her phone and standing up.

As you stand with her, the buzz hits you twice as hard and you’re immediately sitting back down.

“Woah, okay, maybe not,” you laugh, watching your best friend stumble back into her own seat with a laugh of her own.

“I’m like, I’m actually very drunk,” you giggle warmly, not realizing that the snacks offered do very little to soak up the alcohol in your stomach.

“Does this song suddenly sound really good to you?” She looks at you, bobbing her head.

“Yeah, actually–” You pause, looking at the section of the room where people are wobbling around and dancing with each other. “Kinda wanna dance.”

She nods with a smile, trying to stand up again as if she’s sober and clumsily grabbing your hand. The two of you make it to the dance floor in a blur, dancing the entire walk over to where the music becomes deafeningly loud and the bass appears to run through your veins. God, music sounds so fucking good when you’re drunk.

It’s almost like you are at a club, dancing, sweating, sighing out just to catch your breath as you move around with your friend in front of you, next to you, and sometimes behind you. You forget that all of the people surrounding you are those who see you hunched over a spreadsheet for sometimes twelve hours a day. You forget that they’re anything other than normal people who are desperately releasing their stress through alcohol at a party thrown by the very reason for the stress.

For a moment as you dance, you try to focus on those around you. The silence from everyone on the dance floor is mesmerizing as you glance at each face and realize their exhaustion matches your own, but they’re feeling the music in a way that is releasing. Never would you have imagined seeing Hongjoong drunk off of his ass, hanging an arm around a laughing Wooyoung’s shoulder as they attempt a dance move that you swear you’ve seen somewhere. Even Mingi appears to be less solemn now, towering over several dancing bodies and probably doing dome pop-lock-and-drop-it type move because he seems like the type to do it.

And then, the moment is ruined when your eyes land on Seonghwa, far behind the dance floor and leaning against the bar with his stupid messy hair and his stupid mean eyes. Of course, he wouldn’t be on the floor dancing and having a good time. Of course, he’s standing there judging the people he manages. Or rather, judging you. He’s glaring at you as you glare back at him before rolling your eyes and trying to get back into the groove of the now-changing song.

“This is way more fun than I thought it would be,” your friend admits, shimmying her body back and forth in front of you. “Which one of these dudes happens to be single?” She laughs, but you can tell it was only a half joke.

“Yunho,” You go through a short list in your head, “Mingi is, but he and his date appear to be getting along again.”

She nods, taking notes in her head.

“What about Seonghwa?” She laughs at your silence.

“Probably. With the way he’s a fucking asshole and all–”

Your friend claps and immediately stops dancing.

“Great! I’m gonna go talk to him!”

Instantly you freeze, feeling frustrated at her attempts.

“Do not, I repeat, do not embarrass me.”

She waves you off as she backs herself off of the floor and winks at you. You immediately follow, trying to reach out and drag her back into your care to save yourself from having to deal with the same shit Mingi had to deal with.

“Ramona!” You shout her fake name as a warning, but it’s ignored as she closes in on Seonghwa and clumsily stands beside him as she starts talking.

You look at her, then at Seonghwa, and realize he was still watching you before he drags his eyes away and gives her one of the most insincere smiles you’ve ever seen.

After a good ten minutes of letting her shoot her shot against your warning, you decide to make your way over to either save your best friend or save your job by getting her away from him.

“Ramona, you should have some water,” you comment as you walk up and blatantly ignore your boss.

“Taken care of,” She smiles and wiggles her brows, swirling her cup of water in your face. “I don’t see why you think Seonghwa is so–”

You cut her off immediately, glancing at Seonghwa and the way his face falls into curiosity at her unfinished sentence.

“I think we should be heading out! Don’t mind her,” You wave him off, trying to pull her from the bar and as far away from your boss as you possibly can.

By the time you get outside of the room, preparing to drag her all the way down this hallway and out outside to call a ride for the two of you, you’re glaring at her. The music is still loud, and your ears are ringing a bit from the frustration.

“Why the fuck would you say anything like that in front of him?” You argue, watching her realize that she really was out of line.

“I wasn’t even thinking, god, I’m so sorry,” She says, already preparing to fall to her knees in an apology.

“You do realize he’s probably going to ask me what you meant, right? How am I supposed to explain that? You are not ever coming with me to a company event again.”

She pleads with her eyes, genuinely appearing sorry before her gaze shifts and she’s staring directly behind you.

“You can’t just try to fuck my boss and then throw me out to the wolves like that!”

“Hey, wait,” she tries to stop you, wanting to save whatever facade you have left in front of your boss.

“He’s going to think I talk shit about him!”

“You think I don’t know that my team talks shit about me?” A voice rings out from behind you, breaking whatever happy drunken state you had left and causing you to freeze on the spot.

You don’t turn around as your eyes fall to your quite possible ex-best-friend as the realization hits you. You’re already lying down in the hole that’s been dug for you.

“Just an hour ago I heard Mingi tell his date that I’m not as nice as I seem.”

His voice sounds a little defeated as you finally try to force yourself to turn to him. Mostly because, if anything, if he knows that the majority of you talk shit, he can’t single you out, can he?

Except, he kind of is. You can’t imagine he would approach Mingi about it like he is to you.

“I’m sorry,” you say as you turn to face him, expecting a specific emotion to be on his face but feeling shocked that he looks fucking smug about it.

“I’m not going to pretend that everyone likes me, but I hope you’re all aware of the fact that I can’t be your friend in the office. I've got a boss too, and he’s not exactly fond of the way things have been going lately.”

You know that. You are more than aware that every employee has a boss, and every boss has a boss, and every boss’s boss has a boss. You happen to be almost at the bottom of that chain though, and it is hard at times to imagine someone like Seonghwa feeling the same stress that he makes you feel.

“This party was meant for us to unwind, even me. Why do you think the CEOs aren’t here?” He laughs, wondering if you’re too drunk for him to be this forward with you. “I paid for this party with my money, they don’t even know we are having it right now.”

Interesting.

“So, I think you should stay.” He finishes, looking at you as if he has all the confidence in the world knowing that the majority of the people at this party dislike him.

“I also think we should stay,” Your friend pipes in from behind you, poking her head out from your shoulder.

Without even answering, Seonghwa turns to wave the two of you back to the party with a smile that is…more sincere than you’ve ever seen. Maybe he isn’t so bad. Before your friend can usher you past him though, he’s tapping your shoulder and giving you a concerned look.

“Can I actually speak with you alone?” He asks, his face appears more genuine than you’ve ever seen it before.

Your friend turns to look at you, motioning for you to come with her but you look back at Seonghwa and shrug before following him down the hall and outside.

What you were expecting when you stepped out of those doors with your boss was a more in-depth review of how you’re acting. You thought he would break that somewhat genuine persona now that there’s no one around to listen, and he would give you a harsh warning to not defame his character at a party that he paid for.

No, no, no. It appears he has a different motive. One that threw you for a loop. One that made you wonder if you were on a hidden camera show, one that caused interest to replace disdain. You were not expecting him to stumble through his words at you, nor were you expecting him to admit that he’s nervous to be bringing it up at all. Seeing your boss break character was something to remember, but you forgot all about it the moment he laid out his proposal.

To put it bluntly, your boss wants to fuck, or rather, your boss wants you to fuck him. Never mind how you got to this point, and never mind the fact that he’s brought you back inside and given you at least eight glasses of water and two plates of snacks to sober you up with so he can present his offer again when you’re more aware of his words. Never mind the fact that your best friend just left with Yunho, and never fucking mind the fact that you’re more than willing to go home with him and pretend that Monday isn’t going to be awkward.

“Feel better?” Seonghwa asks, having not left your side since he spoke with you outside in the cold air.

It’s a strange kind of feeling, actually. After seeing two people shoot their shot at him, you find him by your side, not leaving you even for a moment. His stance appears to be that of an animal warding others from his prey and it’s kind of something you can’t think too hard about.

If you remind yourself that he’s your boss, you want to leave. If you think about how just this morning you wanted to see him tumble down the stairs of your office building, you almost laugh and agree with the image, but– if you don’t think about those things, you look at him and see a very attractive man with the need to be, what was it he said? Put in his place?

An insane image on its own. Your boss taking you outside just to propose a hookup, asking you bluntly to put him in his place? Telling you that you’re free to decline and that nothing would change at work, but that he thinks you’d be able to fulfill his desire of the night, especially with the way you look at him in such a frustrating way. He really came onto you like this, and with the way you accepted, it’s no wonder he’s so fucking confident.

“Much better,” you respond, looking toward the door and watching the way people start to leave. “You really know how to sober a person up,”

“Is that one of your famous insults toward me?” Seonghwa laughs, shifting his posture and leaning against you a bit, close enough to where you can hear him whisper, “You can be meaner about it, you know?”

You can tell, even with his close proximity to you, that he’s trying to appear to be in a simple conversation with his staff. To anyone else, it wouldn’t appear strange or weird to find you standing next to your boss. Several times tonight, even those who hate him as much as you do were found next to him, speaking as if they aren’t going to talk shit Monday morning in the break room before he shows up two hours late.

“So, you’re really into that sort of thing?” You look at him, his gaze equally as evil as it usually is, except this time you realize the thoughts behind that gaze. All day, every day during the week, he looks at you like this. Never have you seen him do it to someone else. You thought it was because he hated you and wanted to make your working life a living hell.

“I am, and I do not usually offer myself to someone I work with,” he leans away, processing the fact that he’s actually never proposed this with a person at his office. Better yet, a person who is under his management. It’s dangerous, and it’s probably stupid, but since the moment he hired you he’s wanted you.

His interest in you only grew the more you’d roll your eyes at him, the more he’d catch your hushed insults about him, the more you’d groan after he would leave your space thinking he was out of earshot.

“Oh yeah?” You ask for confirmation, “why are you approaching me with it then?”

He looks at you with a smirk and you watch as his eyes trail down your body for a few moments before meeting your eye again.

“You’re my type,” he admits, “and I don’t come across my type often.”

“Do you often single out your type and make them feel as if they’re not capable?” You counter, testing the waters.

“Yes.”

As strange as it felt leaving your car behind (despite that kind of being a given whether you went home or not), getting into Seonghwa’s car felt far weirder to you. The sleek paint job matches the suits he cycles through day by day. Having your shoes on makes you feel like you’re dirtying up his floorboards, and you feel like if you move too much the car will eject you out of itself based on how not-rich you appear to be.

“You’re sure you want this?” Seonghwa buckles himself in, placing a hand on the steering wheel and looking straight at the keyhole shape on your top. “I can drive you home if you decide you don’t want to.”

Seeing him blatantly checking you out like this is a new sort of experience. Those eyes are doing the same thing that you’ve grown to hate except now you’re excited to feel them on you. The stoic boss who intimidates others through a single look alone is now sitting next to you in his car, broken out of his work-day demeanor and staring at you as if you don’t work for him at all.

“I’d just end up inviting you inside,” you admit, your eyes now trailing down his body and stopping between his legs.

His smile is mischievous when he realizes that you’re checking him out too, and he trails his eyes down his own body to see what you’re looking at. He shifts a bit to spread his legs further before looking back at you.

“I’ll take your word for it,” he says, intentionally twitching in his pants before reaching his hand over to your cheek. “there’s nothing you can’t do when you look at me like that.”

You’re taken aback by how blatant and blunt he is. From asking you at all to now knowing he doesn’t have to think too hard about it. You wonder if you’ll still hate him after tonight. There was very little small talk at all, he really went straight to the point of fucking the moment he got you alone.

“Maybe you’ll take my word for it next time I’m trying to work and you interrupt me then?” You playfully argue, feeling him pull his hand back and place it on his keys to start the car.

“Oh no,” he coos, now turning to look behind him to back out. “I might trust you to fuck me, but you’re not going to get the chance to submit this project without me looking at every word, number, and punctuation mark.”

You nod, feeling warm at the way he somehow slips dirty talk into business casual talk. You say nothing as he backs the car out and begins to slowly drive out and away from all of the familiar faces waiting for their ride and cars to be delivered to them. Instead, you find yourself watching him navigate his car. So used to seeing him stalk around the office, even more used to seeing him type against your keyboard to fix your mistakes– he’s much more attractive when he’s not under the morgue lighting of the office. Much more attractive sitting in that seat next to you, eyes focused on the road rather than looking at you.

“You’re staring,” he breaks the silence, glancing over to you as he reaches a red light. “I’m gonna need you to hate me for a little longer before you decide you like me,”

You look away from him this time, shaking your head.

The red light illuminates your face through the windshield as he now shamelessly looks at you again, knowing that once the light illuminates a different color on your cheeks, he can look away and contain himself.

“I’m staring too,” he admits, willing the red light to last for a bit longer so that he can see the way you react. “You don’t seem familiar with being brought home with a man,”

You turn to look at him again, this time offended that he appears to believe you don’t get fucked on the regular. Well, he’s not entirely wrong and most of the time you’re just being fucked at your job with deadlines and stress.

“I am very familiar with a man driving me home, just not familiar with you being that man,”

Seonghwa nods, the green light now shining against your cheeks and forcing him to look away.

“Not something many people could get used to, I imagine,” Seonghwa pauses, going in loops in his head over how you intend to navigate the night with him. “Then again, it’s not every day that a woman gets to put her boss in his place.”

Your mouth falls open at his words and how casually he says it, you’re constantly being hit with the reality of why you’re in this car.

“I’ve never done this before, you know?” You admit, feeling a bit nervous over the fact that the man who dominates the office wants you to dominate him.

“I’ll talk you through it, don’t worry,” he explains, twitching in his pants at the idea of him asking you to do something and then you actually doing it. “Have you ever made a man cry before?”

“Not in the way you’re expecting,” you laugh, trying to joke your way through the unfamiliar territory with him.

“I’m expecting a lot from you,” he smiles, eyes still on the road. “Besides, I’ve been told that I look good when I cry and beg.”

Jesus fucking christ.

You’re truly far too sober right now as you step through the door of his pretty house, the marble floors sparkle when he flips the light switch, and the echo in the room of your shoes tapping against the floor is drastically different from the laminate floors of your apartment. His walls are pristine, not a crooked painting in sight, his curtains look more comfortable than the blankets you cuddle up with at home, and fuck, the way he fits right in. His house matches him so well, it’s almost laughable.

“Yeah, I can see it,” you say, looking around the spacious room before slipping your shoes off and trying to avoid the way he’s looking at you.

“See what?” He asks, amused at the way you’re reacting to his home.

“This is definitely your house, and you definitely paid for that party.”

He chuckles, walking around a counter space and running his fingers through his hair before leaning forward against it.

“I’m not really in the mood to talk about myself right now,” he opens his eyes again and there’s that glaring look again. “I’d prefer it if we get straight to the point.”

You swallow hard, walking up to the other side of the counter and looking at him. You’re officially as nervous as you possibly could be in this situation.

“I will only direct you when you aren’t sure of what to do,” he smiles, wanting so badly to live out the fantasy that he often finds himself falling into when he looks at you. “Look around, find the room you want to fuck me in.”

God, he’s so fucking blunt about it. Almost demanding despite admitting to wanting to be demanded himself. Not only is it weirdly sexy when he says it, but it still instills a huge amount of anxiety in your body over the fact that you’re going to have to analyze a room for sex and then trot back out here and tell him which one.

You take a few moments to contain yourself before you nod awkwardly and start walking around his spacious and silent home.

“Can you like, play some music or something?” You turn to ask, and he nods.

As you’re walking down a hallway, you can imagine yourself getting lost in this house. The music softly comes from every corner of every room as you begin your search as well. You’re thankful that no room in his home has to remain silent with the sound system that must have cost a fortune. It calms you as you stop at a door and open it.

“No,” you immediately say, stepping back and ignoring the fact that Seonghwa has a fucking hot tub in his bathroom.

You continue up a set of stairs and look around for a moment. You feel like you’re taking too long as you begin to peek into each of the rooms on this level. How the fuck are you expected to pick a room when the only room you’ve ever been fucked in is a bedroom or a living room? Seonghwa is so fucking weird.

Finally, with all of the bedrooms appearing to be fit for a king that wants to be sexually dominated, you settle on the one that has the window facing the moon. So, you make your way back downstairs, feeling your brain count down your demise the closer you get to him.

“The room with the really big windows,” you immediately say in a nonchalant way when you get back to him, feeling small.

“Oh yeah? Why?” He asks, stepping away from the counter he had been patiently waiting for you at.

You expected that he wanted you to name the room, but you didn’t exactly prepare a reason as to why you wanted to fuck him in the specific room.

“Um,” you pause, shocked at his question. “The moon looks nice I guess?”

He hums.

“You’re expected to be looking at me, babe, not the moon.”

Babe?! Never has he called you by anything other than your name until now, it’s making your heart jump.

“Ah, well,” you shift your weight to your other leg and shrug, “Do you have any suggestions then?”

He shakes his head with a chuckle, walking up to you and ushering you backward.

“From this moment forward, I am suggesting nothing but how to touch me,” he says as he begins to undo each button on his shirt. “take me to the room.” He adds, slipping his shirt out of his pants and reaching for his belt.

You’re still stumbling backward as you watch him undress. He really jumps right into it then?

Your eyes are stuck as your pupils begin to widen at the image of him walking you backward. No longer does he feel like your boss, this is someone else, this is someone you want. He appears so ready, willing, and determined at this moment too, so you try to match energy.

Confidence coming back far too quickly to realize, you turn and lead him to the room you’ve chosen and for some odd reason, it feels easy to eye-fuck him each time you look back at him on your way to the room. Still, you don’t know how to go about this or how to fuck him the way he wants you to but god damn are you willing to try.

He stands before you inside of the chosen room, an untucked shirt that is also unbuttoned, buckle hanging open from the loops of his pants, eyes equally as blown as yours as he licks against his lips and awaits your instruction.

“Do whatever you want,” he encourages you, dipping his head down to where he’s a mere inch from your face. “Kiss me, hurt me, fuck me, whatever you want.”

You’re not sure if you will ever be able to get used to Seonghwa saying things like these, especially when they’re directed at you. It’s so fucking intimidating and entirely too arousing for you to comprehend within this short span of a single night.

Looking at him, he must be able to see the shock on your face at his words, and he softens his gaze a bit with a smile.

“Relax, don’t think of me as your boss right now–”

You pause again because the only reason you’re doing this is because he’s your boss and he just offered himself to you in the midst of a company party that he paid for.

“I’d prefer if I did think of you as my boss,”

“I won’t be bossing you around though,” he counters before the realization hits him. “Oh, so you are on the same page?” he smirks when you look down at the floor.

You nod before taking in a sharp breath and pulling him by his open collar, leading him to the floor just before reaching the bed. A little shocked still at how easy it is when you just do it, you do your best to stay calm and push back that nervous energy growing inside of you.

He chuckles a bit at the harsh pull against his collar before falling to his knees at the spot you lead him to and he looks up at you and on instinct as he reaches between his legs, ready to pull himself out of his pants like he’s so used to doing when a woman has him in this position.

Looking down at him, you think you like him at this angle, and there’s that confidence again. You’re sick of this push and pull of your nervousness so you really try this time to let go and just– fucking do what you very clearly want to do.

You step beside him and place yourself on the edge of the bed beside him and he watches you do it, turning his body so that he’s now sitting on the floor in front of you. Again, you try not to think when you awkwardly reach under your skirt and slip your panties down your legs, keeping them together so that he can’t see beneath the fabric.

He tilts his head as he watches the panties slide down your legs before reaching both hands out to your knees.

“I would have done that for you,” he comments, looking at the way your panties drop to the floor between the two of you and preventing himself from snatching them up to keep for his own personal reasons.

You’re starting to catch on. He did tell you what he’s into and so far, the only thing you’ve done was bring him to this room and sit him on the floor. Given, through those two actions your attraction towards him has surpassed what you’ve ever felt towards another man willing to get his cock out.

“What else would you do for me?” You ask, tilting your head and testing the waters.

“Anything,” he responds, attempting to move your legs open in front of him, “anything you want, just tell me.”

His voice is soft at that moment and it has you feeling a way that is somehow more unexpected than anything else. This is your chance to take out your frustrations through pleasure and it’s not like you’ve never done this before at least.

Without a word, you gently reach to his hair, watching him sigh at the contact of your gentle fingers running through the strands, and then you grip his hair from the back and pull him forward. You spread your legs as you do it, skirt easily rolling up your thighs.

The fucking moan he lets out when you do that is pornographic, and it’s like he knows exactly what to do when he’s got his face so close to your heat. He’s already got his tongue out when you guide it straight to your clit, pressing his head closer to you to apply more pressure.

You watch as his hands slip from your legs and go somewhere unseen, but you’re very aware of where they end up when you hear him unzip his pants.

“Don’t touch yourself,” You attempt to demand, pulling his head back and looking at his face. “We've only just started.”

He’s already gone, you can tell by the look in his eye that something inside of him switched the moment you grabbed him and pulled him between your legs. He doesn’t nod, he doesn’t say anything as he looks up at you like you’re some sort of goddess. It’s insane, really, seeing him like this. Having such a rich and intimidating man looking at you like this could become addicting if you think too hard about it.

His hands come back to your legs after that, attempting to grip you as you grant him access to your clit again. He whines against your clit while you use him and you feel like you have so much power over him right now. You could say that you’re enjoying it a bit too much, enough to confidently start rolling your hips against his tongue, and strangely enough to pull his head back yet again and make him watch your pussy pulse at the loss of pleasure.

Seonghwa tries to lean forward again immediately upon seeing it, wanting to grant your aching heat his tongue once again but you hold him back, spreading your legs more to the point that your skirt acts as an annoyance by this point and he still doesn’t look away.

“I didn’t expect you to be so needy.” You comment, still rolling your hips just out of reach from his mouth. “You’re really just going to listen to everything I say?”

His eyes roll up to meet yours with a nod, his lips glistening and his eyes shining from the moon.

“Yes.”

You laugh at the power being given to you.

“Seonghwa, I genuinely cannot believe you piss people off just to have something to jerk off to later–”

You let go of his hair by this point, allowing him to immediately attach his lips back to your clit, this time though, his tongue frantically splits you open as he trails his mouth down. He appears to be a man who wants nothing more than to pleasure the woman in front of him as his tongue tastes each fold with intent. He groans all the while before reaching his hand up and spreading your pussy with two fingers just to pull back and look directly at the hole he’s so badly wanted to fuck.

“I only do that to you,” he finally admits with a sigh, leaning in to lick around your clenching hole and rolling his eyes to look up at you.

“Do you like it when I insult you?” You laugh, jolting at the use of his tongue and trying your damnedest not to react too much to it. Goddamn, does he know how to work the muscle though.

“Yes,” he pulls back with a breath, licking his lips and closing his eyes with a face of pleasure, “you’re so fucking sexy when you do.”

You think back to all the times you’ve insulted him but you can’t recall a time where you think you’ve actually been caught doing it.

“Have you been listening to the things I say about you?”

He smirks from between your legs with a nod before flicking his tongue at you.

Again, never could you have imagined your boss calling you babe or even saying that you’re sexy, but he’s right there with his tongue out between your legs, and he’s definitely said both of those things to you already.

“You can do better than that,” you try to insult him as goes back to lick up the wet that drips out of you like a hungry animal, closing your legs around his head as if to threaten that he will have to stop.

Seonghwa knows he can do better than this, then again, he knows you can be more mean than this too. He wants to make you feel good, yes, but he wants you to hate that it’s him who can do it. He wants you to go all out, slap him, pull his hair, sit on his face, choke him, make him cry.

He moans out from between your legs at all of the things he’s willing to let you do, this time tucking his tongue inside of you as deep as it can go. You said he can do better, and luckily for you, he hadn’t been using the full length of his tongue just yet.

“Can’t believe you’re already so wet for me,” he compliments you as he pulls back to breathe for a moment, “put your hands back in my hair, pull it–stop letting me breathe.”

Your mouth falls open at his words because honestly, you’ve only just recovered from feeling his tongue pry you open, but you don’t protest. He did say he was going to tell you how to touch him, but you didn’t quite expect it to be this way.

Despite him technically instructing you, much like he would at the office, this task is much easier to run with on your own as you slip your fingers back into his hair and pull a bit harder than you did originally. When he attempts to move his mouth back to your clit, you hold his head in place and look down at him. Your breath is caught in your throat at the way he smiles at the grip in his hair, and god, he looks so fucking good with his tongue buried in a pussy that you genuinely can’t help to grab his hair with your other hand as well.

He groans at that, stiffening his tongue and allowing you to hold his head in place as you roll your hips against it, essentially treating his mouth as if it were a stationary toy stuck against your bedroom wall.

Seonghwa knew you’d be good at this, even if you need a little encouragement. The best part is that you’re not letting up and that you’re losing yourself to the pleasure between your legs. He’s running out of breath, his nose bumping against your clit each time you grind forward against his face– the mixture of your slick and his saliva ultimately plugging his airways and allowing his face to start going red.

Your eyes are closed by now as you throw your head back and grip his hair harder. Only when you’re close to climax do you pull a hand back from his hair and start rubbing your own clit. When you open your eyes to see him again, you note the color of his cheeks are a deep red but god, you’re so close. If you could just–

His grip against your legs gets tight as your body releases the tension, his tongue still tasting the walls inside of you as you gush out a wave of hot slick for him to swallow up with pleasure, and he does, despite having no air to breathe. When you release his hair as you release, you can feel him shift– keeping his tongue inside of you for a few moments before shoving your hand away and moving his tongue to your clit. Stroking against you so quickly with the flicks of his tongue, you can feel his fingers scooping up the rest of the mess coming out of you before you finally relax and fall back against the bed.

Well, fuck.

Without a second to lose, despite being out of breath yourself, you’re reeling from the post-orgasm brain and he looks so fucking good right now, mouth coated in your juices that you hesitate very little when you speak.

“Lay down on the bed.”

Instantly he does, lying himself down, his cock pressing so heavily against his pants that you feel bad that he hasn’t been able to get any pleasure yet.

“Let me see you touch yourself.”

Seonghwa smirks as he sees the confidence grow inside of you. This is exactly what he wants from you. He wants you to watch him, he wants you to be just out of reach, teasing him and mocking him for wanting you as badly as he does. Most of all, he wants to see your eyes go dark at his ability to suffer for you.

He looks down at himself and the way his cock strains against one of the nicer pairs of pants he owns, and then he looks at you and licks his lips just to taste you again.

You watch his entire body shiver the moment he places his palm against his bulge, grabbing and adjusting himself over his pants before his eyes squeeze shut before falling to you.

“Go on,” you instruct, lifting your top off of you and finally ridding yourself of the skirt that sits around your waist.

He wastes no time as he watches you undress, each expanse of new skin he sees causes his hand to press harder against himself. You can hear the drag of the fabric against his palm too, offering him a pleasure that is likely more painful than anything, but he’s still moaning like he loves it.

You study the way his hand moves and you take note of when his body tenses and he releases a sweet sigh of pleasure. You want to know how he likes it specifically so you don’t give it to him.

When you’re fully undressed and no longer feeling awkward, considering you just came against his tongue, you sit between his legs and lean back, spreading your legs to give him something more to look at.

The sound of fabric rubbing against him becomes more intense at that point, and his eyes stay only on your pussy as he does it. He lifts his head, straining his neck to get a better view of it.

“Don’t let me come too fast,” he groans, knowing for a fact that he could come right here, right now if you tell him to.

“You’ll come when I say you can,” you smile, almost mesmerized by the way his hips press up and into his palm with a choked-out sob.

“And you say you’ve never done this before?” he lets out a small laugh before rolling his eyes back at the way your pussy pulses before him.

You can see him try to not lose himself completely in order to encourage you and tell you what to do if you need it.

“I watch porn, you know,” you say, trailing your fingers down to your chest and running them over your aroused nipples.

Seonghwa watches you like a wild animal, his mind reeling with what you must look like watching porn and fucking yourself. He’s jealous of your fingers and of any man that’s ever gotten between your legs. His length is aching by this point as his body lets out yet another shiver.

You watch for a few moments longer before noticing that he genuinely appears to be working himself up to orgasm like this. You shift forward and grab his wrist, stopping his hand from granting himself the pressure he appears to need so badly. He watches you, hips chasing his hand as you move it up and place it directly at your core.

“That’s enough for you,” you say, watching his brows knit together and then fall to relief when you gasp at the way he flicks your clit in a rough, frantic type of way.

He listens too well, especially when you lean back on your arms and thrust your hips up toward him. You’re right there, spread out between his legs, displaying yourself in such a shameless way that he can’t help but slide his fingers down and instantly into you.

Your body jolts a bit at that, but the way his fingers slide against your walls has you looking directly into his eyes with the blown pupils he now decides that he’s obsessed with. His cock is in front of you, and when you press forward a bit with your hips, you can see his wrist rub against himself and he groans each time he does it.

His fingers still appear to focus on you though, with the way you feel him searching for the spot inside of you each time he curls his fingers up. Finally, you moan for him and he moans immediately after in response to it.

His cock is making an attempt to stand at attention but is still restricted by his pants, you can see the pre-cum soaking him almost entirely by this point and you fucking love it. You scoot further up, holding his wrist and keeping his hand in place as you sit against his thighs this time, bumping his bulge yourself when you pull his fingers out of you and place them against his lips.

“Lick,” you demand, watching his tongue wrap around the tip of one of his fingers as he sucks it into his mouth.

Honestly, the way he’s still giving you that same lusty glare as before, it’s got you nearly falling apart at the loss of his fingers even though it was entirely your fault. He acts like he loves it too, humming around his fingers before letting them fall from his lips as you grind up again against the bottom half of his length.

You don’t have a lot of patience at this moment, unfortunately. Again, this is new for you and you can’t imagine waiting much longer to at least see his cock, if anything to see him tear up at a new sensation that isn’t his pants.

You break eye contact and move forward, sitting directly against his bulge and letting out a sigh of how fucking hard it is under you before sliding back harshly and frantically pulling yourself up to rid him of his pants.

He’s a bit shocked at how fast you move, and a bit disappointed that you’re already preparing to jump his bones without at least an hour of foreplay and edging, but he’s already melted for you and will do anything you want. He even chuckles a bit when you stare directly at his raging cock before you after taking off his pants. Part of him thinks you might even take it into your mouth with the way you’re looking at it. He twitches his cock at you, a crooked smile appearing across his face before he’s getting the air knocked out of him.

You sit directly on it, sliding against his length while holding your breath and essentially nuzzling it between your glistening folds. He can feel your hole pulse against the underside of his cock and it’s making him fucking feral for you.

His mouth is open in a silent moan, hands gripping your waist and toes curling at the heat surrounding him before he’s finally opening his eyes to look at you.

“You mentioned someone telling you that you look pretty when you beg, why haven’t you begged for me yet?” You ask, appearing to be completely composed, perched with his length being coated by your slick between your legs.

“Because you’re giving me everything I want.”

You take a moment to think. Damn.

As quickly as you grant him the pleasure, you take it away as you slide off of his length and hover over him instead, pushing his opened shirt to the side and roughly pinching his nipples. You’re not sure if he’s into this, but he said you could do anything, so.

“I will do nothing but this until you beg, then,”

You watch his eyes roll at the feeling of your soft fingers attempting to abuse his chest and he could probably go insane for you at this moment. He’s been played with this way before, but never do women focus on his nipples like this, they prefer he play with theirs.

He writhes at the sensations and you wonder if having the nubs played with shoots a pleasure through his body much like it does yours. He appears to be slightly lost in his thoughts while you do it too, you can feel his pre-cum practically pouring out when he writhes and the head hits your thigh.

Seonghwa looks kind of beautiful like this. Little beads of sweat form on his forehead as he tries to contain his body at nothing more than harsh pinches and rubs against his nipples. You continue to watch him fall apart, almost amazed that such a sensation can have him looking like he’s already got his cock buried into someone, you finally let yourself sit again.

“Still not going to prove to me how pretty you look when you beg?” You ask, rolling your hips and once again burying his cock between your lips.

He groans, knowing full well that he can cum from nipple stimulation alone, but now you’re sitting on him again and it’s like, damn.

“Choke me,” he grunts, trying to press his cock through your folds in a sharp thrust upwards.

“Hm?” you coo, lifting slightly so he loses the sensation again.

“Choke me,” he asks again, and then again.

“You’re asking, not begging,”

His hips continue to chase the warmth of your bare pussy just out of reach as he smirks at your words. You’re right, and he is so, so willing to beg you at this moment.

“Please, choke me if you’re going to sit on my cock like this–” he pauses, “I want you to choke me and sit harder, please.”

Satisfied though not entirely sold considering he looks pretty with or without begging, you do sit down again, this time harder and trying not to sigh out at the way he nods frantically with a moan. Experimentally, you place your hand around his neck and lean forward, licking his bottom lip.

You see him shiver again at the feeling of your soft hands around his neck. His hips now stay in place as his hands reach for your hips and make an attempt to hold you down against him, almost as if he’s trying to suffocate his own length with your lips.

“Tighter,” he groans, now moving his hips in short thrusts into the tight heat the two of your bodies have managed to create.

You listen, though you’ve never really choked another person before, you figure he would tell you if you’re doing it wrong. Squeezing tighter, wondering if you should use both hands to do this, you groan at the feeling of the head of his cock bumping your clit as he moves beneath you.

He doesn’t appear to be straining at all, and perhaps you’re doing it incorrectly. You figure you are when he releases a hand from your hip and envelops your own, pressing your hand harder against his throat as a crooked smile plays at his lips.

“Like this,” he winces, flexing his abdomen and tightening his core at the feeling of his breath being restricted. “I can come like this–” he chokes out, releasing his tightened muscles and allowing himself to spiral into a pool of pleasure at how wet you’ve gotten for him. The slide of his cock is so easy, it’s so smooth and slippery on him that he barely has to move now.

“You’re not going to, though,” you smile, trying to tighten your grip more against his neck and watching the way his plush lips fall slack.

It must appear silly. You’re just sitting on him completely bare, and him mostly bare. There’s barely any movement between the two of you and he still seems to be having a hell of a time as you hold his throat and talk to him. You can feel his body tense and release every few seconds, and his adam's apple bobs under your palm every few seconds as he somehow keeps his composure through this.

Momentarily, you do bring another hand up to his neck, this time sliding yourself up his length before pressing back again. He can’t even groan at this point but you can see him try. His pulse quickens under your fingers and you watch as he squeezes his eyes shut and tenses his body against you.

Seonghwa knows he’s in for it, because he’s most definitely about to come and he can’t even tell you that. He’s usually great at preventing it, but with you so focused on keeping his breathing restricted while lazily grinding yourself down on him? Maybe he doesn’t want to listen this time.

You note his lips curl up and you instantly release his throat, his face only going slightly more pink than it was before you grabbed him by the throat and his hand instantly tries to force your hands back against his pulse.

“No, keep going, i’m gonna–”

You pull back immediately and watch him even out his breathing before groaning in frustration at you. Now, he’s looking at you like he will beg and to be fair, they were right. He does somehow look more pretty like this, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

You pay no mind to it despite burning the image into your brain and pulling yourself back before, without warning (again), you grab his length and sink down until your ass meets his thighs. He is already out of air again, feeling your pussy adjust to him and clench around him, essentially jerking him off better than he does himself.

Struggling yourself not to wince at how full you suddenly feel, you try to focus on the way he whines when you place your hand back around his throat. He’s twitching inside of you and trying to fuck into you as soon as you do it, but he is unable to as you squeeze tighter around his neck as a warning. You are far more comfortable doing it now.

“Do not fuck me,” you warn, seeing his hand slide across the comforter and clutch it until his knuckles are while.

He groans more when you clench around him, teasing his aching cock with the inability to fuck you the way he so desperately wants to. He tries to buck up just a little bit this time.

“Seonghwa, do not fuck me,” you repeat, tightening your walls around him once again and listening to the sob he lets out in response.

His mouth falls slack and his eyebrows knit together, the beads of sweat on his forehead dampening his messy hair as you cockwarm him until, hopefully, he cries.

Seonghwa does as you say though, stilling his hips as he finally opens his eyes in a daze and looks at you. His hands release the comforter at this point, shooting to your hips as he looks down at snugly you’ve managed to tuck him inside of you.

“You like being fucked like you’re hated?” You ask, slightly releasing the tight grip around his neck and chuckling at the way you can see him try to control himself.

If you truly hated him though, you wouldn’t be doing this to him, but also– you imagine that if you were going to fuck someone like you hate them, you’d make them suffer much like this. Taking away their ability to fuck you despite the fact that they’re already inside of you.

“You don’t hate me,” he counters smugly but still with a shaking and pathetic sounding voice, “not with the way you’re drenching my cock like you own it.”

You grip tighter at his neck and clench your pussy around him again, this time digging your ass against his tights and attempting to push him deeper into you.

“I do own it,”

“Yes, fuck, there you go–” he hisses out with a seething bite to his voice, now unable to stop himself from fucking his hips up and into you.

You squeeze his neck once again as a warning, and you even try to press his hips down against the mattress to keep him from doing so, but his strength appears to overpower your own and it’s becoming hard to stop him anyway. Because you want it, and you want him so bad at this moment to absolutely fucking ruin you until you’re the one begging. You removed your hands from his throat and move them to both sides of his face, forcing him to look directly as you as he fucks up at an uncontrollable pace.

There, you watch him fall apart beneath you until you finally see those tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. His pupils grow and shrink with each second, and the sound of his hips hitting your thighs almost creates a mantra in your head that you never could forget..but, you stop him.

“Do not fuck me, Seonghwa,” you warn for the last time and he fucking whimpers as he falls slack against the bed.

“I want to fuck you,” he groans, chewing against his bottom lip and letting those tears roll down his cheek, “let me make you feel good, please,”

“No.” You say, leaning down just an inch from his face before slipping yourself off of him and resuming the lazy grinds you’d granted him before. “Are you going to ask me to come in me, too?” you chuckle, watching him fall apart.

“God, please, yes–” he thinks hard about the image of his seed spilling out of you, the image so arousing that he feels the heat in his abdomen grow regardless of not being inside of you anymore.

“We’ll see,” you continue, sliding up his length before finally slipping him back into you. This time, you moan, and this time, you’re unable to stop yourself from moving your hips as you reach for his hand and place it against your clit.

All of this teasing is supposed to be for him, but you’re fucking suffering too. You’re actually a little shocked that you remained composed until now.

“Make me come again and we’ll talk,”

He’s eager to do just that, his bedroom eyes scanning your bouncing body as he somehow knows how to both rub your pussy and prevent himself from releasing into you at the same time. He does start to struggle when you start to clench from orgasm around him though, and he moans louder than you do when he sees you fall apart on top of him.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he says angrily, wanting nothing more than to be the one dominating you at this moment, edging you, making you beg– “You look so good when you’re fucking yourself on me,” he continues through your orgasm, “keep making those pretty sounds, let me hear you.”

You do, riding him and feeling his fingers on you all the way up until his thighs are dripping with your wet and he’s left melting under you with arousal. He thinks he’d let you use him again and again if he can watch you do that again.

“You want to come in me?” You finally say, out of breath.

It’s like music to his ears as he nods frantically, his cock feeling neglected despite having been actively fucked.

“Then do it,” You say, sitting on him and refusing to move as your arousal continues to drip onto him.

He tries to move his hips but you mock him for it.

“No, come like this. If you want me so bad, if you want to come so bad, do it.”

Seonghwa doesn’t hesitate at all. You can see his eyes cross and roll to the back of his head just as you say that to him and for some reason, you feel a little bad about it. He’s so willing to come like this, so willing to let you leave this room as the satisfied one, so willing to control himself. Before you can grant him anything else though, his hands are on your waist and you realize that he’s literally already coming.

His silence alone should have told you that, with the way his cock is twitching and spilling into you non-stop since you said those words. Never have you seen a man come on command like that, and fuck, Seonghwa, what the fuck?

You rush to lean forward, leaning down as his cock stands idle inside of you as it continues to release, all the way until your tongue is flicking his nipple and his body jolts. You feel him fuck up this time, prolonging his orgasm as you kiss against his chest and leave a bruise or two against each nub until he’s managed to empty himself entirely into you.

Just as you think it’s over, he appears to have an uprise in energy as he flips you back and lets you fall against the bed, his head instantly sinking between your legs to lick his mess up before it spills out of you. Every last drop is what he wants, just so you can see that he can and will always be willing to do disgusting things for your pleasure.

By the time he’s done, he pulls back and looks at you with one of the most fucked out smiles you’ve ever seen on another person.

Though he already used his tongue to clean you up, he went the extra mile and left the room to grab supplies to further clean the two of you up, and only falters when your face appears to be back to normal. He’s unsure of where to go from here, considering you’re still part of his team and it’s unfortunate that there’s still the reality of everything to face.

“Do you want to stay?” He asks, the opened shirt that was never removed hanging from his shoulders as his own gaze falls into something soft and less hungry.

You don’t know how to answer, because, like, is it wrong to want to stay?

“You were so talkative while you were riding my dick, babe,” he chuckles, wondering if you can be as dominant in post-sex conversation as you are when you’re actively fucking.

“Would you feel better if I make all of the decisions now? Like what you’re used to me doing?”

You nod silently, wincing at the soreness between your legs despite doing more cock-warming than fucking.

“You’re spending the night, and I’ll have something for you to eat in the morning,” He wiggles his brows only for a second, now wondering if this will be a regular thing or not. “Actual food, I mean, but– y’know,”

He pauses to look at you as he speaks.

“I’m not against doing this with you again, just so you know.”

The smile that stretches across your face is relieving to him, especially when you nod and meet his eye without hesitation.

“Sorry if it wasn’t that good, I’ve really never done this before–” You go to apologize but he stops you.

“You did better than you think you did, if anything, you could be rougher,” he admits with a warm chuckle, running his hands through his fucked up hair. “I knew you were my type.”

You can’t help but contrast who Seonghwa is now versus who he was to you yesterday. Monday is going to be interesting. Which–wait.

“What’s going to happen on Monday?” You ask, feeling a bit of doubt about this whole arrangement.

“Right, about that,” He ticks his tongue before leaning back and lounging against the headboard. “Obviously we can’t let anyone find out. We both would be risking our jobs over this–”

Brain still half-horny, you wiggle your own brows at him and he looks at you curiously with a mischievous smile of his own.

“No,” he warns, holding his hands up and shaking his head. “We can’t sneak around at work. If anyone found out that I want you to, quite literally, gag me and slap me around–”

“Right, you wouldn’t be able to intimidate them anymore,”

You can’t help but feel special at this moment in this big room with the huge windows and moon shining in.

“Would you be against me at least, y’know, being inappropriate when it’s just us?”

Seonghwa studies you for a moment as he thinks to himself.

“Like I said before, there’s nothing you can’t do when you look at me like that.”

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Your orc mate breaks you

General Plot: Oh boy...this one is rough. Your orc mate manipulates you into compliance

Word Count: 1Kish

Orc (Rork) x Female Reader

Masterpost

W: all the warnings, manipulation, starvation, drugging, sfw non con touching and kissing, sfw monster fluff, slightly nsfw mentions of body parts, yandere behavior

Do not read if you are sensetive to those types of things

It had been a few days in Rork’s cabin. You were chained in the basement to the wall. He hadn’t come to see you in hours. You wondered if he’d forgotten about you. He hadn’t fed you in two days. Your stomach ached from hunger but you had been staying strong. You’d refused to stop screaming when he touched you, so he told you he wouldn’t feed you until you gave in.

“Roooork,” you moaned, curling on your side.

In a moment he was there, as if he’d been waiting for this moment nearby.

“I wish you would stop this (Y/N),” he sighed, crouching down next to you, “I don’t like doing this to you, but it’s the only way to make you behave.”

You reached out a shaky hand and pulled his hand to your cheek.

“Please…touch me…feed me…please,” you murmured, not sure which you were begging for more. He’d broken you in just a few days. You were probably in no danger of dying yet, but you weren’t made for torture.

He smiled at you, brushing your hair out of your eyes in victory. He unlocked you and scooped you up in his arms, taking you to the kitchen. Soup was boiling on the stove and he propped you on one forearm so he could ladle some into a bowl with the other hand.

When he finally managed to get you and the soup to the small kitchen table, he settled you in his lap and fed you a spoonful. You grabbed for the utensil, starving and wanting to dig into the bowl, but he stopped you, pinning your hand to your side with his big arm.

“No, if I let you, you'll eat too fast and get sick,” he chided, “be good and let me feed you.”

You were too hungry and weak to argue with him, opening your mouth like a baby chick. Bite by bite he fed you, stopping occasionally to smile at you and whisper some sweet nothing in your ear.

When he was done he pulled you to him like a teddy bear.

“I’ve been waiting patiently so we could cuddle,” he beamed as if you should be proud of him.

His large hands moved over your body, pinching and fondling as he went.

“You’re too thin,” he grumbled, “you shouldn’t have done that to yourself.”

You didn’t remind him of the truth,that he had been the one starving you.

“I’m glad you’ve come to your senses,” he chirped, squeezing your breast, “now we can have fun together.”

Your heart thumped, worried what that meant and you stiffened.

“You're too stiff,” he said, “don’t worry. We can fix that.”

He got up and fished through a cabinet, pulling out some syrup. Pouring it onto a spoon he held it out to you. You didn’t open your lips. Whatever that was, you didn’t want to take it.

“Am I going to have to put you in the basement again?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head rapidly, opening your mouth. He shoved the spoon past your lips and a sickly sweet flavor invaded your taste buds. You choked it down with a gulp.

“That wasn’t so hard.”

He rubbed your cheek with his thumb to reward you. Immediately you felt strange, your head getting swimmy.

“W-what…?” you stuttered starting to get frightened, but your body was sluggish as if you were moving through molasses. You fell forward against Rork, his warm body feeling nice against yours.

A big hand rubbed your back as he carried you to the couch. It felt divine. “That’s it mate,” he purred, “just relax. Everything is fine.”

“N-no,” you slurred trying to fight it.

You weren’t sleepy, just slow and sensitive. Your tongue felt like it weighed a pound in your mouth.

“I just want you to get used to my touch,” he said, running his thick fingers down your spine and across your bottom.

His strong hands felt nice, firm, safe. This wasn’t so bad. You could do this if he was going to feed you. He pulled a leg into his hand, looking it over and fingering the tender skin.

“You are so pretty and tiny, (Y/N),” he murmured, “if you’d just surrender we could do so many things together. I know you are just a little frightened, you’ll get over that soon.”

He cupped your foot, lifting you like you weighed nothing and pressed a kiss on the inside of your knee. You moaned a little, despite your best effort to stifle it, putting a smirk on his face.

His hand carded your hair and he dipped his head again, this time to run his nose along your neck.

“You smell so right,” he said, “like mine.”

All you could do was whimper as your skin sparkled under his touch. He peppered the tender spot with kisses, seemingly unable to stop himself. Your stomach fluttered and heat pooled in your core. It felt heavenly, your body was so sensitive, soaking up his every touch. Your nipples pebbled in your bra, the silky fabric stimulating you in its own way and your legs squirmed, as your needy clit ached.

“That’s it, doesn’t that feel good?” he cooed, “give in. It’s so much easier if you just give in. What do you gain by fighting? Your shitty house? Your shitty job? I can give you everything you want and things you didn’t know you needed. You only need to let me have you.”

You nodded slowly, melting into his arms like goo.

He looked pleased, his mouth hovering over yours for just a moment, as if he wasn’t sure, before pressing his lips to yours. His tusks brushed your cheeks, making your heart shiver. You’d always had a thing for big teeth and his were the biggest. He moved his mouth carefully as if he were afraid he was going to chase you away, giving your bottom lip the slightest brush with his tongue. When your lips instinctively opened he took the opportunity to delve inside and you tasted him for the first time. His tongue reminded you of mint and honey. Yours was too slow to be of much use so you let him explore.

He grew more confident, stroking you, thrusting in and out in a pantomime of what he really wanted to do to you. His large hand engulfed your head, creating a safe little cave for your shame.

You shouldn’t be letting him do this to you. You should have fought harder…but it felt so good…right. The realization scared you somewhere far away in your mind. The drug was still muddling your thoughts.

He moaned into your mouth short circuiting what few brain cells were still working. His chest rumbled against you in some animal way that the animal in you couldn’t help but respond to.

Rork knew somewhere in his conscience that he shouldn’t be doing this. He was crossing a line drugging you and kissing you. As he looked into your glazed eyes, some part of him pinched, knowing it was wrong.

But, he had crossed a lot of lines. Probably starting when he first stalked you. He couldn’t stop himself. You were perfect. His perfect little mate. He had to have you. More than that, he had to possess you completely. If he was going to do this, why hold himself back? He needed to break you down, make you totally reliant on him. Then you would never leave him. You could never leave him.

#monster romance #monster fluff #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere fluff #yandere romance #yandere x reader #monster x reader #monster boyfriend

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prettygreenpills · 5 months

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Ok, so.

Larissa x fem!reader. The reader is in love with Larissa and she’s also a vampire. Larissa doesn’t see that reader is in love with her and one night, Larissa catches the reader drinking blood (or idk, you choose) of some student who had died. She takes the reader to her office to explain it and the reader is so shy. Larissa realized that the reader might have feelings and they kiss. Just fluff(?)

thank you so much!

Woah!! I love this one! Here it is:)

Too blind to love - Larissa Weems

Warnings: vampire!reader, student x principal, fluff, gxg, girls kissing, mentions of human blood (I know that in the series was used pig blood, but for the plot), nothing more I guess…

The Rave´N was a reall mess this year. Everything started really good, but at that moment when the blood started raining from the ceiling, you knew that it wouldn´t be a good sign.

Your eyes widened as the panic spread through the hall. The scent of fresh human blood made your mind dizzy. The scent of metal in the air and the whole scent of blood made you get goosebumps. When you looked around, you realized that the other vampires quickly escaped to avoid the situation which was happening to you at that moment. And you couldn´t escaped anymore. The vampire kicked in.

Your nostrils were widened as you looked around in the hall. Everyone was panicking and there were few people laying on the ground who had slipped on the blood. But you knew that one of them wasn´t alive. You could feel it.

You rushed to the dead body through all of the people who were in your way and you immediately knelt down. That person was bleeding. And it was a siren. You didn´t even bother by looking around in the hall, you leant close to their throat and showed your teeth, immediately sinking them into your objects neck.

The scent of fresh blood started slowly calming you down. As you felt the warmth of the liquid and the taste of metal travel down your throat, you couldn´t get enough. Your muscles trembled at the taste of the fresh blood and you kept drinking form that one person. You just felt like you needed to drink all of their blood and then even more...

"Miss Y/l/n??" You heard your principal´s voice from behind you and you froze. She knew that you were a vampire, of course she did. You weren´t the only ony at the school. But this felt strange...

"Yes?" You looked up after you had finished and wiped the corners of your mouth. When you looked up at the blonde and you saw that kind of look on her face, you knew that this couldn´t be in a good meaning.

"My office. Now," she said harshly and you gulped. Not daring to look back down at the dead student, you just sucked out, you didn´t even know their name, you got up to your feet and gulped. You could still taste your blood in the saliva, but this time, you tried to push the feeling of hunger after a fresh blood away.

The principal walked you to the huge wooden doors with a label and a name on it. You had never been there before, so you didn´t know where were you. But when you read the name on the label... shit.

"Inside Miss Y/l/n," the principal opened the doors of her office for you and you slipped inside of the room. Waiting for the principal to close the doors behind the both of you, you closed your eyes when it happened and you were scared to open them.

"Care to explain what happened down there?" The principal asked you, she was mad, of course she was. You didn´t even react to her question and just kept standing in her office, trying not to give her a single hint of that you were listening to her. "Everyone from the staff saw! How could you be so... so..." the principal let out a loud sigh and she rested her forehead on the back of her hands, thinking.

You looked up at her when she stopped talking. Her face was red and her hands were trembling. You were sure in that she was so angry at you...

"You couldn´t wait until everyone disappeared, could you?"

"E-Excuse me?" You asked back, totally not expecting this type of reaction. You looked at her in surprise and blinked few times, just to make sure you weren´t dreaming.

"Everyone saw what you did in there! That you used the dead body of our student just to help your needs! What did you expect, what was going to happen?" The principal raised her voice at you and you gulped. You had really messed up this time.

"I- I am sorry-" you said looking down at the ground. Heat travelled to your cheeks and you gulped. The world around you was spinning, you felt like you were about to disappear into the thin air. You felt so ashamed of your own actions.

"You think that a sorry can fix that?" your principal asked you and she let out a frustrated breath. When she saw that you were really sorry for what happened, she breathed out again, but a little calmer this time. Then she walked closer to you and she became the soft principal you knew from the beginning. "Come here," she breathed out and pulled you into a soft hug. "I didn´t want to scare you." She said only and you hugged the tall principal back.

"It´s- it´s okay," you said and you pulled away from the principal, drying your tears. Then you looked her into her eyes, just in case she wanted to say anything else. You were both standing in her office in a complete silence, only the clock was ticking.

Larissa took a deeper breath what you could hear. You were just watching the woman in front of you and you were trying not to panic. Was she angry with you now? Or had she calmed down? You had no idea.

"Miss Y/l/n," Larissa said quietly as you were staring at her. You gulped and got a little closer to your principal. You couldn´t help, her lips were begging you to cover them with yours... "Y/n," Larissa gasped softly and when she said your name like that, you could feel your heartbeat quicken.

You were the one who connected your lips. Without touching the tall woman, you just let your lips work and she didn´t seem like she was against it. Quite the opposite. Larissa was cooperating in the kiss and you felt the butterflied fly out of your stomach at the feeling of tickling.

Suddenly, a really known feeling filled you up. You could feel that as you swallowed, your organs shook. A familiar feeling traveled through your body and peace filled you up.

You softly pulled away after a few seconds. Taking a proper breath, you swallowed and then... you felt the familiar metalic taste on your tongue.

"Ouch," Larissa whispered and she wiped her mouth. Only after that you realized that you tasted a bit of metal in your mouth and peace filled you up once again.

"Oh- I am so sorry-" you apologized and licked your lips just in case there was some of Larissa´s blood left. Larissa smiled softly and you blushed.

"It´s okay darling. Until you don´t kill me while I sleep."

"I have to tell you that you have a really specific taste," you said quickly and after that you got even more shy, looking down at your feet.

"Since it came from a little vampire.... thank you," your principal said and you blushed even more.

And since then, you couldn´t think of anything else, only the taste of your tall blonde principal.

#gxg #wednesdayseries #jennaortega #principalweems #larissaweems #prettygreenpills writes #wednesday fanfic #lesbians #all legal #nevermoreacademy #principalofnevermore #vampires #werewolves #sirens #wednesdayaddams #the addams family

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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That carnal urge to bite someone at 2am translated to a fic about remorseful/crybaby monster reader and the yan who cares for them [blood, light gore mentions]

A soft knock sounds against their window.

Ringing the doorbell at this hour would wake their neighbors dog and the whole neighborhood by proxy. Good, getting better. Such as the same, knocking on the window was far too strange of a greeting for their guest to be your average late night visitor like a police officer or a neighbor concerned about the blood trails in your yard. A burglary possibly, but one capable of such a gentle knock couldn't possibly mean any harm. At the very least they knew they could answer the door unarmed. Wouldn't want to frighten the wrong crowd.

Muffled sobs battle the raging winds for supremacy. In terms of filling someone with dread for the unknown, the winner was clear as the skies were bleak. Those cries were just - wrong. Like the howls of a dog past it's prime who had already been put to rest; whimpering those final howls on repeat like a broken record. The type of cry that makes you feel the urge to help, but the closer you get the more you realize something is terribly wrong. The home owner unlocks the dead bolt without a second thought on the matter.

"Car...mine."

It's the smell that hits them first. That awful stench akin to corroding metal masking a gentler scent of moss after a fresh rain. It always smelled like that regardless of the weather, and the body wash they used. Impossibly dark eyes cast clear streams of tears down a crimson stained face - rusted talons ripping holes in the sweater the homeowner misplaced just a few days ago. The creature sniffles.

"Sorry... I'm sorry, I did it again, Carmine. Please help me..."

Carmine. True be told, that wasn't their name. They thought of changing it legally, but hadn't gotten around to it yet. That word was the first thing it ever said to them. So proud to have correctly guessed the color of their attire. That one word alone is probably what had kept both of them alive by now. It stopped them from putting a bullet through the poor thing so that had to count for something. They'd gladly be any color of the rainbow for this creature.

"Oh my dear sweet Y/n-" They bite their tongue, backpedaling onto their concern as they hold the creature's hands. "Who's gone and ruined that sweater I gave you? It looked so good on you."

The creature fights back another onslaught of tears. "I got hungry and you weren't home. It's... rude to enter houses without permission - so I made sure the door was unlocked first."

Carmine swathes the beast with their loving arms, and the robe ripped straight from their shoulders. They felt terrible for the sorrow they caused, but the pain was a double edge sword for all those nights they spent copped up alone afraid their innocent monster had gotten themselves killed or worse. Found another human to do it's bidding.

"Now, now - my home is yours, my sweet. I left a key under the mat for that very reason. You can't go into stranger's homes and do as you please, despite how polite and kind you are. For now, let's get you cleaned up and in some fresh clothes. Sound good, Dove?"

The creature nods. Carmine presses a kiss to their damp cheek. "Good."

The bath is nice. It enjoys the bath. When Carmine brushes the collated blood out its hair and cleans the flesh beneath its claws everything goes quiet in its head. They're able to hide away from the insatiable hunger and the screams. Able to fit the mold their human body created and truly be -

"Y/n? Are you with me now, angel?"

You nod again, reaching out to touch their face. "Mm.."

Carmine kisses the ring of your thumb. "You've spoken enough for one day, dear. I know punctuation can be hard for you."

Your tongue lulls against your lower jaw, filling your mouth with a bitter taste. You wanted to talk more with them, but they were right. It hurt to speak. To do anything human. Even touching them caused you pain. You can't feel the warmth of their skin - only the coarse veins beneath. Your stomach ties in knots.

Carmine's arms shoot forward seeing you double over in pain, clutching your abdomen. "Sweetness is everything alright? Tell me what's wrong if it won't hurt you more."

You can hear them again. Those screams. Cries echoed into the night, gone as quickly as they began. Gone and still there - a nightmare of your own making. Killing off humans to satisfy your hunger, to make them stop begging for help or calling you what you are. They may be gone, but they live forever in your memories. Soon, Carmine will join that choir.

"You'll be gone too if I come back."

Carmine's heart sinks in their chest. They've never heard such certainty in your voice before. "Dear what on earth are you talking about?"

"All those people.. Gone because of what I've done. I'm going to hurt you too someday.. I'm going to kill you and you'll be suck in my head just like the rest of them. I don't want you to get hurt"

As swift as their descent, Carmine's emotions find new vigor in your caring words. An angel, an absolute angel you were. How precious of you to show your concern and to even think that a fate like that wouldn't be a fantasy out of their wildest dreams. Carmine struggles to contain their excitement as they roll up their sleeves. There was just one problem with your theory.

"Y/n... Darling, you wouldn't hurt me even if you were starving, but on the off chance that you did - it would be okay. I have dedicated myself to you and your needs. I would die a happy, smiling fool if I met my end at your hand not to mention carrying a permanent spot in your memory. If you doubt me, let's put my words to the test with dessert. I'm sure you still have room to fill."

You slowly shake your head as they flex their arm - jaws erupting with a flaring ache. "No... I can't."

"But you can, and you will." Carmine plucks a razor from the shower rack and does what's needed. The first petal of fresh blood in the water is all it takes. You lunch at them, dual blades of teeth hooking into the meat of their arm. The human set meant for camouflage and fo latch onto prey; thinner, sharp-edged fangs a tool for wrangling the flesh from their bones. You shred through to muscle before your brain can catch up with your body's speed, warm blood gushing down your parched throat. Their body jerks and flails, and a sharp ringing pierces your ears that leave you unable to tell what the sounds leaving their mouth could possibly be. You have a feeling you know what they are, but nothing could prepare you for the soft hand that falls on your head and the noise you first hear clear.

"That tickles, Y/n, cut it out!"

Carmine is... laughing. Tears pour down their face like rain and their every breath is labored, but they smile through it all the same with a cheesy grin that made you feel a lot less hungry for some reason. It hurt like a bitch, but you both were crying now. You both shed the same tears, and nullified each other's pain. You were both still here, both still human in your own twisted way.

"See, dear? Smiles all around - except for on that pretty face or yours. Do cheer up for my sake, won't you? If the day comes that you take my life, I want to be the happiest memory you've got. So glad to be with you that this smile makes all those haunts met glimmers of the past."

#Carmine my oc #Mayhaps I don't know yet #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #Yandere caretaker #yandere x y/n #monster reader #soft yandere

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broodingheroine · 3 months

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tmagp 8 thoughts

ooo running on empty. interesting.

oh fuck right into it

tutoring?????

that's an intensive grading rubric jesus

brutalism and LIMINAL SPACE????

feeling a type of way abt this being abt architecture. we've been through this.

I'm actually impressed by the quality of this essay so far

it's lowkey giving lonely vibes and of COURSE norris is reading this one

I don't like the repeated use of hunger in regards to architecture

a tower. hm.

less and less people. every night. okay.

hunger again. do not like.

"strangeness"

okay whatever you do, do not eat the food

okay this is SO lonely. like yes ik don't apply smirkes 14 to tmagp but it's for my own brain. I'm not making statements of fact abt tmagp.

CANNIBALISM????

it's giving that ep of tma where the kid got trapped in an alternate abandoned amusement park with all the starving ppl

NO ONE NOTICED HE WAS MISSING???

oh alice that is actually really annoying. fill the kettle.

WE BOTH KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?? ALICE WHAT DO YOU KNOW

ooooo colins on leave. probably good for him but I'm sad.

SOURDOUGH MENTION❗️❗️❗️

GERRYYYYYYYY

GERRYYYYYYYYYYY

I'm gonna fucking cry oh my god oh my god

GERTRUDE??????????? WHAT IN THE EVERLIVING FUCK

barely remembers any of it............

BOOKS MENTION. OH MY GOD.

what if I died. actually what if I died.

YOUR MYSTERY?

time travels. other dimensions. teleportation.

PODCAST? WTG??????

GEORGIE

was there a glitch in the audio when she said georgies name or am I crazy

okay so fuck.

alice acts super different without an audience. she knows smth else is going on but she deliberately ignores it so she doesn't get caught up in it.

I was expecting a gerry cameo at some point so as excited as I was I wasn't Surpised.

BUT GERTRUDE? that threw me for a loop.

we're slowly collecting tma cast members. idk how to feel about this.

I'm deeply worried abt colin.

I wanna know what the painting was and why celia liked it so much. was there something about camden in tma that im forgetting? he called it "camden epiphany"

unless things are VASTLY different in tmagp universe, obviously gertrude is lying about gerry being her grandson. why though. when they traveled together in tma the common ruse they used was that she was his mother but why is there a need for a ruse here?

I desperately need to know what happened to mary and eric too.

"good luck hunting elsewhere" gertrude why did you use that word. why hunting. what do you know.

alright I think that's everything. I am absolutely catatonic rn. so many things.

this was a lot.

#tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #the magnus protocol spoilers #tmagp 8 #tmagp 8 spoilers #im having a not great time right now

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moralesispunk · 2 years

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Frankie Morales x Afab! Reader

Summary: Frankie often worries that he is not enough, years of making himself disappear into the corner of a room coming back to bite him, but you are there to show him otherwise

Warnings: insecure Frankie, bi-Frankie (though do I even need to put that as a warning idk), smut, protected sex, oral sex, kissing

A/n: This thought came to me when I saw this (very nsfw) gif - it is short but it’s the first time I’ve had motivation to write something that isn’t tfbu fic updates so I hope you enjoy :)

He noticed it the first time he was with you; the shiver that runs through your body when he presses a feather-light touch against your bare skin. It’s completely involuntary - a tense of your stomach, a shiver of your shoulders, a broken gasp that pushes past your parting lips - but it set off a hunger in the very pit of his stomach that made him want to completely devour you as you laid out before him.

Frankie, ever since his growth spurt aged thirteen, had been overly aware of his presence in any room he walked into. His therapist had said that it was his anxiety making him feel like everyone’s eyes were on him and that really wasn’t the case but Frankie felt like there was something more to it than that.

He had never been tall by any means - above average maybe - but with his broad shoulders, heavy footsteps and deep voice that made it impossible to whisper, Frankie felt as though he was taking up space that didn’t belong to him and he found himself trying to make himself smaller. He would hunch over slightly and keep his arms close to his side; he spoke less and less until he simply became the observer at the end of the table; he held everything in his calloused hands as though it was made of glass and would shatter into a thousand pieces if he held on too tight. He thought that if he made himself smaller - handled things with greater care - then maybe people would ignore him, or that maybe - if he tried really hard - he would be able to wash away some of the violence he had been a part of and replace it with something kinder.

Because of this, there were two categories people started to put Frankie into: mysterious or strange. His friends, the men he came to call brothers, were part of the former; they would introduce him as “strong and silent type” and thought that it would work to get him a date.

It often did, the stranger in the bar batting their eyelashes at him as they leaned across the sticky-from-beer surface while resting a hand on his arm as they asked “so why Catfish?”

It would never take long before these people quickly picked him up and moved him from mysterious into strange and there was an awkward goodbye outside his front door or theirs - girls who wanted him to be rougher, guys who wanted him to talk more who suddenly were put off by his quiet demeanor, people he had really tried with but had gotten bored of how long he was taking to open up.

He started to think he was broken - a word his therapist had tried and failed to remove from his vocabulary - because surely there had to be something wrong with him. It couldn’t be the case that every single person often got frustrated with him and that it was their problem rather than his.

But then he had met you and it’s not to say that those thoughts or feelings had been silenced overnight but when he was with you he felt like being himself was enough.

When he preferred to ask you questions over answering them you never got frustrated, you bobbed your head as you answered every one he asked on the drive to the restaurant he had booked for your date. When he offered up one word answers because he was too nervous to say more, or because he had never really got used to giving an explanation for anything he said in the hope that the conversation would move on to the next person, you would keep going.

He was trying so hard because he really liked you and he didn’t want you to think he was strange, too quiet or too gentle, but your smile never faltered the whole night as you spoke all the way through dinner and the drive home.

“Why did you move out here?” Frankie asked before taking another bite out of his burger.

“School first, then I got a job, and then another job,” you rolled your eyes as you pretended to complain about all the life decisions that meant you were living in this quiet town made up of mostly young families and retirees but the smile on your face told Frankie you loved it really. “It was never my first choice school and I hated moving but I think I found my people here. Well, I did and then one of my best friends moved to Australia for work and the other is now on the other side of the country as of last week so… I guess we’ll see what happens.” You shrugged, leaning forward and taking another sip of beer before taking a bite of your burger that was somehow almost as finished as Frankie’s despite his silence and your chatter. “What about you?”

“Army. I’m stationed at the base just outside of town.”

He winced as he heard back how blunt his answer was and his fingers tightened around the edge of the table as he waited for the awkward silence to fall.

“That must be a lot of moving about… but that’s interesting. I always say I should travel more but…”

His shoulders relaxed and his mouth fell open a little as the awkwardness never came, his mouth curving up slightly at the corner as you fell down a rabbit hole or where you wanted to see most in the world while asking Frankie if he had ever been and stopping just long enough to listen to his brief, few word answers, before going on.

He had almost laughed on the drive home when he pulled up outside your house and you apologized to him.

“Sorry, I talk a lot when I’m nervous,” your hands pressed against your cheeks and you laughed.

Frankie smiled back at you, the widest one he had shared that night. “That’s alright. I don’t talk much.” When I’m nervous. Or ever, if I’m telling the truth.

You seemed to understand what he was saying and you reached across and squeezed his hand, following it with a kiss on the cheek before hopping out of his truck.

But no matter how well the date went, for the next few weeks he felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop - waiting for you to get bored of keeping the conversation going or reaching to turn on the radio when the car fell quiet - but it never did.

As you stumbled over the threshold into his bedroom for the first time his mind was racing as he tried to work out what you would want him to be like. He found that people often guessed he would be rougher, throwing their bodies from position to position as he took his pleasure from them, but Frankie preferred to take his time. He liked to learn from the other person and, honestly, preferred seeing their pleasure that he knew he caused rather than chase his own.

He was so worried in his own mind had barely realized that you had stopped kissing before you placed your hands on his cheek, tilting his head down to look into his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Wrong?” His brows furrowed and his hands rested on your waist.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with what is happening right now - with your mouth pressed against his and your eyes staring back at him, this person he can feel himself falling in love with. If only he could get his mind to quiet for one night.

“You just…” your thumbs stroked across his cheeks. “It feels like you’re somewhere else.” You tapped his temple gently.

“I just- I just want to make you feel good,” he mumbled, bending down to kiss your neck while hiding his face from your gaze.

“I- fuck, Frankie,” you gasped when he kissed the spot just below your ear. “I don’t think there is any doubt about you making me feel good.” You laughed nervously. “Just- just do what feels good for you, too.”

He could feel his cheeks flush a bright pink but he nodded against your neck, walking you backwards until your body fell against the mattress and he stood over you.

His hands worked slowly as he pulled your clothes off, taking his time to trace and kiss your skin that was revealed to him inch by inch, but you never hurried him on. You brushed his hair from his eyes, let out a breathy moan when he kissed somewhere he made sure to remember was particularly sensitive; you gasped his name but not in a way that urged him on but rather one that sounded like you would be happy to keep doing this.

At some point you were bare before him and his clothes had been abandoned too, his body covering yours as you let your own hands trace over his skin while noting the bruises and scars as well as the places that made his breath catch in his throat. It was unhurried and your mouths moved against one another with no frantic movement to go any further.

The head of his cock had slipped in once, both of you groaning as your back arched and his head fell against your shoulder when he felt how you squeezed him, but then he slipped out and kissed down your body until he was settled between your legs.

Neither of you were sure how long it had been since you had first stumbled into the room, long enough for your skin to be sticky with sweat and Frankie’s curls sticking to his damp forehead, but neither of you cared. Neither of you had begged or asked for more than the other was giving, patient and content just being here and with each other; learning exactly what makes the other moan and gasp.

Frankie had long since forgotten his nerves of worrying you would want - or need - more from him, but as he ran one gentle hand down your stomach while dragging his tongue up the crease between your thigh and he moaned at the taste of your salty skin he watched your whole body shake.

It made his whole body stop as his eyes darted around to watch every reaction you gave him. Your body shivering from where his fingers had touched you all the way to the tips of your toes and fingers, your head rolling to the side as your hand came to grip his hair, and when you opened your eyes you almost looked apologetic from how hard you had dug into his curls.

He didn’t give you a chance to apologize unnecessarily as he finally dipped his tongue between your folds, the both of your groans filling the room as he licked up slowly to your clit.

He memorized every little thing that you liked, that made your body tense up and your chest heave from trying to catch your breath. He watched as he slipped one finger inside, then another, how your hand slid slowly up your tummy until you started teasing your own nipples.

That sight had made Frankie’s eyes roll back and he reached his other hand up to copy your movements on the other.

Again, nothing about this was hurried. It was nothing like either of you had experienced before.

Usually Frankie had someone urging him on, already reaching into the drawer to pull out a condom as if to say “let’s get to the main bit” and, honestly, you were used to urging the other person on, but there was something different about this.

You weren’t thinking about the crash of pleasure that would come or the feeling of emptiness that follows as you reach for his cock; all you could think about was how good this feels right now.

It was a slow build-up, one that was now weighing in the pit of your belly and ready to explode any second, but you never begged or forced your body to get there quicker - you kept your eyes open, looking into Frankie’s as he curled his fingers just right and sucked hard enough on your clit to push you over the edge.

You made yourself keep your eyes locked on his for as long as you could before your head fell back against the pillow, his name leaving your lips in loud moans as he groaned against you.

Even now there was no rushing, his mouth and fingers coaxed the very last of your orgasm from you before he crawled up your body, kissing and licking your skin until his mouth finally reached yours and only then did he reach inside his drawer and roll the condom over his cock.

Your legs lazily wrapped around his waist and his hand had laid on your hip as he slipped inside, both of you watching as you swallowed every last inch of him until your eyes were rolling and his body was shaking.

Your hands continued exploring each other’s bodies as his mouth stayed pressed to yours, every moan and gasp swallowed by the other until you were both coming again and he finally broke away to moan your name, his careful and gentle resolve almost crashing around him as he bit the skin where your shoulder and neck met and whined.

He stayed like that as you both came down, your hands stroking up and down his back until he rolled onto his back and pulled you into his chest.

He almost began to worry again as his breathing settled and he thought of what he should say.

That was amazing, great, wow, the most perfect sex he had ever had? Because it was all true but what would sound the best and-

Your fingers caught his chin, tilting his head down to where you were still laying on his chest, and you smiled.

And he smiled back.