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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

The Honey Trap part 3: final chapter.

Note: the idea of sexpionage is wonderful to use in fics, but I want to make it clear that sexpionage is a daunting and grim reality too, and I am very aware of that and do not mean to ignore that. It is a trope I am using, lighthearted, but I do not want to pretend that the actual act of sexpionage is not horrific to many involved. That being said, I will not describe the horrors of it. This is a work of fiction, but created with some knowledge about the real thing.

part 1 - part 2.

Warnings: 18+! smut/angst. brief mention of suicidal thoughts, suggested form of sexual abuse (not described, only hinted to explain the character's emotions).

Pairing: Modern Spy!Sihtric x Spy!Reader (f)

Summary: You and Sihtric both had one more task to do.

Word count: 6k (sorry). 

Masterlist

You and Sihtric continued to meet and hook up over the course of the next few months. You slowly began to earn each other's trust, despite both knowing there was something left unspoken between the two of you, and you both managed to sneak further into each other's lives. You were careful with Sihtric, as you had been told that he was a hardened criminal and a vile drug dealer. But the soft edges he showed you once you began to spend more time with him just didn't add up to his apparent reputation of being cruel and heartless. 

Everything you had learned about him before you were sent to seduce him didn't make sense with his entire behaviour in private with you. You had seduced dozens of men like him, who had done the most terrible things and had produced the greatest amounts of drugs, and Sihtric truly wasn't like any of those vicious men. You were convinced Sihtric was able to kill, no doubt about that, and that he could stand his ground when it came to doing drug business. But something was off. You felt as if you didn't know everything you had to know, and it didn't sit well with you.

Sihtric also didn't know what exactly there was about you that made him question your story. He couldn't confirm that you were a spy of sorts, but it was suspicious how careful you were. He knew better than to fall for a simple honey trap, but he also refused to believe you were setting him up. And why would he be set up? As far as Sihtric knew, he hadn't done anything wrong. Unless you were sent by Skade, but that didn't make any sense as Skade allowed him to be close to her and all up in her drug empire. Sometime ago he had informed his superiors he'd be off the radar for a while in order to infiltrate further, but he wasn't aware that those in charge of him had taken this as a confirmation he had gone rogue.

And beside all of that, you had completely clouded his mind, as intended, for he quickly developed feelings for you after that night you gave him the best blowjob of his life. He had gifted you some expensive jewellery a few weeks after that, a golden ring with a red ruby, which was the ultimate sign that you had him completely trapped and he wasn't thinking straight anymore. And all you had done to get him to this point was sucking his cock and stroking his ego when you weren't sucking him off. That's how easy men were.

But Sihtric also continued to do his job whenever you weren't around, keeping up appearances and sweet talking Skade in order to lure her further into a trap of his own. Because Sihtric had been doing the exact same thing to Skade that you were doing to him, but he had been doing it for much longer with her. And in the end, he could never understand how you had him fooled just the way he fooled her. It had taken a long time before he earned Skade's trust, and he had done it just like you, by the rules he was taught and by engaging in uncountable sexual activities with her to win her over. 

But once he realised he needed to get his hands dirty for her in order to eventually take her entire empire down, he had to go beyond what he was taught and he stopped playing by the rules. Everytime he called in new intel, his superiors would tell him how to proceed but they clearly didn't know who they were dealing with. Skade was a mistress of lies and tricks, and she would see right through Sihtric eventually if he did as he was told by those in charge. So in a way he could agree that he did go rogue, but he never turned his back on his country or meant to disrespect those who had sculpted him into the spy he had become.

And Sihtric definitely didn't work for Skade, but he simply made everyone believe that he did and it took all his self discipline to stay clear headed about it while he would occasionally leak some intel to his employers, who still happily accepted that intel while plotting his assassination behind his back. 

But then you appeared… and you changed everything.

By now Sihtric had figured your story about wanting to become an actress was bullshit, but since you had him wrapped around your finger he didn't care what your motive was, he just wanted to have you around. However, his suspicions about the time and reason of your appearance, and the way you handled yourself, were confirmed when you came over to his apartment one night and spilled a secret because you, without realising it, were wrapped around his finger all the same.

'Cnut?' you frowned after he asked if you knew him, 'yeah, I've heard of him. And I know more than you think,' you smiled with a wink.

'Oh, do you?' Sihtric gave you his half smile as he leaned in closer while he sat next to you on his couch, overlooking the darkened city.

'Yes, but it's a secret,' you giggled.

'Come on,' the charming spy laughed as he placed his hand on your thigh, 'tell me. You tell me a secret and… maybe I'll tell you a secret,' he winked.

You rolled your eyes, but you weren't immune to his tactics, the same way he couldn't resist falling for yours. And so you told him more than you should've when he began to kiss your neck, leaving soft and openmouthed kisses as his lips trailed from your ear to your shoulders.

'Cnut is not dead,' you breathed, 'he's arrested. But you can't tell anyone about this.'

Sihtric hummed in response and slowly slid his hand under your short dress.

'How do I know you're telling the truth?' he whispered against your lips, realising you had still never kissed him.

'You'd just have to trust me on that,' you whispered back, refraining from pressing your lips onto his, 'now, tell me your secret, pretty boy.'

'My secret?' Sihtric laughed softly as his teeth grazed your ear, while his hand moved further up under your skirt, 'I'll tell you my secret,' he murmured, 'but first I want to taste you.'

You watched him smoothly drop to his knees in front of you, his dimly lit apartment casting shadows over you both as you looked at each other for a moment. You knew what was about to happen, and you allowed Sihtric to slide down your panties and to lift your legs over his broad shoulders, while you fell back on his comfortable couch. Your hands moved though his short hair while your back arched with each stroke of his tongue and each movement of his fingers. 

You felt dizzy at how good he made you feel, knowing exactly how and where to touch you combined with the perfect pressure. You never had experienced a man this skilled, which should be cause for alarm, but you were too dumbed down by the way he pleased you that you couldn't think straight anymore. And even if it had alarmed you, you wouldn't have listened to your gut anyway, because all you wanted to focus on was the fact that the most handsome man you had ever met was also the only man who knew how to give you the perfect oral pleasure. And you couldn't give a single fuck about anything else in that very moment while his head was between your thighs, his tongue between your folds and his fingers inside you; kissing, licking, sucking and thrusting until you came with a satisfying moan.

'My secret,' Sihtric whispered after he wiped his mouth and climbed back up to you, 'is that I'm falling in love with you.'

Your breath suddenly hitched in your throat upon hearing his words. You knew you had him trapped, but hearing him say he was truly falling for you… it caused you to feel a sudden pang and you pushed him away as you jumped up.

'Hey,' he scoffed, confused at your behaviour, 'what the fuck?'

'I- I'm sorry,' you stammered as you almost tripped over your feet, your legs still unstable after the intense orgasm he had given you, 'I need… I need to use the… the toilet.'

You stumbled through his apartment as you searched for his bathroom, your head still spinning while your lungs kept demanding more air. You slammed the door shut and locked it, then raked your hands through your hair as you paced barefooted back and forth over his heated marble floor.

'This cannot be happening,' you whispered to yourself in the mirror, 'you can't catch feelings. You can't catch any feelings for that fucking guy! What is wrong with you? Pull yourself together, you dumb bitch! You know better… you've been taught better… you can't fall in love.'

You tried to collect yourself before you left the bathroom, finding Sihtric was smoking outside on his balcony, and you awkwardly told him you had to go back to your hotel. Before he could ask what was wrong, you had already left. And Sihtric hadn't been lying when he told you he was falling in love with you, he just had no idea on how hooked he was yet.

Luckily Sihtric had been out of town for a few days after that disaster of a night you had last time you saw him. You still stayed in touch during texts when he was away, and sometimes he would even call you because he missed you. And it seemed as if he had completely forgotten about what happened that night. But of course he hadn't, he just wanted to move forward with you and wanted to believe you liked him as much as he liked you. So when he was back home after those couple of days, he immediately called to invite you over.

In the days you hadn't seen each other you were able to pick yourself up again and get a grip on the situation at hand. You were here to do a job, nothing more and nothing less. And no matter how beautiful your target was or how you'd gladly let him actually fuck you whenever he would want to, fact was that your goal remained to eliminate him once Skade was arrested. So catching feelings was out of the question, because there was no future at all. 

And so you were back to pretending all over again around him, playing the picture perfect love interest while you slowly forced yourself further into his shady business. And Sihtric? He so desperately wanted you to be the real thing, he was completely blinded and smitten by you, and he had slowly spilled more secrets about the business he did with Skade and about the part he played; closing drug deals for her.

You turned off your emotions when you met him again, or so you thought, but you couldn't keep your hands from lightly trembling when he opened his door and smiled at you. And you couldn't help but feel safe and at peace once he held you in his arms while he told you he had missed you. And after another steamy evening that consisted purely of oral pleasure and no kissing, you found yourself next to him in bed again, both naked with only a thin sheet covering everything below the waist.

'You are so perfect,' Sihtric smiled with his love dazed eyes, 'what are you doing with a guy like me?'

'I guess… I was just born to be a trophy wife,' you joked and shrugged lightly.

'A trophy wife?' he laughed and shook his head disapprovingly, 'honey…'

'Your trophy wife,' you said and gave him a playful wink, which made him weak to his knees once more.

Sihtric smiled at your sweet words, but his smile quickly faded and a concerned look painted his face as if he suddenly realised something.

'Look,' he spoke softly after he sighed deeply, 'the people I work with and the work I do… I'm afraid I will only ruin your life, darling. And I don't want that for you.'

'Well,' you scoffed lightly, 'if you don't want me around-'

'No, no,' Sihtric said calmly and prevented you from getting up, 'that's not what I said, darling. And that is not what I meant either, because I do want you around. I like having you around. You seem to understand me in a weird way, and you're not… you're not scared of the world I live in. Or perhaps you are a really great actress,' he chuckled, 'but you don't seem worried about what I'm involved in.'

'It does scare me,' you half lied, 'but I had a rough upbringing and was taught to take care of myself. And I like being around you too,' you whispered as you traced the scars on his beautiful face, 'I feel safe with you… and loved.'

You hated how the truth was spoken by you. As much as you had tried to tune out any of your own emotions, it was impossible around him and every second you weren't with him you simply craved to be with him. It was overwhelming and frightening, but you couldn't pull yourself away even though you knew you'd have to pull the trigger eventually and kill him.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'I want you to feel safe and loved with me, because you are, I promise. And actually, there's something I have to tell you.'

'What?'

'So, I don't even know if we're really dating,' he said, his silky voice warming you pleasantly once again, 'but I don't do casual dating, I'm quite impatient.'

Sihtric always thought it was funny how impatient he was in his day to day life, while when it came to his job, he had all the patience in the world. And that's another thing you had both learned; to have patience. And you both had all the patience in the world when it came to enchanting your target and finding out their secrets, if you weren't blinded that was.

'What are you implying?' you smiled, then seductively bit down on your lower lip while his eyes trailed off to your bare breasts for a moment and his fingers trailed down your neck.

'I have to leave soon.'

'Leave? Where to?'

'Abroad,' he said, keeping it vague, 'Skade is sending me to close a business deal.'

'Oh? What kind of deal?' you asked, carefully prying as if he didn't know by now that you were well aware of the drug deals he made.

Sihtric chuckled, 'A big deal, darling.'

'So… what is it you want with me? You know I'm not in that business.'

'I want you to join me,' Sihtric said rather bluntly, 'a pretty woman on my arm always looks good during a deal. And if I can't persuade them,' he leaned in and lightly traced your lips with his thumb, 'then maybe you can,' he winked.

You laughed and touched his arm again, like you always did when he made you laugh, which still seemed to be well received as he wetted his lips while he looked at you.

'So,' you said, 'how could I possibly persuade whoever you do business with?'

'All you have to do is look pretty next to me,' he half murmured as he held your chin and leaned in even closer, 'you know, just be my trophy wife. You think you could do that for me, doll?'

You accompanied Sihtric on his business trip a few days later, after careful consideration with your superiors, and you had set up a plan on how to proceed. You travelled first class to some tropical island you had never even heard of, but this wasn't a holiday, because once the plane landed you knew you had to get down to serious work.

Sihtric kept you close the entire time you were together, being unable to keep his hands off you and just desperate to finally kiss you. But you always managed to make him forget about the numerous warning signs he had noticed, by dropping down to your knees and pulling down his pants. It was almost funny how easy to control he was, and yet you couldn't help but feel awful about it. And to make him forget about all the questions he still had about you, dropping down to your knees for him was the first thing you did once you arrived at the hotel room. And when Sihtric took a shower after that, his head still spinning as he stumbled to the bathroom, you were quick to sync his phone with yours so you could track his whereabouts if needed.

And it would be needed later that day, when Sihtric suddenly told you after dinner that he had to go and meet someone. He'd be back in two hours or so, he promised, and while you kept track of his location you also finally found some time to go through his stuff. His location told you he was at some other hotel on the island, and the drive there seemed to have taken about thirty minutes, so you had enough time to snoop around.

You managed to hack into his laptop, which he had foolishly left, and after several attempts you found a way into his seemingly hidden files. You had to give it to him, he knew how to hide his stuff, which struck you as odd as the way he had stored and hidden records on his laptop was done in the same way as you had been taught. You tried to shake the weird feeling in your gut, that he could be a spy turned traitor, and you scrolled through as many files as you could and as fast as you could. 

At least an hour had passed before your eyes landed on a recent file and, once opened, you discovered it held information about the deal he was to make tomorrow, with you by his side. And it turned out it wasn't just a regular deal, it was a deal with some government officials and Skade was supposed to be present too. Shocked by your discovery, you immediately called it in and then noticed that Sihtric's location changed; he was on his way back to you.

When Sihtric returned he seemed completely different. He was quiet and his eyes were empty. He didn't even attempt to kiss you, like he usually tried, instead he just strolled past you towards the bathroom without being able to look at you.

'What's wrong?' you asked him, truly concerned.

'Just tired from the trip,' he half mumbled as he took off his white blouse and his belt, throwing them on the bed before he locked the bathroom door behind him.

His behaviour struck you as odd. He had never looked like this before and beside that, he had showered already only a few hours ago. Once you heard the water running you went over to the bed to pick up his clothes, hoping to find a trace of something that would tell you what was going on. And as you attempted to fold his blouse you suddenly noticed smudged lipstick stains on the inside of his collar, and your stomach dropped. You stared at the stains and sat down on the bed, feeling as if the rug had been pulled from underneath your feet when suddenly everything started to make sense. And just when it all clicked, you received a message from your boss, confirming everything you had just figured out; Sihtric was a former spy, trained exactly like you, and had been seducing Skade in order to get close. And as you remembered reading that Skade was to be present at the deal the next day, you knew exactly where Sihtric had been and what he had done to persuade her to be there. And you knew exactly how empty, disgusted and used he felt right now while he probably tried to wash away the feeling.

And while you tried to keep yourself together, being shocked by finding out he was a former spy gone rogue and also by understanding that the man you had fallen in love with just had sex with someone else, Sihtric fell apart in the shower. Biting down on the towel between his teeth as the hot water rained down on him, tears rolling down his cheeks while his pained grunts were muffled by the towel and the sound of running water. And as you tried to think of how to proceed with your task, which remained unchanged despite your newly gained knowledge, Sihtric wondered how much longer he could do his task. How much longer he could let his body be used by a woman who disgusted him while he had fallen in love with you. And you realised you still had to kill him, because no one, not even you, knew that Sihtric never truly went rogue and that it was all part of his plan to take Skade down.

And Sihtric was done, he realised when he looked at himself in the mirror, and he'd rather blow his own brains out than ever having to sleep with her again. He was done. It had to be done tomorrow. He'd make sure it was going to be done after tomorrow. And with that thought he picked himself up again and joined you in bed, where you both silently wept in the dark as you held each other.

'I know how you feel,' you whispered after a long silence.

And those were the only words being spoken before your trembling lips found his in the darkened room, and you finally captured each other in a long-awaited kiss. Short and soft pecks at first, which slowly turned into longer and deeper kisses, until you tasted each other's tears and felt each other's tongues while your hands were in his hair and his roaming all over you body. 

And before you fell asleep, you both had it figured out without needing to say the words. You were both trapped in the world of sexpionage, and you had both broken one of the main rules: don't ever fall in love.

The next morning you both woke up early. And while still being sleepy, your lips found each other again while hands dared to discover further under the sheets. The room was cool and quiet while the sun struggled to force its light through the dark curtains. You got lost in each other; in the kisses, in the touches and in the sound of the soft and needy moans you both let slip from your mouths. You felt his weight pressing onto you comfortably while his hard cock teased your soaked entrance before he smoothly pushed inside you. 

He kissed you as you gasped at the feeling of him, and he carefully took your hands, locking his fingers with yours before he pinned your hands down above your head while he slowly began to thrust into you. You kissed passionately as you made slow and deep love, which was unlike anything either of you ever felt before, and it felt like heaven. The tenderness in the touches, the love in the kisses, and the sweet, heavy and long moans that you both spilled onto each other's lips were pure and absolute bliss. And you both never thought you would experience intimacy in a safe and pleasant way such as this, and it was addictive. 

After you both climaxed, Sihtric pulled you in his arms as he laid on his back. He took your hand and kissed it softly before he placed it upon his chest, allowing you to feel his beating heart.

'Do you feel that?' he whispered, his voice still raspy.

'Your heart?'

'Mhm,' he hummed softly, 'that belongs to you.'

You closed your eyes in an attempt to fight your tears, but it was already too late.

'What's wrong?' Sihtric asked as he heard you sniffle, 'did I do something? Did I hurt you?'

'No,' you reassured him and buried your face in his neck, 'no. You're the only man who has never hurt me.'

Sihtric was quiet for a moment, holding you tightly wrapped in his strong arms as you wept, and his mind spiralled as he remembered today was the day that everything would end.

'I have to tell you something,' he whispered after you had wiped your tears, 'and I'm risking everything by telling it. My life, my job… everything. I know you stepped into that pub for a reason, the night we met, and I'm still not sure what exactly that reason is, but before we go to that deal later today, I need you to know that I am not a drug dealer. I'm a spy… with the profession being sexpionage.'

'I know,' you whispered hoarsely, 'I figured it out yesterday, when you came back to the hotel. You… you were with Skade, weren't you?'

'I was,' Sihtric confessed, clearly upset, 'and I'm sorry. I don't want to be with her like that, but I learned how to switch my emotions off, so it hasn't been that rough to get to where I am now. But then I met you. And,' he sighed, 'it's like you awakened every emotion in me that I had tuned out for half of my life, and I can't tune them out anymore. The last few times I was with her… it was awful. I had to keep seeing her because I couldn't fuck up the trap I had set up, but I was falling for you in the meantime. And I… I am in love with you.'

'I'm in love with you too,' you said, finally telling him at least something that was completely true, and you started to cry again.

'What's wrong?' he asked again.

'Everything,' you cried, 'everything! I fucked up everything.'

You sat up and Sihtric took your hands, 'What do you mean, darling?' he asked.

'Sihtric,' you said with a sob, 'I'm the same. We are the same. You know there is a reason why I seem so understanding, and it's because we do the same kind of work. We are both trapped, our bodies belonging to those in charge of us, and we can't seem to get out of it. You were my target. I was to seduce you and to get as close as possible to Skade, so I could take her down.'

'You were sent to take Skade down?' Sihtric asked, then scoffed as he was bewildered, 'that is literally why I am here. It was my job to take her down, and I'm so fucking close-'

'But you… you went rogue,' you said, confused, 'they told me you had gone rogue and you were actually working for Skade now.'

'No, no, no,' Sihtric shook his head, 'no, I did everything I could to make it look like that, but I am not a traitor. I still leak intel-'

'What? What do you mean? You are still working for…'

'I am. I am still working for my boss, our boss, it seems. I give intel when I can but I am not playing by the rules anymore, and they know that.'

'But, Sihtric,' you said and swallowed hard, 'they… they sent me to kill you.'

Sihtric froze. He stared at you as the room was faintly lit by the warm sun outside, and he felt his heart pounding out of his chest.

'What do you mean?'

'I was told that you can't be trusted, but I was never told that you still give them intel. You still work for the same people as me, but they… they want to get rid of you because they don't trust you. I was meant to be a honey trap… but I fell in love.'

Sihtric still stared at you, and he then began to laugh out of despair. He already knew you hadn't been fully honest, but that you were a honey trap was beyond him.

'So… nothing between us was real?' he asked, clearly hurt and yet not completely surprised anymore.

'My feelings were real,' you said quickly and took his face, 'I promise, everything was real except for my background story. My feelings were real… but I… I have a job to do. I have a team who is prepared to arrest Skade during that deal today,' you whispered brokenly, 'I have a job to fulfil.'

'I know,' Sihtric said as calmly as possible, but his voice was shaky, 'do what you have to do. I don't want to know your plan, just do it. Because I promise you, I can't take another day living like this anymore. Promise me that you'll kill me too, even if Skade gets away.'

'No, Sihtric-'

'Promise me,' he said, his tone urgent while he grabbed your shoulders, 'if she gets away I will have to continue this assignment, and I can't fucking do it anymore.'

'I… I can't-'

'Yes you can,' he almost shook you, 'you were trained to do that. You can kill me, darling, I'm your task,' he said and grabbed your chin, only to kiss you almost painfully before he spoke again, 'I'm just another target.'

You and Sihtric hadn't spoken a word anymore since that morning. You had breakfast and lunch together, and then both dressed up for the planned meeting that evening. The tension was sharp, but you both tried to ignore any feelings involved in order to do your job. It wasn't easy though, and more than once you both lost control and ended up kissing each other while tears were fought quietly, until the dreadful moment arrived.

You and Sihtric arrived at the agreed meeting point to close the deal. The government officials who were there to buy drugs were already waiting in the abandoned warehouse. You carried a gun strapped to your thigh, which was hidden by your flowy dress, and you walked alongside your target, who was dressed just as sharply and carried a gun underneath his blouse. You played the trophy wife role well, and the buyers fell for your charms with ease while they negotiated with Sihtric. And Sihtric could only admire you silently, the way you wrapped anyone around your finger with ease was a delight to watch, and he cursed himself internally for being just as foolish as those men were now. But at least, he thought, there had been something real between the two of you. And if he was to die today, he would be honoured to have it done by your hands.

And you admired Sihtric just as much, the way he was so confident and knew exactly what he was talking about. But it also saddened you, as you knew he was only able to be this convincing because he had been stuck in this nightmare for far too long. Through your ear piece, hidden behind your hair, you were given updates about the status outside. Then Skade arrived, and by the look on her face when she saw you, Sihtric hadn't told her a word about you. But she knew this was not the place and time to argue, and she trusted him completely so deemed your presence safe.

But she'd be proven wrong within a matter of minutes, when you were warned only a split second before an entire team of black ops stormed the warehouse. You grabbed your gun as you stepped away from Sihtric, and you both saw how Skade made a run for it while the government officials got pinned down to the cold ground and were arrested.

You looked at Sihtric, who never made an attempt to reach for his weapon as he saw how his target seemed to get away, just as he had feared, and he took a few steps back.

'Do it,' he said to you as he dropped down to his knees, 'don't make me go back to her, please.'

Your eyes darted between your target and Skade, and you pointed your gun at Sihtric while Skade reached the doors of the warehouse.

'I… I truly loved you,' you whispered, and a pathetic single tear rolled down your cheek.

'I know,' Sihtric replied, 'I did too. Thank you,' he swallowed hard, 'for at least making me feel something real before I die.'

Your hands were unsteady as you kept the gun pointed at him. And Sihtric closed his eyes before multiple gunshots echoed through the warehouse, followed by a shrill shriek and the shouting of men who were there to back you up.

'No!' you shouted and ran towards Sihtric as a group of men closed in on him.

You pushed through them and kneeled down beside Sihtric, wrapping your arms around his heavy body and kissing his face all over while you cried and barked an order to the men around you, who listened and then backed away as you caressed your target's face without getting a response.

Several hours later Sihtric woke up in what looked like a hospital, and he figured he must be dead once he saw you sitting next to his bed. He tried to move but you quickly stopped him and hushed him when he tried to speak.

'It's okay,' you whispered and gently raked your fingers through his hair, 'you're okay, Sihtric. You only passed out.'

Sihtric looked confused, having no recollection of the events that happened prior to him waking up, except for one thing.

'Skade?' he mumbled weakly.

'You're free,' you said as you held back your tears, 'you're free, sweetheart. They got her. She almost got away, but the door she ran for was locked, so she was trapped. And I… I shot her in both knees so she couldn't attempt another escape.'

'Why didn't you kill me?' Sihtric asked as he began to remember.

'Because I am a shit spy,' you laughed through your tears, 'and I fell in love with my target.'

'The worst spy,' Sihtric chuckled softly while still a little dizzy, 'but not as shit as me.'

'I think you're a great spy,' you said and leaned in even closer, your noses almost touching, 'you made everyone believe you had gone rogue and were a traitor.'

'They're still coming for me about that, aren't they?'

'They are,' you sighed, 'they have questions. But I already heard they won't arrest you or ask me to still kill you. They just want a full report.'

'I got that.'

'I know,' you laughed, 'I've seen the amount of files on your laptop.'

Sihtric frowned at that, then smiled when he realised you had been doing your job while he did his.

'Tell me,' he then said, 'and be honest. Was anything real between us?'

'Yes,' you nodded, 'I already told you that my feelings were real.'

Sihtric smiled with a sense of relief, and he carefully took your chin.

'My feelings were real,' you continued, 'and the orgasms you gave me were real too.'

You both laughed before he kissed you, and then promised you that once all this shit was over he'd take you out on a real date and wanted to get to know the real you. You told him you wanted the same, but you also wanted to know what he was going to do next.

'Skade was my ticket out of this life,' Sihtric confessed, 'I'm done now. Early retirement, or whatever they call it. But what about you?'

'I resigned immediately after her arrest. No one can do this kind of work when you've fallen in love with someone.'

'Good,' he smiled, 'so… are we dating then?'

'I don't know,' you shrugged with a smile, 'are you sure you want to be with me? I mean, you still don't really know me.'

'Honey,' Sihtric said with a sly smile, 'you already had me trapped from the first night we met, what makes you think I could walk away from you now?'

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Heartless Pt.2

Mafia Boss! Miguel O’Hara x fem! reader

You and Miguel are married to each other…and it wasn’t because of love.

I heart slowburn x

You idled on where you could go for your honeymoon. At least Miguel gave you the twisted liberty of choosing where you could go, you didn't even care enough to want to go to nice places anymore. Why was he trying to drag this out with a honeymoon? Neither of you wanted it, yet Miguel always valued whatever his Consigliere had to say, you weren't going to take one of your few chances to argue with him over something so minuscule, you were saving your rage and confusion for the things that would matter in the future. Maybe somewhere warm, maybe Italy or France or something. You wondered what Mexico would be like since Miguel is half Mexican, you wondered if a part of his family were settled there too- you had to admit, you were curious if the apple fell far from the tree. You immediately dismissed this misplaced curiosity, you didn"t know Miguel well enough yet and he would probably have your head on a spike if you even mentioned it. Miguel's brother Gabriel came into the penthouse to pick up a few things and you told him that you wanted to go to Italy, Gabriel said he'd pass that along to Miguel's pilot.

It was getting dark out and Miguel said you'd fly out tonight but he still wasn't back. You hadn't seen Miguel since breakfast, you probably ruffled his feathers just by challenging him minutely. All you did today was get ready, did up your hair, splashed on some makeup, wear one of the dresses he gave you, and sat around. You were bored out of your mind, if this was what married life would be like, you would be very irritable and uncooperative indeed. You couldn't back out now, being bored was better than being dead.

You took this eventless time to wander around this penthouse, one of his capos told you he owned many but this was one of the nicer ones, it was quiet, serene. You spent this day with one of Miguel's lackeys stationed outside of the door and Little Miss Fuck Me Eyes, AKA the maid, but you actively avoided her.

It was a nice place to live in, expensive and clean, but it felt...empty, even with people in and outs mavbe it was just the lack of Miguel that was making you feel this way. Your heels clicked around and your eyes squinted towards Miguels study.

Should you...? You'd probably get a shot to the kneecap at least for meddling with Miguel's private affairs. Your fingers wandered to the handle tentatively, your curiosity outweighed your fear. It would be a stupid mistake, yes, but if Miguel wasn't going to be here now, he definitely wouldn't be around later, so you had time to snoop and pretend you weren't there.You opened the door and your eyes shot around, he was such a neat freak, but there were bits of paper strewn on his desk. His desk was dark oak, it was almost black, his desk chair was real black leather too, and the warm ambient lights offered some sort of atmosphere where he could work. You strolled softly behind his desk to look at the loose papers. The first one was marriage papers, the official documents to your betrothal, the other one was the NDA you signed and the last one was...an entire background check on you. You sifted through the paper and there were pictures of you walking around on the streets of New York, you clutched onto it, your eyes narrowing at the words you were reading on the page.

It had your bank details.

Your clothing measurements.

Your GPA.

The earnings of your parent's company.

Every ex-boyfriend you've ever had

The shops you go to.

Your favourite food.

Quite literally everything about you.

He ran a background check on you and had someone follow you around before you got engaged. You frowned at the paper. You set it down and sighed, taking a minute to consolidate what you had just read. Raking a hand through your hair, you walked around his desk and stole a glance at the walls- you couldnt believe you missed what he hung up on the walls. You inched forward to inspect the Renaissance paintings that covered the room, he even had a real Caravaggio, Lord knows how much it cost. Then you shifted towards a picture that wasn't a painting. It was of Miguel and his brother when they were about teenagers, embracing each other for the camera after a presumably long day of playing sports or something like that- but what really stunted you was that he was smiling. You don't think you've ever seen Miguel smile at all.

What you didn’t realise was that Miguel was at home, trying to find you in the penthouse.

He knew he was an hour late but he was held up by some important consultations. His brow raised when out of the corner of his eye, he found the door to his study open which was very odd- it was always left closed, he should probably invest in a lock. His fingers opened it up sottly and there he found you, snooping around his study like a second-rate degenerate criminal, but when he found you, you were gawking at the art on his walls. You were absorbed in the paintings, in a trance akin to that of a dream, he almost didn't want to disturb you, You were wearing a slinky black strapless dress that hugged you just right, it stopped just below the knee, your skin was glowing in the ambient light, the heels on your feet making you look taller, but not as tall as him. He liked that he had the choice to power over you.

He had the sentiment he always had when he looked at you: you looked nice.

“Enjoying your prying?” A low irritated voice husked behind you, you turned around and yelped in surprise, your chest heaved at the shock of seeing him right here, in a place you had no business being in. You were dead already. You winced when your eyes met his, he seemed amused and annoyed all at once as you gaped at him at the doorway. He was so….so…clean and smart but his sleeves were rolled up and a few buttons were undone, he ditched his tie as you saw it in his hand. You swallowed thickly.

“I'm fine.”You seemed to muster up, unsure of what else to say, You had to admit, you were a little afraid but you would rather die than show that. You weren't sure what was going to fall out of his mouth, probably a verbal tongue-lashing. “Caravaggio? His paintings are rather dark.” You couldn't help but comment on it, of course, he would have refined taste, not just in anything business-related but also something as cultural as art.

“Isn't that what's fascinating about it?” Miguel grumbled, hoping you wouldn't hear him. It was a bright, keen and astute observation. You pursed your lips and stayed silent whilst crossing your arms. “I don't want you in here.” He clipped coldly as he finally made his way to approach you, he stole a look towards his desk and found that a few papers had been messed with. So you know about it now.

“I don't want you having your capos stalk me.” You bit back shrewdly with challenging eyes and Miguel raised an eyebrow a little, just enough for you to notice from the corner of your eye. Touche, dick.

“I have to know how I'm working with.” He said so emotionless, so flatly. Like everything was about business, like neither of you was actual people with feelings.

“Well, I don't know who I'm working with, so you're not fighting fair.” You inched forward to him as you let out with a strained breath. Unfortunately for him, your statement made him think.

“You won't have to and you're right, I don't fight fair.”

“I told Gabriel I want to go to Italy, by the way.” You pivoted the subject around and Miguel was internally pleased that you did.

“Portofino is nice this time of year.” He commented briskly, again, reverting back as if you were mere acquaintances discussing destination spots and the fucking weather. It still left a bitter taste in his mouth.

-

You packed quickly and Miguel's driver took all your bags as you were about to head out of the front door. You weren't really paying attention as Little Miss Fuck Me Eyes was all over Miguel again, talking to him about what needed to be done the time both of you came back. You didn't know why you didn't like her, it was probably because she was so obvious about it, she was practically drooling over your husband as if you weren't here.

He was your husband. Whether you liked it or not. When she glanced over at you, you raked a tuft of hair behind your ear, your wedding ring on full display as you did so, she definitely noticed it with the way her face settled into a scowl.

It didn't take long until you were both in the back seat of Miguel's lamp-black Porsche, completely silent to the drive to the airstrip that Miguel owned. You blinked out the window, watching the bright city lights blur into colors against the dark of night, well-mannered in your straight posture and crossed legs. Miguel took a second to contemplate your presence, he almost hated how well-behaved you were. A small fraction of him wanted to see you get messy, preferably under him. He shook the defiant out of his head with a scowl, staring out of his own window in response. There was this thick tension between you, this sustaining of a non-existent friendship, trying to keep the conversation simple and polite between you and the man you barely knew anything about.

He did his research but your parents did their own- they didn't let you get involved even though you were the one they were marrying off.

It felt like forever in the car, Miguel escorted you out like a...gentleman. Watching you sway so confidently up the stairs to his private jet. He had a full view of your ass in that dress he liked, he didn't know how to feel about it so he just breathed deeply instead. Miguel followed you up, stepping into the cool, crystalized plush leather of the plane. Jesus, the amount of money he spent on this is probably uncountable, just thinking about it made your head ache. Miguel watched as you were awed at the interior, he had a slight feeling of contempt at your reaction, like you didn't think your lifestyle would change into this. He makes this kind of money every minute. He was a very wealthy man. He could afford 20 of these if he wanted to. You needed to stop being so surprised and get used to shit like this.

You thought that Miguel would probably want to sit the furthest away from you, he was distant like that but a flash of confusion covered your face when you found him sitting next to you as he did up his seatbelt.

So close.

The proximity was...different. So different.

“Good evening, Mr. O'hara.” Before you knew it a soft sensual voice in front of you pierced through your absent-minded thoughts. Oh, of course. Another insanely beautiful woman worked for him. She took out a single glass and pulled out a 100-year-old Merlot. Her perfectly tailored uniform clung to her so tightly it was like glue. Of course, he had a gorgeous flight attendant. Of course. It shouldn't bother you, but for some reason it did. “How was your night...with your friend here?” She glanced to the side at you, finally realizing that it wasn't just her and Miguel in the plane, so they couldn't exactly fuck like dogs. Her face scrunched into a condescending smile, looking you up and down. It was obvious she was defeated but she concealed it behind bright eyes. Why did every single woman who worked for him want to fuck him? It was honestly galling.

“She's my wife.” Miguel said thickly, his voice held a certain gravitas, and his tone was clipped, almost like he was annoyed. The revelation seemed to get to Little Miss Fuck Me Eyes Number 2, her face dropped and it honestly made you feel better. “And yes, we had a good night, thank you. Please get another glass for us please.” It was almost like he was politely laying into her.

“Of course, Mr O'Hara.” She smiled softly as she whisked away to get another glass.

Miguel wanted to roll his eyes. Yeah, yeah baby, keep dreaming he wanted to say. He really didn't like it when people gawked at him, especially the women who worked for him. It wasn't him who employed all these objectively beautiful women, it was Gabriel and he was extremely biased. He doesn't fuck his staff. Well, he can't because he's a married man. Married to you. A beautiful woman who he just can't figure out. Even though, he had all the info he could get about you...the way you talked to him, and the way you acted around him was confusing. You were so puzzling and he wanted to uncover the secrets that you held, how messy you could actually get behind this complacent good girl agenda.

His eyes flickered to you and it was obvious you were lost in your own little world. He looked at your lap and noticed that you weren't wearing your seatbelt, before his mind could even check it, his hands reached out for your seatbelt.

You almost jumped into your seat when you realized where his hands were, he was leaning towards you, close enough where you could fully smell his deep and rich cologne. He did your seatbelt and without hesitation, tightened it harshly with one tug, you gasped softly at the unexpected action. Woah. His hands were...big.

“Make sure you don't die a day after your wedding day.” He muttered just above a whisper. You let out a gentle cough and resumed your 'respectable' position, pretending like it didn't affect you whatsoever.

Miguel wanted you to be affected by him, maybe so he could intimidate you. But after just a short few days together and many moments of where you should be intimidated by him- you weren't. It was as refreshing as it was unsettling. He could have you affected by him in another way…maybe sexual tension would do the trick in breaking this facade you had up... He contemplated the idea but then ultimately rejected it as quickly as it came.

He can't fraternize with you.

This was merely a business transaction.

He wanted this as clean as possible.

No feelings. No fucking up.

He would never get involved. He won't do it.

He’s done too much to stop now.

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Based on this ask

Young President!Coriolanus Snow x Call Girl!Reader, Dom!Coriolanus

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is in himself his own warning. Dubcon, Noncon, choking, impact play, kissing, degradation, biting, p in v, breeding kink, creampie, talks of sex work, talks of past sex trafficking, talks of poisoning/murder

You stare out the pitch black tinted window as the driver of your black luxury car drives you to your destination, the Presidential Palace. You've been acting as President Coriolanus Snow's personal high class call girl for years. Well, ever since he became Head Gamemaker and saw you in Pluribus Bell’s illicit, but high end sex club.

Pluribus had acquired you when General Byzantine had put you up on the auction block after using you (and literally torturing you) as his personal fuckdoll. Despite looking like a broken piece of shit, hatred and fire burned in your beautiful eyes. According to Pluribus, it was the look in your eyes that made the old man buy you; put you in charge of the girls in his sex club.

So, basically, Pluribus made you a Madame. Not that you minded. Hell, it meant that you didn't have to fuck nutjob, crazy, overly kinky whackjob Capitol men anymore.

But when Coriolanus Snow came into the club, after being invited by Pluribus after breaking off an engagement (why things didn't work with the Cardew banking heir, Livia, you didn't know; didn't care either) and laid his icy blue eyes on you, well, he just knew that he had to have you.

At first you told Pluribus no when he approached you with Snow's request, but then the platinum blonde pretty boy cornered you with an offer you couldn't refuse. A private penthouse, your own car and driver, a black Amex, and never having to work another day if you agree to be at his beck and call as his personal call girl.

His high class girl, as he called you.

That was 5 years ago.

Yea…

At this rate you'll probably be President Snow's high class girl forever.

Hopefully he finds himself a wife so you can move on with your life. Maybe take all that money you have squirreled away and get a nice beach house somewhere in District 4. The weather's lovely there. Maybe you'll even find somebody to settle down with; even have a kid or two.

It'd be nice to be able to retire from whoring. You've been in the game since your family sold you at age 15 to pay off debts. You've been fucking for a living for a decade now; it's getting old.

But at least the President is the kindest out of all the men you've been with, which is saying something because Coriolanus is as cold as his name, Snow.

You're so far inside of your head that you don't even notice the car stop or your driver, Herbie open the door.

Herbie clears his throat, only.to announce, 'Ma’am, we're here.”, causing your self imposed spell over your mind to break.

“Thank you, Herbie.” You simply told him, stretching your hand out for him to help you out of the car.

“I'll be here waiting for you, Ma’am.” Your driver told you, shutting the door once you were out of the car.

“Thank you. I won't be long.” You politely assured Herbie before walking towards the side entrance of the Presidential Mansion, which was marked with a trellis of vining; blooming roses. The side entrance leads straight to Coriolanus' personal living quarters; of course you had the key for it.

Your black designer stilettos loudly echo against the marble as you walk up the white and gold staircase that separates the president's personal living room, sitting room, kitchen, and dining room from the bed chambers, bathrooms, and his private study. You've only ever been in his bedroom and the sitting room. Both were immaculate, so you assume that the rest of his living quarters in the presidential palace must be extravagant too.

One thing you've noted about President Coriolanus Snow over the last few years of knowing him is that he has high class taste. A posca taste, if you'll call it. The more expensive, the better.

And it's that trait of his that has you baffled about why he's kept you around so long to fulfill his needs. Surely he can find himself some young, beautiful, and naive high class twit from a rich family to groom into his perfect classy woman.

His First Lady.

Surely, he must be getting tired of paying for you- putting you up in a high end penthouse that's about a 5 or so minute drive from his palace. Back before he became president your place was literally the next building over from his. Yea, that's how classy and ritzy of a penthouse you're in.

“I'm in my room, darling.” Coriolanus called out to you as soon as your heels clicked against the marble of his second story floor.

No shit, he's in his room. He's always in his room. He's either sitting on the bed end settee or on his ornate sofa, but either way he's donning his waistcoat and smoking while waiting for you. The epitome of regal master.

“I’ll be right there, Coriolanus.” You called back, speeding up your steps slightly to reach the white and gold scrolled double doors of his chambers.

Opening the door and walking inside, you spot him lounging on his cream sofa. His legs are crossed and he has an arm lazily thrown over the back of the sofa’s ornate mahogany frame. Coriolanus’ platinum hair his in its natural curly state, which is a rarity, but also means that he ruined his slicked back look by running his hands thru his hair all day- something he does when frustrated or nervous. And, like always while awaiting your visit, he's smoking.

“Darling, I told you last time you were here to call me Coryo.” The President told you, reaching his arm out to tip his ashes into the crystal ashtray that's on the mahogany coffee table.

“I'm sorry, Coryo. I forgot.” You lied thru a smile, a smile that was so fake it wasn't even funny.

You didn't forget, you just don't want to call him nicknames. Not when you know that your arrangement has an expiration date; one that'll be coming up soon enough.

Sitting up, he pointed to you with his cigarette and said, “Show me what you wore for me tonight.”

He did this every time you came over for his booty call. It was a ritual you're used to. You'd be shocked if he didn't ask you to model the lingerie for him.

With a sultry smile, you untie and unbutton the long red trenchcoat you're wearing. “It's a new set that I bought the other day.” You inform Coriolanus while opening up the coat and letting it fall off your shoulders; onto the floor.

President Snow's mouth watered as he took in your form dressed up in a lacy black bustier and matching cheeky panties along with those black stilettos with the red bottoms- the ones that he loved seeing you in. He thought that those heels did wonders for your legs, legs that he loved to have wrapped around his body- whether he was fucking you or feasting on your cunt.

Snubbing his cigarette in the crystal ashtray and rising from the sofa, the president smirked, “I do enjoy it when you go lingerie shopping, my darling rose.” Striding over to you, only to circle you like a predator circle's it's prey, the regal platinum blonde looked at you hungrily. As if he's starving and you're a filet mignon.

Coriolanus stopped right in front of you, only to give you a smoldering look while unbuttoning his maroon waistcoat, his long fingers moving lithely. Shrugging off the vest and chucking it towards a nearby sitting chair, he closed the distance between you. His tall form towers over you; you know what he wants from you.

It's what he always wants from you.

You ran your hands over his chest, which was quite toned underneath his crisp white dress shirt, and pressed your lips to his Adam's apple. As you kissed a tantalizing trail down his neck and to the collar of his shirt, leaving blood red lips tip stains in your wake, his large hands snaked around you. His breathing was husky and lustful as you lifted your head up, staring straight into his baby blues, while unbuttoning his shirt. Your red nails a stark contrast to his shirt.

“I have a business trip I need to attend in 12.” Coriolanus said while you pushed his shirt off of him after opening it up. You just nodded, raking your red nails up and down his chest before tweaking his nipples. Just the way that he likes.

You thought that all talks of his meeting was over, so you leaned forward to kiss him, but he stopped you by lifting up one of his hands and grabbing your chin. “The mining bosses are having some issues with their workers meeting production goals; I'm leaving in the morning and you're coming with me.”

Your eyes went wide. You can't go to 12. No, you won't go to 12. You refuse to go back to that shit hole you once called home, where your family- that sold you into a life of sexual slavery to a brothel for money to pay off drinking debts- lives.

“I'm not going to 12, Coriolanus. We'll see each other when you get back.” You firmly told him.

Which wasn't what he wanted to hear. In fact, he wanted you to nod your head; maybe make a remark about needing to pack, and then get to fucking him. You refusing him was never in the cards.

You just dealt him a hand he wasn't expecting. But, President Snow's an excellent poker player; he'll make due with the cards you've just given him.

Coriolanus' large hand slipped from your chin only to grab your throat. His face dipped so close to yours that his hot breath, which smelt like smoke, mints, bourbon, and coffee, fanned over your face. “I'm not asking you, Y/N. I'm telling you that you're coming to District 12 with me.” His thumb pressed into your windpipe, not hard enough to cut off your breathing, but hard enough to make you wheeze and pay attention to him as he spoke in a cold, authoritarian tone. “I fucking own you, so when I tell you to do something you do it. You don't get to say no to me.”

President Snow looked like a crazed, disheveled mess as he chastised you. And you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. Because it did.

Oh how it did. It might be wrong being turned on by a power hungry zealot who's telling you that you're his property, but the way he looked while doing it. Hot damn, it made your pussy pool; stain your black lacy panties with a wet patch.

Yea…you're pretty fucked up at this point in your life.

The platinum blonde's large hand slid from your hip over your lower belly, only to sneak under the waistband of your panties. He dipped his mouth to your ear, grabbing your pussy in his large calloused hands, while telling you, “I own this pussy, darling, and if I want to fuck it every goddamn day of my business trip then I sure as hell will.” Coriolanus bit your earlobe, hard enough to crack the pearl earring you're wearing.

An earring he bought you in the early days of your arrangement.

He pulled away, only to look at you darkly. Spitting the cracked pearl earring in your face, he pulled his hand out of your underwear. He brought his fingers up to his prominent nose, only to inhale your scent. His eyes fluttered shut and his face contorted into a look of pleasure. He was, for a lack of a better word, getting high off of your musk.

Oh yea, the President sure was something else…but who are you to judge? You're his personal whore, so…

His icy eyes popped open, with a lust filled crazed look, as he sucked his fingers one by one. Savoring the taste of your juices while keeping his tight hold on your neck with his other hand. His tongue swirled around his pinky, the last finger to be licked clean by him. “You taste divine. Too bad you need to be disciplined for your rude behavior and won't be having your cunt eaten by me tonight.”

“Disciplined for my rude behavior? Coryo, the only thing I did was tell you that I'm not going to 12.” You spoke up, standing your ground to your, for a lack of a better word, owner.

Coryo’s fingers pressed hard into your neck, no doubt leaving behind finger shaped bruises that would need covered up by IL MAKIAGE tomorrow. Looks like you'll have to make another trip to Sephora soon if you don't want to have bruises all over your neck shown off to the public. How embarrassing would that be, going to various stores with chokehold bruising all over your neck. You shudder at the thought of it.

“Talking back is rude behavior, baby.” He hissed before pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was hard and bruising. Biting your lower lip; drawing blood, he pulled away from the kiss. Giving you a dark, slightly unhinged look, the stoic platinum blonde swore, “Bad girls get spankings and you're going to get so many that you won't be able to sit on your red, hot ass tomorrow during our damn train ride.”

Coriolanus is sitting on the red velveteen settee at the end of his gold and red velvet framed bed. You're bent over his knees, ass up in the air while your head rests on the settee. Your arms are outstretched; your hands arm firmly grabbing the end of the red velvet material for purchase as the President smacks one ass cheek and then the other.

*Smack, smack*

Coriolanus chuckles at how red your ass is. He's been at this for a while now; both of you have lost count of how many times his hand has come down on your cheeks. He rubs the sting out of your red ass cheeks before raising his hand high up in the air and bringing it down on the right cheek, only to repeat the action on the left cheek.

*Smack, smack*

Your designer black heels are still on your feet, so they sway in the air as you kick out of reflex due to the spankings. God, he would make you keep the heels on for this. Hell, this spanking session seems to be the longest in your entire life with him. Usually he indulges in a slap or two to your ass while taking you from behind, but never anything like this.

But it could be worse. He could be a crazy, torture hungry, fucking sadist like that crazy ass General Byzantine was. The man who beat you within an inch to your life and put you up on the auction block once a couple of his Avoxes had nurtured you to suitable health.

You were overjoyed when he died about 4-4 ½ years ago. All the media outlets say that General Byzantine died from tainted tea at one of the popular tea houses in the Capitol. Apparently Coriolanus was there with him, having a meeting for political purposes since he was running for Senate and nearly died. You remember that he had canceled your sessions for a week, but still put a hefty sum in your bank account; even requested that you wear a certain color lingerie (blood red) when you resumed your little booty calls with him once he recovered from nearly dying from tainted tea.

Your black lacy cheeky panties slid up your ass crack from the force of all the spankings. Coriolanus didn't say a word, just silently righted the panties before landing another pair of smacks to your ass cheeks, causing you to let out a loud squeal.

“Did my bad baby girl learn her lesson, or do you need more?” President Snow asked, his ardent tone a bit dark and mocking as he soothed your ass by rubbing it- with both palms this time.

“I've learnt my lesson, Mister President, Sir.” You told him, choking back a moan as you grew wetter and wetter from his hands just rubbing the sting out of your ass. Oh God, how your core aches for his cock.

Coriolanus let out a deep, throaty moan at your answer. He loves it, fucking loves it when you call him Mister President and Sir. Oh, and put them both together- yea he's fucking feral.

The president slightly opened your legs, only to swipe a long finger up your wet, clothed center. “Oh, darling, you're soaked.” He proudly announced. “Is that all for me?” Coriolanus rhetorically asked, already knowing that it was all for him.

You knew that the platinum president didn't need an answer, but decided to indulge him with one anyway. “Yes, Coryo. It's always for you.”

Coryo bent down and peppered your beet red ass with kisses. The plushness of his lips against your hot sensitive skin makes you squirm. Chuckling, Coriolanus sat up and pulled your heels off, one by one, and let them fall to the floor with a loud thud. He helped you stand on your feet, only to pull down your panties and toss you onto the bed.

As you lay on your stomach, head buried in his pillow, which smelled like him- like roses, you heard the sound of Coryo slipping out of his black floor shines while unbuckling his belt. You peeked over your shoulder, only to see him quickly unzipping his maroon pants. You turned back around, resting your head back on his pillow, as he quickly shed his pants and boxer briefs.

“Lift your ass up high for me and spread your legs as wide as they'll go, baby.” The President ordered you, to which you obliged him. Your ass was raw and stung, but your pussy was throbbing with need, as Coryo kneeled right behind you on his king sized bed. “Fuck, you're always such a needy lil slut for me, darling.” He remarked upon seeing your cunt dripping and glistening for him.

Looking over your shoulder, you smirked, “Only for you, Coryo, my Mister President.”

The platinum blonde's icy eyeballs nearly rolled into the back of his head at your words. Words that went straight to his cock, making it harder- if that was even possible.

“Yes, I'm your President and you're my perfect, pretty, lil slut.” Coriolanus groaned, teasing your clit with the angry, red, leaky tip of his cock. “You remember that the next time I tell you to do something, baby girl.” He said, grabbing your hips and snapping forward; sheathing his entire 8 inches into your soaking wet cunt. “Fuck, darling, you're so goddamn tight for me.” Coriolanus groaned, pulling out only to surge forward, causing you to mewl out in pleasure.

President Coriolanus Snow has a big cock and he sure does know how to use it. That's for sure. And you let him know that too.

“Of course I'm tight for you, Coryo. You're the biggest cock I've had, the only man whose tip kisses my cervix; whose girth stretches me out with a delicious sting.” You honestly tell him, stroking his ego and making him start to pound into you relentlessly.

Hearing you say that out of all the men that you've had in your whoring career that he's the biggest and the best makes his heart soar with overwhelming pride. So much so, that he'll just have to keep you around.

Permanently.

Coryo doesn't think that you'll have any protests about it. Maybe he'll bring up the idea while you're away on business in 12. Use the time away as both a vacation and a business trip. There is a vacant cabin in the woods that he knows of by a lake that could be a setting for a romantic night or two.

“Oh…fuck…Coryo…” You moan into the pillow that you're holding onto for dear life as you surge forward with every hard, fast thrust Coryo gives you.

“You like it when I fuck you face first in the mattress like a dirty fucking slut, don't you darling?” He groans, rutting even faster while placing a hand on the middle of your back; pushing you further down into the mattress. “Fuck, you're so sexy like this, baby.” The President huffs. “So fucking sexy.”

You moan into the pillow, but it comes out in a heap of garbled drools, as Coryo's cock hits that special spongy spot deep inside of you while his heavy cum filled balls slap against your swollen, neglected clit.

“That's it, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock, you pathetic slut.” Coriolanus encouraged in a half groan as you began to meet his thrust with ones of your own. You could help it, you needed to cum so badly. Fucking yourself on his cock while he pounded you was the only way to do that.

Turning your head, so that the side of your face rest on his drool soaked pillow, you mewl and whine, “So close, Coryo. I'm so close.” Feeling that coil in your lower belly tighten, you beg, “Please, let me cum, Mister President. Please, make me cum.”

Coryo quickly unhooked the long row of clasps that held your black lacy bodice together while cooing, “Don't worry, my pretty baby, I'll make you cum” The bodice fell off your shoulders, but Coryo slipped his arm around your middle and pulled you up on your knees, only to yank the black bustier off of you; tossing it to the side.

Coryo's hands instantly grabbed hold of your tits as he continued to harshly fuck you. His hands squeezed them roughly and pinched your nipples, all the while your hands clawed his wrists for leverage as he felt your climax coming on. Coriolanus knows you're close by how your cunt's clenching around his cock. “Fucking cum for me, darling.” he ordered, biting the crook of your neck.

The feel of his teeth roughly nipping your skin, only to use his tongue to soothe it, paired with his deep, erratic thrusts, his heavy balls slapping against your clit deliciously, and his large, calloused hands roughly fondling, had you cumming with a loud moan. A moan that was a string of curses mixed with his name: Coryo.

He fucked you thru your orgasm only to shove you back down onto the bed and plunge his cock hard and fast into you. His pounding was so relentless as he chased his own release that you felt another orgasm on the cusp. Oh gods, his cock felt so fucking good hitting you on all the right spots.

Oh fuck…

“I'm gonna fuck you full with my heirs, baby.” Coryo panted, his thrust becoming sloppy. “Can't wait to fucking knock you up; see your belly swell with my growing baby inside.” He babbled as his hands roughly held onto your shoulders for leverage. “You're gonna look so beautiful all round and full of my baby, my darling rose.”

You didn't pay him any mind. Didn't say a word about his string of impossible words. You're on birth control, so his fantasy of knocking you up is just that. A fantasy. A breeding kink, to be politically correct.

Coriolanus’ hips stuttered, once, twice, three times before he was moaning, “Fuck, Y/N, baby. Fuck…”, and filling your pussy with hot ropes of his thick cum.

Feeling his hot cum spurting into your womb sent you over the edge. “Coryo…” You mewled, cumming for a second time.

He didn't stop and pull out like he usually did.

No…

This time, Coriolanus kept fucking you. He fucked his load right into your pussy, causing you to let out a shaky moan from both overstimulation and your third orgasm of the night.

Coryo finally pulled out, but only after filling you up with a second load of his thick, hot cum. Cum that was somehow leftover in his balls from the first time.

The President smugly grinned as he watched his second load of the night slowly drip out of your puffy, abused pussy- looking like beautiful white pearls.

Ah, pearls. That reminds him…

“I bought you a new jewelry set for the trip. Fancier pearls than the ones you had; they're packed in your bag.” Coriolanus told you, sitting by your side and rubbing your back as you lay on the bed like a ragdoll.

Ugh. Of course, he bought you new things, including luggage, and packed them up for the damn trip to District 12- your personal hell- that he's dragging you on.

When you didn't say a word, Coryo pushed the strands of sweat soaked hair away from your face and asked, “Are you alright, baby?”

Pushing his hand away from your face, you simply assured him, “Yea, I'm fine.”

Nodding, he told you, “I'll call your driver, tell him that you're staying the night; then I'll run us a bath.”

You've never stayed the night before, prompting you to ask, “Why're you letting me stay the night with you, Coryo?”, as he stood up.

“We're needed at the train station bright and early, Y/N. It's just easier for you to stay here so we can head out together in the morning.” The President explained before taking off to do the things he told you about.

Of course, he wanted you to stick around tonight so he can make sure that you're on that train with him heading to 12 in the morning. You're his personal high class girl. His glorified whore. If President Coriolanus Snow wants you with him tonight to ensure that you step on that train with him tomorrow, so he can fuck you during his stupid business trip in hell, then that's what he's going to get.

You don't have a say in the matter. You're just around until he gets bored of you; finds something younger and prettier to satisfy his carnal desires with.

Only you thing you don't know is that President Coriolanus Snow’s never going to get bored of you or trade you in for a younger model. In fact he thinks you're the best girl he's ever had.

Hell, the devil himself knows that the President killed for you- even if you don't know it.

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[killerpancakeburger]

Bluebeard's wife

SUMMARY: On a visit to your boyfriend, you end up having to deal with a creep on base, but Soap and Ghost's methods of resolving your problem are... far more drastic than yours.

PAIRING: Soap x f!Reader (and BFF!Ghost)

TAGS: Dark content, Badass!Reader, Established relationship, Dark! a bit yandere! Soap, Dark! a bit yandere! Ghost.

WARNINGS: Canon violence, blood mention, sexual harassment, insults. Soap and Ghost are acting creepy but not towards Reader.

WORDS COUNT: 1,1k words.

A/N: Was thinking about how high the risks of sexual assault are in the military for women + about how much the Task Force could get away with (Soap's mohawk is NOT standard issue lol), but it turned out kinda dark. Not my usual kind of content. This is my first time writting those characters, pls be indulgent.

Your elbow connects with the man’s nose with a satisfying crack.

Immediately he howls, pressing his broken nose with one hand, blood dripping between his fingers.

“FUCK! What the fuck! You broke my nose, you crazy bitch!”

This. This is why you didn’t want to meet the Task Force on base. There was always one brainless fucker who didn’t get the memo that, no, despite having breasts, you weren’t here as a comfort woman.

The private is glaring at you with a hatred as deep as it is sudden, one that screams murder.

The only good side of the situation is, with how loud he’s being, you won’t even need to call for help. Already most of the soldiers nearby are staring at you, muttering among themselves. Not that you can’t beat this guy up on your own, but the military tends to frown upon civilians roughing up their members, you learned it at your expense quite early. On the other hand, soldiers settling accounts between each other was… well, not exactly authorized, but it was way less trouble for you.

He grabs you by the collar, his rage only exacerbated by your composure. The action stains your clothing with his blood. You mentally grimace. You’re no stranger to blood, but the idea of this repulsive individual’s bodily fluids being anywhere on your person is disgusting. 

“Are you listening, you dumb bitch!? I’m gonna fucking kill-”

The venom-filled verbal onslaught stops dead as a hand takes hold of your assailant’s wrist.

“Now, now, at ease, soldier. Ya making a spectacle of yourself.”

The thickly accented voice of your boyfriend sends a wave of warmth in your chest. 

Your harasser hesitates a second too long, so Soap makes the decision for him, tightening his grasp until the soldier winces, and finally takes the hint, letting you go and taking a few steps backward. Johnny immediately positions himself between the two of you, shielding you.

He’s been smiling the whole time, but it’s the kind of dangerous smile you wear when you’re about to give an asshole a righteous beating.

The private looks partially sheepish, but not defeated, indignation burning in his eyes. He lets loose a torrent of justifications and excuses, actively painting you as the villain, not caring if he contradicts himself in the process. You don’t pay attention to the details of his speech. It’s always the same “she was asking for it” kind of diatribe. The fact that he sincerely believes that there’s a chance that Soap will take his side instead of yours is laughable, but not surprising. 

You wonder how long this will go on, until the private notices something next to you, and all blood seems to desert his face as his voice deserts his vocal cords. 

You turn your head and, to no surprise to you, Ghost is there. He stands so close to you that your arms are almost touching. Clothed entirely in black, which brings out the white skull on his mask, his presence is as menacing as ever; all he needs to do is scowl at lesser soldiers to make them cower in fear. He doesn’t look back at you, but his support for you is so obvious through the rest of his behavior that he doesn’t need to.

Soap takes advantage of the newfound silence to turn to you.

“Ya good, yeah?” He asks, cradling your cheek tenderly, and stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. 

The question is futile - if you were hurt, he would have noticed right away. But it’s still cute to see.

“Yeah. Not a scratch.” you smile.

“That’s my girl”, he smiles back. “So, what the bloody hell happened here?”

You glance at the private behind him. He’s shaking, and the look he sends you back is begging for mercy. Remembering the first words he addressed to you earlier, you realize you’re all out of mercy for today. Thus, with a sadistic little smile, you recount the events.

“This man came to me complaining that I was unfairly privileging Sergeant Mctavish and that he wanted his turn. Then when I explained that I wasn’t some kind of free-for-all buffet, he took it the wrong way and put his hands on me. That’s when I exploded his nose.”

By the time you finish your explanation, Soap’s expression has darkened considerably.

“I see.” is all that leaves his mouth. Anyone familiar with him would know that for him to start talking by monosyllables like Ghost, something must be very wrong.

Pivoting again, he faces the private and, as the latter opens his mouth to plead for forgiveness, punches him right in the face. Blood gushes, drops of it landing on his face. You mentally count until three, one for every blow, and when Soap still doesn’t stop punching, you frown, disturbed and worried by his conduct. He’s never been one to remain impassive in the face of injustice, easily riled-up even in critical situations and despite his superiors’ orders, but you’ve never seen him go this far. 

You’re about to intervene when Ghost beats you to it, putting a hand on his sergeant’s shoulder. That’s right. Ghost, the voice of reason, the paragon of self-control, their cold-hearted leader, will fix everything.

However when you hear the next words that leave his mouth, it’s like the world tilted on its axis.

“Not out in the open, Johnny.”

The words are whispered low enough that only Soap and you would have heard. They send a cold shiver down your spine. Rattled and unsettled in a way that they never made you feel before, you contemplate the situation in silent incredulity.

“Aye, L.T.”, replies Soap with an abnormally monotonous tone.

Before you can ask what the fuck is happening, he proceeds to punch the soldier so hard in the stomach that the latter collapses without a sound, except for the muffled noise of someone winded. The scene makes you increasingly uncomfortable. You feel like Bluebeard's newest wife, having stumbled upon the one room you were forbidden from entering, having witnessed something you weren't supposed to see, and now you can never go back to how things were before.

You counted on Soap and Ghost’s intervention, sure, but you expected them to put an end to the fight, maybe intimidate the guy a little, and ultimately end things here. You didn’t expect… whatever this is.

Staring in shock at the two Special Forces, you shake your head to get a grip and come closer.

“Alright guys, I think he’s had enough-”

Ghost interrupts you with a hand on your shoulder. The Ghost touching two people in less than five minutes? Yes, something’s seriously wrong. Looking at him, you try to convey urgency with your gaze…

“Simon, this isn’t-” 

…but his next words make you lose hope of winning this argument.

“Easy there, love. Johnny’s takin’ care of it, ya don’t need to worry ‘bout a thing.”

The next thing you know, he presses a hand against your lower back, making you leave the premises, completely ignoring the way you stare at him in utter disbelief… and growing apprehension. 

He had never called you “love” before.

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[dilatorywriting]

Congrats on the milestone! It's always a delight to see your stuff pop up on my dash ^.^ I'd love to see prompt 19 from the dialog that makes your reader swoon with the guy of your choice (smut welcome). Hope the bot infestation takes a chill pill!

Gender Neutral Reader x Vil Schoenheit Word Count: 1.7k

Prompt 19: "If you don’t stop looking at my lips without doing anything about it, I will take you right here on this counter."

🌶️ Warning for Mild Spice

[EVENT MASTERLIST]

Vil was drunk.

Or well, Vil was as inebriated as he would most likely ever allow himself to be in any sort of public setting to speak of. Which was still above and beyond what you had ever seen of him up to that point. Which was of course to say that he was still walking effortlessly in his sky-high heels and maintaining every bit of the decorum with which he so usually prided himself. The only reason you could tell the difference at all was because you knew this stupid man better than the back of your own hand. And the loose-limbed ease about him combined with the lolling smirk on his lips was as telltale of a sign as any. Not that you could blame him. Winning any award was certainly an honor. Beating out Neige Leblanche of all people would probably have had him drunk on success even without the literal booze to help him along.

He rolled the half-empty flute of bubbling champagne between his fingers and tipped it towards you like an offering.

“Care to try some?”

You huffed, far too fond to be properly exasperated. “At least one of us needs to be able to drive home.”

And your tolerance was, unfortunately, not great. At least, not for the horrifically potent nonsense that this magic-infused world called ‘wine.’ The last time you’d drank during one of these events you’d wound up nearly beating a rude reporter with his own camera, but thankfully had only had the coordination to call the prying ass all sorts of colorful and very impolite things. (‘Secretly fucking Neige Leblanche’ indeed. Vil hadn’t even asked his PR team to spin that one. Just loudly demanded that your indignation should speak for itself and that any such inquiries into your private affairs would be handled personally in the future.)

Vil snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’ll be calling for a car either way.”

He tilted the glass again, and you were forever grateful that he wasn’t a sloppy drunk. You didn’t care if he spilled booze all down your front and stained the stupid, too-expensive outfit he’d all but sewed you into, but the fussing that would ensue would be torturous.

“Just a sip,” he coaxed. “I promise you’ll like it.”

You scrunched up your nose and sighed, plucking the flute from his hand. You went to take a small sip and one of those perfectly painted nails reached up to tap irritably at the rim.

“What?” you frowned.

He turned the glass until the other curved side sat at your lips and gave another pointed tap tap tap.

“From here.”

You went nearly cross-eyed trying to stare down at the rim, and with a bit of determination were able to finally pick out the traces of an imprint from the actor’s otherwise impeccably maintained lipstick.

“Are you serious?” you snorted a laugh.

Those perfectly lined lips of his pursed into something that you would dare to call a pout.

“If you’re not going to let me kiss you in public, then you can at least give me this,” he huffed.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, lips still twitching far too much in amusement. “That was your rule. ‘For my privacy,’ you said.”

He waved you off with a scoff. “Please. That was only when we were keeping entirely out of the public eye. I could hardly complain about it now.”

Now, he said. Like he hadn’t graduated from NRC less than a year ago. Like your introduction into his world of stage lights and red carpets hadn’t all been meticulously curated and released only a month or so prior. You blinked, a bit owlishly. And then decided to indulge his petulance and took a neat, slow slip from right where he’d tapped. Vil was always honest, brutally so. He had no compunctions about telling you what he wanted, when he wanted it, and how it was going to happen. So it wasn’t like the touch of alcohol swimming through his system was going to make him more truthful, just… perhaps more loose with it, it seemed. Less manicured, in his speech.

The model looked endlessly pleased and reached out to snatch the glass back. He lifted it back to his own lips—carefully placed, just as he’d demanded of you—and took a long drag.

“There,” he grinned, all smug satisfaction. Like tricking you into an indirect kiss was any sort of accomplishment to begin with. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You were going to burst out laughing, and someone was going to get it on camera, and Vil’s stupid assistant would never let you live it down.

“I guess not,” you hummed. “How much longer, do you think. Until we can go home?”

Vil took another sip, drinking down the last drops of the sparkling concoction. He deposited the empty glass on a passing server’s tray and turned on you with a sharp smirk that was far too wide and far too wine-warm.

“That anxious to get me alone, darling?”

Oh he was really gone.

You grabbed his hand and hauled him towards a more secluded alcove. Because he hadn’t exactly shouted that, but enough curious heads had turned your way that you weren’t going to chance it. ‘Exclusive after party,’ your ass. No reporters didn’t mean no wandering eyes and ears. And he may have been punch drunk enough not to give two shits, but his PA would certainly make the two of you ‘care’ come morning.

“We’re in public,” you hissed, cheeks dark and ears warm. “Don’t say things like that!”

“Oh?” he crooned, stopping in his tracks. You gave another tug but it was useless. Stupidly towering height aside, Vil was all lean muscle and stubborn determination. If you were moving him at all, it was only because he was humoring you enough to step to your demands. “But that’s what you are, isn’t it?” He leaned forward and you could smell the pop of alcohol off his tongue. “Or at least, you certainly act the part of ravenous lover well enough.”

“Really,” you snapped, hushed. “If you’re going to be like this, do you have to use those stupid lines on top of it?”

“Stupid?” Vil frowned, and his fuzzy gaze focused into something sharp. “Your reactions don’t normally imply that those ‘lines’ leave much to be desired.”

You could feel your ears going hot as coals. “Yeah. Well. In the moment is a lot different from—we’re not talking about this right now!” you squawked. “Your assistant is going to kill me if she finds out I let anyone hear you like this.”

Vil snorted and pulled you the rest of the way into the alcove. “She would never. And besides, it’s my prerogative to say whatever I wish,” he finished on something that was nearly a pout. His lips pressed into a firm line, determined. “Should I try again then? If you thought that one was so stupid.”

“Vil—” you hissed.

“Hmm,” he mused, deliberate. And then, “How about this one, then. All of the accolades in the world couldn’t compare to the sound of my name, cried from your lips.”

You squeaked and ducked your head against his shoulder, fingers digging into the too-expensive fabric of his suit.

“No?” he cooed, a bit of that familiar, mocking, edge curling over the word. And you were left to wonder if he was really that drunk after all. “Let me try another. As much as I enjoy those cries, I think I like the whispers even more—every part of you of that whispers temptation,” he recited, far, far too warm, “as if the Gods made you just to ruin me.”

“Would you please just—” you squawked, mortified and melting from head to toe. You were about to remind him again, plead nearly, that they were still very much in public. But then a thought shot off in your head like a lightbulb clicking to life. “You like this,” you hissed at him, accusatory.

“Like what?” he droned, crowding you against the wall. It was dark in the little corner, quiet, but not nearly enough to blot out the low hum of conversations and clinking of glassware just a couple dozen feet away.

Vil dug his fingers into the fabric over your hips.

“It does have its appeal, doesn’t it?” he hummed against your neck and you could feel your blood buzzing beneath his curling lips. “No one to see you, certainly. But everyone will surely know,” he drawled. “That’s the world of show business, I’m afraid. All subtle implications, people whispering about us under their breath.” His hands twisted, bunching up the edges of the crinkling satin. “I’m sure even Neige will hear, eventually.”

“Is that it?” you hissed, biting back a horribly, high pitched little squeak. “You’re still mad at what that reporter said?”

“Of course not,” Vil said, with all the cadence of a well-seasoned liar. “The gossip mongering of one, moronic pest is hardly a problem.” He leaned closer, pushing a leg forward to slot between your. “But I have eyes, darling. And I can see that little rat’s lingering far too long where they shouldn’t.”

You reached up to slap a hand over your mouth and bite into your palm to quiet whatever embarrassing nonsense you would have tried to reply with. Or, well, if you’d managed to reply at all.

“I know you’re anxious to get home, darling,” he droned against your collarbone. You could smell the fizzy remnants of champagne all in your nose. “But this is my party, after all. We’ll have to wait to call for a car for at least another hour,” he apologized, not sounding particularly sorry at all. “That said,” he continued, grinding harder, “if you don’t stop looking at my lips like that without doing anything about it, I might just have to take you right here against the wall.”

A pause, as he canted his head. A soft mess of pale bangs falling over his lidded eyes.

“And there is a very lovely private changing room with a lock just down the hall.”

“…okay,” you squeaked, and Vil grinned—pulling back to wrap an arm around your waist and lead you along. Gait steady and composed as always, and just the barest hint of the wine-warmed-boldness curling over his lips.

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[dark-fics-4-you]

possible rafe request?! rafes gf makes him mad by being too friendly at an event w wards business partners so he fucks her at the event 😈

Golden Boy

Warnings: domestic violence, noncon, toxic relationship, jealousy,

You chuckled politely, trying not to glare at the thirty-something year old man in front of you. Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t help but put a little venom in your reply, “Well, I actually do have plans outside of my boyfriend. I’m going to college right now, and I’m actually in a paid internship that I got before Rafe and I met.”

The somewhat handsome, but definitely too old to be your type, business partner, whose name you had already forgotten, gave you an annoyed look, not expecting you to respond that way to his poorly hidden dig at you not belonging at this event.

It was true, in some ways. You were far from your side of the island, and no matter how much time you put into your make up and hair or the price tags of the many expensive clothes Rafe had bought you, the Kooks could always sniff out the people who grew up with nothing.

Before he could respond though, you heard your name being called from behind. Peering past the man in front of you, you could see your boyfriend waving at you to come over to him.

You didn’t even bother telling the asshole in front of you that you were exiting the conversation, you just did, quickly returning to Rafe’s side.

“Ugh perfect timing, that guy I was just talking to was a total jerk,” you whispered in his ear as you gave him a hug.

“Baby, didn’t I tell you to try to get along with these guys?” He seemed angry and you could tell that this event was already stressing him out a lot. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides and everything about him was somewhat jittery, like he wasn’t in his right mind.

“I mean, you know I need to look good in front of them while my Dad’s watching. It means a lot to him.” You looked into his eyes at his words and noticed two things. One, Rafe said it meant a lot to his dad, but you knew it was more about how how much it meant to him. And two, his pupils were much wider than they should have been.

Rafe had obviously done some coke before tonight, trying to calm his nerves and give him some confidence, but it was only doing the opposite.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to make you look bad, but I don’t think it’s fair that I can’t defend myself in front of the people here who are looking down on me.” You shot back at him, annoyed for more reasons than one. “I’m being polite to them, but it would probably be easier for me if you were by my side to stop them from being so rude to me.”

You lowered your voice before speaking again, “And also… I don’t think you should be doing so much coke right now.”

Rafe’s burning glare alone was enough to make you regret saying anything, the return of his tight grip on your arm was just a sick formality at this point, reminding you of the previous bruise he had left in that same spot that you had to cover with makeup for this event.

After being with your boyfriend for so long, you knew the lengths he would go to when he felt personally wronged.

You learned very early on that Rafe was never one to hold back on his verbal abuse, and his physical abuse was no different, although he always tried to keep both incredibly private due to the damage that could come to the Cameron name if it ever came out that Ward’s son, the golden boy, was hitting his girlfriend.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, Rafe. I just care for you, that’s all. I promise I’ll be polite to your dad’s friends.” Your meager apology seemed to be good enough for the moment, and your boyfriend gave you a silent nod after staring at you for several unnerving seconds.

“Be polite, don’t share your opinion, and just keep your mouth shut for the most part. Let them talk about themselves, and they’ll probably think it was the best conversation they’ve had all day.” Rafe grumbled, but his mood improved when he tilted your head up, pressing his lips to yours, large hand still resting under your chin. You kissed him back for what you thought was an appropriate amount of time, but when you tried to pull away, he held you in place, tightly wrapping an arm around your waist and forcing you to kiss him back.

By the time he released you, you pulled away to see several people staring at the two of you, and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Rafe was always doing things like that in public when he felt like other men were threatening your relationship, he always needed to prove himself and stake his claim on you. Let everyone there know that you belonged to him.

“Remember what I said sweetheart. Just try to act like you belong here.” He smirked at his obvious jab at the very thing you felt the most self conscious about right now, before he calmly turned heel, approaching another group of stuffy, rich assholes across the large room.

Your huff of frustration must have been loud enough to be heard by someone standing near you, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

To your surprise, when you turned around you were greeted by a man who looked to be about your age.

“You’re Y/N, right?” He held out his hand, which you grabbed, giving him a firm handshake, just like Rafe had taught you.

“Yes I am, although I’m not quite sure if we have met before?” You lightheartedly responded.

“Ah, my apologies, you haven’t, I’m James, I work with your boyfriend at Cameron Development. He’s honestly a blast,” the man, James apparently, chuckled as he recalled several stories of work assignments with Rafe. This led to the two of you exchanging several funny work and college tales.

Despite never having met James before, you felt an instant chemistry with him, nothing romantic at all, of course, but you found him very easy to talk to, and to your surprise, after glancing at your watch, you realized that the two of you had been chatting for nearly 25 minutes!

At this realization, your blood instantly ran cold. Where was Rafe? Why hadn’t he checked on you? Had he seen you talking to the same guy for nearly half an hour, clearly enjoying yourself the entire conversation?

As if he could tell that you were thinking of him, Rafe suddenly appeared several yards away from where your conversation with James was taking place. There was a scowl on his face, and you could tell by the way he was advancing on you that he was pissed.

“Hey, Y/N, why don’t I give you my number, just so you have it?” James innocently asked, completely unaware of the anxiety coursing through your veins and the fact that your boyfriend was in earshot, pushing through the small crowd behind him to reach you.

Before you could even open your mouth to politely decline, Rafe was speaking for you, “She’s not interested.”

You didn’t have time to say goodbye, because your boyfriend was dragging you away from your new friend, his grip harshly digging in to your bruised arm.

“What the fuck did I tell you, Y/N?” His voice was even and calculated, but he couldn’t hide the rage simmering beneath the surface.

“You told me to-”

“I told you to get along with them, not to try to get into their pants.” Rafe growled, pushing you into the closest room with a door he could find, which happened to be Ward’s office. You landed on the carpeted floor, wincing in pain when your elbow absorbed most of the fall.

“Rafe, I promise, I was just having a good conversation.” Your voice was beginning to waver, the weight of the situation that you had found yourself in was beginning to sink in. “He’s your coworker, is it so wrong that I talked to him?”

“Stop lying! I know what I saw! You would have to be an idiot to not realize that he’s trying to fuck you too.” You would have been worried that someone could hear your boyfriend berating you, had it not been for the music playing throughout the house, and the thick walls of Ward’s study.

You realized how sad it was that you only knew that because Rafe had now loudly hurled insults at you in every room in the house he could at this point.

The blond stalked towards you, grabbing you by the wrist and yanking you upright. “I mean, did you seriously think I wouldn’t notice? You think that little of me, Y/N?”

“Rafe no, I-”

You felt the air in your lungs disappear as your head snapped to the side, a sharp pain in your cheek blossoming across the now reddened skin.

“You don’t get to talk back to me right now!” Your boyfriend yelled in your face. You had barely processed his slap when you felt him moving you again, although now you felt much more numb.

Numb to Rafe roughly manhandling you before he bent you over his father’s desk, numb to the feeling of the cold, hard wood on your face as Rafe held you down, numb to the feeling of him pushing your fancy dress up and rudely yanking down your panties before harshly pushing two fingers inside you, and numb to the tears that were now spilling onto Ward’s desk.

“Such a fucking slut! You’re soaked,” he darkly chuckled, but there was no hint of humor in his voice. “Is this all for me, or is it for James?” He bitterly wondered aloud, and when you didn’t give him a response fast enough, you cried out at the feeling of him smacking your ass.

“F-for you, Rafe,” you choked out through your tears.

You could hear him removing his belt, the sound of it hitting the floor was enough to trigger your body to begin quaking with fear and anxiety.

“Aw baby,” he cooed, and you flinched when you felt his fingers in your hair, lightly brushing some of it out of your eyes so he could look at you. “Don’t act so scared. I promise I’m not going to hurt you. Well, at least, not until after the party’s over.”

His laughter made you feel sick, but even worse was the shock you felt when Rafe spread your pussy and sheathed himself inside of you without warning.

You saw stars for a few moments, the surprise catching you off guard and he was able to slide deeper into your tight walls.

“Rafe!” You gasped, unable to fight back, as your arms were pinned beneath you, and your boyfriend’s large chest prevented you from moving.

His fingers tangled into your hair, gripping a handful tightly as he pushed your face into the desk. His hips were snapping against your ass, fucking you harder whenever you futilely tried to break from his hold.

Every time you tried to escape mentally, to tear yourself from the reality of what your boyfriend was doing to you, he brought you back, snapping his fingers or groaning your name into your ear as he forced himself deeper into your wet cunt.

You were sure that your hips would be bruised from bumping into Ward’s desk as Rafe fucked you against your will. Another reminder of all the lessons he insisted that he had to teach you by force.

Every sharp thrust was a warning that this was him holding back. This was him being nice. And you knew better than to further aggravate Rafe when he was on a power trip.

And that was exactly what this was all about. The power and privilege that Rafe held over you, that he used to hurt you time and time again, without ever facing any real consequences. This was about reminding you that you belonged to him and at the end of the day, Rafe Cameron was untouchable and unstoppable, the Kook King, the golden boy of one of the richest families in the Outer Banks.

“You are my girlfriend, Y/N,” Rafe growled. “It’s time you started fucking acting like it.”

#rafe cameron #dark!rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron noncon #dark rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut

[prettyboykatsuki]

picket fence | i. sae

✭ tags ; fem + afab!reader (sae jokingly refers to you as unladylike), established relationship, sae is whipped and bad at feelings, reader is very secure in themselves, p in v, very vanilla, 18+

✭ wc ; 2.2k

✭ a/n ; experiencing immense shame. will not be taking questions at this time

✭ synopsis ; you fail to seduce you boyfriend. he wonders if you’ll ever get that you dont need to try

"I'm trying to seduce you," Your voice is sarcastic as it is genuine in equal parts. Sae's expression remains impassive "Can't you at least pretend to care?"

"No," He replies back. You pout and cross your arms. Fake demure abandoned for your difficult personality, you flounce into the living room with a sigh. You're wearing lingerie. It's all lace and sheer and glittery. Not simple to put on from what he can see.

There's garters and stockings visible to the eye and you went as far as wearing the jersey he got for you in his size - cut in half to show you off. It's an admirable attempt, at least. You give him a twirl, gesturing to yourself and then groaning at his disinterest.

He smiles, corners of his lips twitched upwards as he glances at you then turns back to the T.V.

"I can't even get a compliment? Not even a fake one? C'mon,"

He gives you a look, wondering why you've even asked. You sigh, throwing your hands up in the air.

"Most guys would be thrilled by this. Do you know that? I bet Shidou would be,"

"Shidou would fuck anything warm with a hole." He says sarcastically. Even in your annoyance, you laugh. Sae smiles to himself.

"I bet Rin would give me attention," You whine.Sae looks at you seriously.

"Don't joke about fucking my little brother,"

"Who said I was joking, dickwad," You spit, your personality returning to you in the blink of an eye. Sae gives you an unimpressed look "Whatever. I'm gonna go take pictures."

"Pictures?" He inquires. You shoot him a look of annoyance.

"Yes, pictures, Itoshi-san," You say, biting and frustrated - punctuating the honorific "Pictures."

"For who?"

You frown at him.

"Well, certainly not for you." You reply, hand on your hip "For me and whatever friend will hype me up. My private story, who knows, really."

"Don't do that."

"I put too much effort into this. I'm getting some pictures in it." There's a tinge of disappointment at the end of your words, followed by the utmost sincerity "I won't send it to any dudes so you can relax or whatever. I get to pick dinner."

"Hey," He calls, then huffs as you give him a look "Stop. Come here."

Sae watches you tilt your head, confused. You're annoyed, but not upset enough to make it a big deal. You always make it clear that you expect little from Sae. The longer he dates you, the more it annoys him. It's contradictory in it's own right, hypocritical to an extent.

But he doesn't particularly care as you stand next to him, arms crossed over your chest.

"Hm?"

He reaches his hands towards you, fidgeting with the strap of your garters. The warmth of your skin radiates off of you. You smell nice, like something fruity and floral - and you're all visibly done up. He only notices when there's this much space between you.

"How much was this?"

"Expensive," You reply, simple and indifferent "I bought it."

"For me?"

Where he's expecting your usual self (sarcastic, unladylike, rude), you slink back at the question. You're embarrassed, tucking your chin and trying desperately to get a read on his feelings. A sensation he can't describe washes over him, half-way between guilt and amusement.

"Yeah. Who else?"

"Rin," He replies back easily, and you sigh.

"I'm sorry. Just jokes," You say, light-hearted. Gentle in your own way "Are you done? Or are you asking so you can pay me back since you foiled my plans?"

"You look good." He murmurs gently. Softly, quietly, with as little sarcasm as he can manage. It's uncomfortable. The words don't fit in his mouth the way they should. It's not like he's thinking anything else. You do look good. And he does know, that most guys would be thrilled if their partners put on such a get-up for them.

Sae knows it almost intimately that half of his meathead teammates would cream their pants looking at you. Because he's not blind or stupid. It doesn't mean anything to Sae except for when it does.

"You don't have to try so hard," You offer again. That's so like you. No expectations, always prepared to give him ease where he doesn't deserve it "'s fine. Thanks for saying that. I'll go change and we can watch something."

"No," He says, shaking his head. A little gentler this time "C'mere."

A flush spreads over you. He invites you into the bed and you crawl towards him, settled in his lap. He doesn't know what to do with himself.

It's not like he doesn't like it. That he's unaffected. It's just not the clothing itself. Not the lingerie or the jersey which construct themselves as just objects. Sae's desires are the way you linger in the doorway of your shared bedroom - the twirling and posing and dramatics.

The soft laughter and the brave face you put on to walk into the door. The lingerie is pretty. It cups you, hugs you in the right places. Dips between the curve of your breasts and squeezes.

None of that is particular important. Right now, you've let yourself settle in his lap. Your arms around his frame, encircled around his neck and forgiving. He can feel the heat of your core over his cock, can feel the way your eyes flit to his lips up to his gaze. Sae secures his hands on your waist, fingers hooking into a strap and snapping it against your skin.

He kisses your jaw, all the way up until you your lips hover near each other. You press your lips to his, hands brushing the nape of his hair. He deepens it just for you.

"What was'at for? You wanna have sex?"

He laughs at you. Stupid. Crass. Vulgar.

Cute.

"Do you think I'm a eunuch?"

"You act like one sometimes." You admit, with a heaving sigh - brushing your nose against his "Dunno. I feel like I want you more than you want me."

"You're really stupid."

"Sae," You pout like you don't think you'll get your way, even though you always do "You suck."

He's honest with himself for a minute "I know."

"I still love you, though."

"I love you too." He means it. For some reason it's not as hard to say. Love is an objective truth. He can say it reasonably and not flinch. Everything else is hard. You rub your cheek against his, an affectionate and overgrown housecat in his bed.

"Mm," You cling to him, hugging him to your chest "But do you like me?"

"Sometimes."

"So mean." You say with no malice "I don't wanna do any work."

"'s fine. C'mere."

Sae helps as he flips over, until you're onto your back. There's a dull glow from the T.V. illuminating you. Rain pours outside, dark and cloudy. You bat your lashes as Sae hovers over you. His hand grasps your hip, sliding up to your knee as you wrap your legs all the way around his waist.

He kisses you tenderly. You kiss back with a mewl, an innocent and fragile noise that he never gets sick of. It's this part of you Sae likes, this part that makes you want him. Despite all of your grievances and annoyance - all your unpleasantires, you are resilient in a way he has a hard time understanding.

You’re patient, despite him. Always meeting him where he is but making him want to give you more, give you everything. There's plenty of attractive people in the world. None could be you, his home-grown and lovesick toothache.

It makes him feel impatient. Breaks his cool bravado down so slightly. He kisses you again, all deep tongue until you whimper. Then he drags his lips down your neck, teeth grazing your pulse as you hiccup.

You break apart so Sae can undress you. Wiggling out of the jersey, lettng him unclasp your bra. He feels his stomach twist. You're enticing. The gentle heave of your chest, goosebumps on your skin. Sae lets his mouth speak for him, laving his tongue over each of your tits. Toying with your nipples until you gasp and roll your hips up against him.

"Sae," You moan. Sae grunts in the back of his throat "Feels good."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

The posession that settles in him his strange. He's never felt for anything in this way. Soccer is different. It can't leave. If he works hard enough, he can accomplish his goals.

The idea of you going somewhere Sae can't see you is troubling. Anyone seeing you like this - falling apart as arousal sparks in your gut is agitating. Sae wants you like this. Wants you to fall apart underneath him, because of him. It's all he can do to tell you the extent of his feelings.

He touches you until you're begging him to hurry it up, too much pleasure in your voice to be intimidating. He listens. Continues to toy with your chest as he nudges your legs apart, a hand in your panties to feel you.

You're dripping, keening as he rubs your pussy. He lets himself in slowly, rubbing your clit with his middle finger before angling himself lower. Normally there's more of a build-up. Sae works all of you open slowly. With his tongue or his fingers or his mouth.

He likes seeing you need it. What part of him that speaks too, he doesn't examine. Today, it feels like the roles are inverse. He can feel all the blood rushing to his cock. His thoughts bombarded with you and all your little misgivings.

Today it's more impatient. He finger fucks you open with an end goal clear in his mind. You spread your legs a little, and Sae pushes his middle finger into in one go. There's little resistance. You're wet and welcoming, sighing so sweet in his ear until it's easy to go in and out.

"C'mon and fuck me." You open your eyes to ask him, glassy and desperate "Please?"

"You're so impatient."

"Wanna know you want me."

"You should already know that."

Sae pulls away from you, standing on his knees.

"Open your mouth."

You nod. He lets his middle fingers rest on your tongue as he uses his free hand to position you. His cock rests against your bare cunt. He pushes between your folds, head nudging your clit. You feel good. Always perfect. Always wet and hot and inviting.

He ruts his hips. You whine for him, sounding so need. A staccato to your moans that makes him ache.

"You should know how much I want you, shouldn't you," He says, a hint of frustration in it "Everybody but you seems to."

Sae pushes into you with a heave. You're tight. Warm and wet and slick - made for him just like he always knew. He groans a little as he pushes the tip in. His hands come up under your knees, folding you in half. He waits for you to stop squirming, rocking himself slowly so that it's easier to fit all of him inside.

With a little effort, he manages. His pelvis up against yours, he gets himself close to you. You moan and he gives you look.

"You don't have to do anything special for me to fuck you like this," He says. It's easy to be honest now "Anything you do is enough."

"I just wanna look nice for you." You complain - so breathless and so struck with want Sae can't even be upset.

"I know. And you do," He grunts as he pulls his hips back, pulling out before pushing all the way back in "I don't hate it. Just for me, okay?"

"You're so bad at bein' honest."

"I'm being honest right now," Sae fucks you hard. A punctuated thrust, hand snaked between your bodies to toy with your clit "Read between the lines."

If Sae were better he'd say what he thinks. That it doesn't matter what clothes you have on because he wants to fuck you within an inch of your life for much less. You do look good in the lingerie, too good, and if you send any pictures to anyone - he's going to block them. One of these days he'll be courageous and make you cum while you wear his jersery. Bounce you on his cock and whisper about what you make him do. It’s unlike him. He doesn’t get it either.

He can't verbalize all of that well, so he takes to what he knows. Takes to using his hips to fuck you hard and fast, rhythmic and deep so you can't keep up. He hopes all of it comes through, that short whispers of “fuck, that's it” do enough to get it to come across.

Sae looks on as your face twists with pleasure. Your walls twitch and you shiver in his arms, nails in his bicep as he plays with you. Fucks you to his hearts content. Your legs over his shoulder, toes curled. Your muscles tense.

"Sae, g-gonna, I'm gonna c-cum."

"Cum for me." He whispers (begs if you listen closely) and you do. You're vibrant and wanton and you've still got your stockings on as your pussy pulses needlessly, arousal dripping down his length and onto the sheets underneath you. Leaving a mess of you on the sheets.

He's not done with you yet, but he slows so you can catch your breath. You open your eyes and giggle.

"You make me feel so good." You praise, easily and naturally like you do everything else. He groans internally, at a loss for words.

Instead of saying anything, he presses a kiss to your hairline and promises.

"Gonna keep going till you get it."

You grin.

"I’ll hold you to that, sir.”

#writing tag #sae x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae smut #bluelock x reader #bluelock smut #wow i am immensely ashamed

[scarletwinterxx]

got me confused, got me satisfied - jaehyun imagine

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"What do you give a man who has everything?"

"For Jaehyun? Damn girl, i don't know. What about a good dicking down" Joy says nonchanlantly like you're not having brunch at the moment.

"Sounds tempting" you mumble

"Your presence is a present enough, if he don't want that then I know a list of guys ready to take his place"

You chuckle at your friends words, "I like him though, I like his face, I like his hugs, I like that he likes me"

"You like all of him, it's not so bad too that his secret dream is to be a sugardaddy. Specifically yours"

"That doesn't make me a sugarbaby... does it?" you look over at her

"Girl, you are the definition of a sugarbaby, the lavish dates, the expensive gifts, out of town trips on his private yatch? what would you call that then?" Joy asks back

That got you quiet. Thinking about what you would call your relationship with Jaehyun.

You don't like being confused, it frustrates you. He frustrates you but there's no other man you would run to but him. No man can make you think like him. Here you are slowly losing your mind over finding a simple gift for him.

Smirking as an idea pop in your mind, "I think I got it" you mumble. Getting your bag to go the the mall and get what you need

"Where are you going?!" Joy shouts

"I'm going to make a man cry tonight, see you at the party" you shout back as you walk across the street, Joy just chuckles after you. Whatever it was you had planned, Jaehyun is definitely in for a surprise.

A few swipes of your card, and a couple of hours getting ready you finally make your way to the party. It was already packed by the time you got there, some faces you recognize but more you've never met before. Probably just here to have a good time.

You easily spot Joy amongst the crowd, happily belting out the song with a very drunk looking Jungwoo.

"You're hereeeee" she squeals when she spots you, pulling you by the arm and making you do a quick spin. Your little black dress and the cute matching black ribbon on your hair,

"You look hot babe! Is this Jaehyun's gift tonight?" she teases you, pulling playfully on the ribbon. She's not far off if you're being honest. Shrugging at her question teasingly, you excuse yourself to find the man of the hour.

He wasn't on the dance floor, in the main room or outside. You do find Yuta while you trying to find Jaehyun.

"Here for the birthday boy?" he asks, a beer in hand

"Yep, have you seen him?"

"He's been sulking all night, Joy and Jungwoo kept saying you weren't coming cause you were out on a date" he laughs

"They're evil, it's his birthday" you joke, laughing along with him.

"Go find your boyfriend before he finds you here, don't forget to use protection this house isn't baby proofed!" he shouts, earning a few glances but you pay no attention to them. Making your way back inside the house, you finally see the familiar tuff of dark hair, fair skin and those arms you loved having wrapped around you.

Confidently making your way over to him, he's still looking at the other side of the room where the door was. Like he was waiting for someone to walk through at any moment,

"Waiting for someone?" you ask, catching his attention

He turns his head so fast, you let out a giggle. At that moment Jaehyun didn't care if he looked like he cared too much. He didn't care if his friends were teasing him all night saying shit like you went out on a date and found someone better.

Who the fuck is better. He thought to himself earlier.

This arrangement he has with you is definitely a confusing one, but for you he'd ignore all the warning signs. Heck you could've been the biggest red flag and he'd still happily chase after you like a mad bull.

It's not like you're leading him on, he knows you like him. And he likes you. The two of you like the way you are right now, not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend but you do all the things that comes with being in a relationship. From the cute nicknames, to him driving you anywhere and everywhere, even having weekly movie nights in his room or yours (depends if all the guys are home). No man knows your body the way he does. And if he's completely honest, he would like to keep it that way.

In a way the two of you are lowkey, but nothing about the way you scream his name some nights says lowkey AT ALL.

You catch the way his face lights up, fighting the smile instead showing you a smirk. But you know him enough, he's happy you're here. You're happy you're here.

His eyes rakes over your body, head to toe. He tucks a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, "You look cute" he tells you, noting your wearing that damn ribbon he loves seeing on you. It makes you look innocent but he knows you well enough.

"Happy birthday" you tell him, throwing your arms around his neck to intertwine them. Dragging your nose along his jaw, kissing the shell of his ear knowing exactly what it'll do to him.

You smile when you pull back and see his ears turning red. A rather unimpressed look on his face, you want nothing but to kiss him but you hold back. For now.

"Thought you weren't going to make it" He tries to act nonchalant but his body was on autopilot. His arms are already around your waist, pulling you so close leaving no space between your bodies. If it was up to him, there's still too many places he's not close enough.

For example he wanted to just bury his face on your neck and mark you up for the world to see, let them wonder just who did that to you. He wanted to have your legs wrapped around him, like vice grips every time he pleases you.

"And you look like you're thinking about something else" you tease him, "I got you something" you add

"Told you, you didn't have to get me anything" he mumbles but you just shake your head at him

"Shhh, just this once let me buy you something. Tomorrow you can go back to living your dream of being my sugardaddy"

"Call me that again, I'm carrying you out of this kitchen and go upstairs" he tells you, leaning closer to you until your lips were centimeters away.

"Okay, daddy" you smirk, feeling his arms tighten around you before he lets you go. Confusion written across your face before you see him crouching down, feeling his hands behind your knees he throws you over his shoulder as gently as he could. One hand on your legs holding you while the other hand rest right were your dress stops.

"Hey! You guys! Come back here, we're doing shots" you hear Jungwoo scream but Jaehyun paid him no mind. It's like he's a man on a mission. Mission to ruin you.

He walks down the familiar hallway until he reaches the last door, punching in the code before walking inside. He doesn't let you down, again gently throwing you on his bed.

You laugh, like literally laugh out loud. Jaehyun watches you carefully, waiting for you to say something. He knows you know exactly how to rile him up.

"Now that I got you here, time for your present" you tell him, standing up to get a small paper bag on his table. You probably put it there before finding him downstairs earlier.

"Was this your masterplan?" he asks you

"Kinda, I have a few more lines to use but either way they will all end up with us locked here in your room" you giggle, how can you sound so angelic yet so devilish he will never understand.

"Here, even if you don't like it just pretend you do. For me" you tell him jokingly, taking the bag from you he opens it up to see a box. Inside it was a simple chain necklace. Anything from you is a prized possession to him.

That mug you made him on your second date? his favorite to have his coffee in the morning.

That tshirt you bought him because it had peaches all over it? his favorite shirt to wear at home.

That candle you bought for him to use in his room? still sitting on his bedside table, lighting it whenever you're over or when he misses you.

"Your style right?"

"You saw me looking at this when we went to the mall, was that why you told me not to buy it?" he asks, taking it out of the box to put it on. You watch happily as he finishes putting it on.

And god damn you were right, he looked good wearing it.

If taking gifts makes you this happy maybe, just maybe, he'll let you shop for him more. But in this relationship, he likes spending more on you. From dinners to quick coffee runs to shopping sprees, he's always the one to swipe his black card. He's so damn hot while doing it, you thought.

"Just imagined that hanging over my face, I had to buy it" He chuckles at your reasoning. You saying that so casually as if it was a very normal scenario.

"Is this a gift for me or for you?" he raises a brow at you, he does love the gift. He loves it even more now knowing why you bought it. He already know how this night will end up, making mental note to make that imagination of yours into reality.

"Well that's first part of your gift, close your eyes"

You wait for him to do so, guiding him to sit on his bed. He hears some rustling, tempted to take a peak but he knows you'll scold him.

After a few moment he feels your hands holding his arms, guiding him to stand again. "Keep them closed until I tell you to open okay, I'm serious Jae"

He chuckles when he hears the nickname, it always sounds so cute when it comes from you.

"Okay now open" you tell him.

And when he did, his jaw nearly dropped on the floor. Cute is not the word to describe you right now. Divine, heavenly maybe because he's about to take all his time to worship you.

He should've known there was a reason you wore that damn ribbon. He loved seeing you with it, he knows you know he loves it.

And now here you are, on his bed with nothing but that black silk ribbon in your hair. He will never look at it the same again, he might just end up with a boner everytime he sees you with it.

"You don't like your gift?" tilting your head to the side, hooking your foot around his leg to pull him closer.

"Goddamit, woman. Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" he breathes out, leaning down so he's face to face with you. Your arms automatically going around him, he can feel you warmth against him.

Is it because he's still all dressed up that why the room just got hotter or because the girl of his dream and reality is lying naked underneath him?

The latter. Definitely the latter.

"Satisfied with your second gift?" you ask him, leaving a trail of kisses from him jaw down his neck then back up until your noses were touching.

"If you wanted this damn necklace hanging over you that much, all you had to do was ask" he teases you, you can feel his hand on your body. It feels like he's leaving a trail of fire with the way your body is burning.

"This is a bad idea, now every time I see you with that necklace I'm afraid I'm going to jump you" he chuckles, finally leaning further down to capture your lips with his. Getting lost in each others kisses, at first you tried to fight for some control but Jaehyun is never one to back down. Not when it comes to you.

That got you giving up, like you always do, letting him explore all there is to explore. It wasn't new to you or him, but his kisses still felt like a man chasing after air.

When the two of you broke apart, you can see already how swollen his lips are. And the two of you haven't even started yet.

"You know what's a worse idea? that ribbon. Now everytime I see you wearing that, this is exactly where you'll end up"

You chuckle, pulling him down for another heated kiss, "Then plan succeeded"

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[sourlove]

Wedding Crasher ~ Part II of 'Street Rat' YANDERE BAKUGO KATSUKI

TW: OBSESSION, KIDNAPPING, MURDER, VIOLENCE, GORE, YANDERE THEMES

A/N: This was in very high demand so I hope you guys enjoy! Thanks for all the support xxx

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(Female Reader)

One cold, dark evening, Bakugo Katsuki walked away from the store you worked at and never came back.

Part of you couldn't care less. Another annoyingly persistent part of you cared far too much. It didn't make sense to you. Katsuki was nothing, and yet you still found yourself searching for those scarlet eyes in a crowd. The eyes that never drifted away as if they were anchored on your visage. Sometimes, in the quiet of your mind, you wondered if anybody would ever look at you like that again.

"Y/N, smile!"

Your cheeks hurt as your lips pulled into a wide grin. When you thought back on it, agreeing to marry the first wealthy man that asked might not have been the best idea.

"You lucky bastard!" One of Yuto's drunk friends laughed loudly, as he slung an arm around you carelessly. His breath stunk with expensive alcohol when he leaned in too close to you. "How did you end up pulling a girl like this when you look like that?"

The group laughed at that and you tittered along dutifully. Yuto smirked. "Laugh all you want but she was all over me from the start."

His friend (what was his name again?) groaned dramatically and your resisted the urge to push him off. Just a few more hours, you thought, and we can go home.

"Come on man, just tell us what you did!"

Yuto shrugged and sipped his drink. "You know girls like her. All they need to see is you throwing some money around and they practically throw themselves at you."

Everyone laughed again, voicing their agreement as if you weren't standing there, still smiling like a fool. It was true that Yuto and his friends were in a much higher tax bracket than you but it wasn't like he thought you were some kind of gold-digger.

...right?

The drunkard, whose name you still couldn't recall, leered down at you, bony fingers digging into your hip. "So she's that kind of girl huh?" His breath reeked. "Tell you what, I've got a five dollar bill, do ya think she'll let me get lucky tonight?"

This time, the only people that laughed were Yuto and his smelly little friend, though by the way his hand kept creeping downwards, you could tell it wasn't a joke. The crowd sort of chuckled awkwardly, many of them glancing at you, and you realized you had stopped smiling for the first time since morning.

Kenji. You remembered his name now. When you looked at him, all you could see was your reflection in the display area of the shop, looking down with a pompous, self-satisfied smirk. As if you were untouchable. The only difference was that you were the one being looked down on. The same way you looked down on Katsuki.

Kenji was still laughing when you swung, fist hitting his throat dead on. You watched impassively as he choked and coughed, eyes bulging nearly out of his sockets. Someone screamed and the creep gaped at you, holding his throat. You hoped it would bruise.

"Your breath fucking stinks," you hissed, just as Yuto pulled you away into the garden, away from the wedding reception. You stumbled and tripped but your husband's harsh grip on your arm kept you moving, deeper and deeper into the dark garden maze. The thought of a steamy escapade in the dark of night would have been promising any other time. But not this time.

You expected Yuto to be angry but you didn't expect him to slap you across the face. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Do you know who you just hit right now?!"

"I could ask you the same."

The sudden voice made both of you jump. What you thought was a shadow shifted, revealing a large, broad frame of a man. He towered over Yuto, who was fairly tall, to his credit, but you could barely make out any features other than his light colored hair.

"And who the fuck are you?" Yuto snarled. "This is a private garden!"

The figure didn't move but Yuto surged forward, perhaps in some convoluted attempt to seem threatening. You wanted to tell him to stop, that something felt dangerous about this man but the stranger beat you to it.

There was a loud crack and you gasped when Yuto fell, struck down by the stranger's weapon. He stepped closer and a beam of moonlight fell over his face, highlighting chiseled yet familiar features. Your breath halted in your chest.

Bakugo Katsuki squatted down and fisted Yuto's hair, dragging him up to face level. "I asked you, do you know who you just hit?" The bat he used was covered in nails and a dark red substance you figured was blood, part of which was flowing from your husband's head.

"P-please," he stammered, all bravado gone. "I didn't d-do anything..."

A scowl marred Bakugo's features and he released Yuto's head, standing up. "Wrong answer, asshole." The spiked bat curved in a powerful arc in the sky before landing on Yuto's face. Again and again and again until he stopped screaming and only gurgled noises came from the mess of blood and flesh that used to be a human face.

You were paralyzed with fear, from the beginning of the assault until Bakugo finally locked eyes with you. Your knees gave way and you slumped to the ground, tears spilling uncontrollably. "Oh god, oh god, p-please- don't kill me...!"

Those eyes, those terrible scarlet eyes that you had stared down at from your pedestal, darkened. "Y/N..."

He recognized you. You sobbed and curled up protectively. "Please I'm sorry, please j-just don't kill me, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, I-"

This was it, the moment he would take his revenge on you for all those years of dismissal and mockery. Bakugo frowned and moved towards you but you immediately scrambled up, intending to run further into the garden. You had to at least try to get away.

But Bakugo was much faster and stronger than the scrawny kid you remembered. You barely took two steps before he had caught you, hooking a thick arm around your neck despite your screams and struggles.

"Don't worry, baby, everything will be okay once I take you home."

Darkness creeped into your vision and the last thing you saw was the scarlet blood on your dress that only reminded you of those terrible, terrible eyes.

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Obey Me! Love Languages (+Side Characters)

(CW!): Yandere-ish behavior in the Levi, Diavolo, and Belphie sections. Diavolo is the worst out of the three.

Lucifer:

Nothing makes Lucifer much happier than simply spending time alone together, especially in bed.

(He practically jumps you every Devilgram I swear.)

He's more than willing to keep chaste if that's what you prefer though. Lucifer cherishes any and all time you spend with him.

He prefers to go somewhere private with you, where he can let his guard down completely and tell you exactly how much he appreciates you, but he enjoys calmer, more "mature" dates as well.

You don't even have to talk to each other, simply spending time together makes his (shriveled, blackened) heart swell and tension ease.

Although if you'd like to completely remove his tension…

(Have I mentioned that this man is even more desperate than Mammon and Asmo combined? Give this ancient babygirl a hug and a back massage.)

You may or may not be as busy as he is, but he still sees you being willing to spend what little time you both have together as a big gesture.

It certainly is for him at least, as he's far too busy to entertain someone he doesn't truly care for.

It may sound odd coming from an effectively "ageless" being, but time is honestly his most limited resource.

Lucifer's too much of a perfectionist and control freak to let you do anything big, but he deeply appreciates anything you do to make his life easier.

Even something as small as bringing him breathtakingly bitter hell coffee or a pen he forgot brightens his day considerably.

Of course, being the Avatar of Pride, he's more than happy to receive any and all compliments you give him.

They're not exactly uncommon, but he feels they sound so much sweeter coming from your lips.

(Lips he would love to kiss if you'd just let him…)

You know you've made it when Lucifer allows you to see his vulnerable side and trusts you enough to ask for help with the more serious, complicated tasks.

Something no other human, demon, or angel, will likely ever have the privilege of experiencing.

Mammon:

It's canonically stated that whoever he loves is showered in riches, and I don't believe it's just from his latent power.

What better way for the avatar of greed to show he loves you than to be selfless and give you what's his?

Anything that reminds him of you is already in his hands before he can even think about it, paid for or not.

It can be something as simple as a pretty flower or a giant piece of furniture he thinks you'll look great relaxing in.

It's a shame it won't fit in your room, but that just means you'll have to come visit him in his more often. He totally didn't plan that though! (You know he did.)

He's also a huge showboat and always tries to go for the most extravagant options even if it doesn't actually add anything either of y'all would like.

Mammon was already pretty horrible at budgeting, but after becoming infatuated with you it's almost like he's actively trying to get into a ridiculous amount of debt with everyone.

It's only because he desperately wants to impress you and show how much you mean to him, by any and all means possible.

Of course Mammon would love to receive some gifts in turn, but I feel like, unless they were homemade or otherwise really special, he'd start to take it for granted and complain when it's not expensive enough.

It's not that he means to take advantage of you or doesn't appreciate it, but he is the Avatar of Greed after all, and you're feeding into it.

What really makes him feel loved is when you defend him publicly and happily turn down the others to spend more time with him.

He doesn't mean it in a nasty way unlike some demons, *cough* *cough* Levi & Belphie, but the way his brothers have treated him has worn on him a bit.

You know you've made it when Mammon finally feels secure enough to say he loves you with zero hesitation.

Alone, in front of his brothers, even in front of Simeon and Diavolo and the others. He'll scream it from the rooftops if you want him to.

Leviathan:

Leviathan is actually very generous. He's offered to buy things for his brothers and MC surprisingly often.

It makes sense in a way, as he doesn't really have to do much to maintain it. He can just drop the gift and run when he's nervous, rather than having to stay still while holding your hand or possibly tripping over his words and getting rejected when he tries to say something nice.

I bet he feels as though even if someone didn't like him they would at least like the gift, and then maybe they'll eventually like the source of all the gifts as well.

I could definitely see Levi trying to "buy" your love even if he doesn't realize it.

He's also very helpful when he wants to be, Satan even listed him as his most reliable brother.

It makes him feel good to do things for other people and again, he feels like maybe people will like what he does for them even if they don't like him the same way.

It's not as though he hates compliments and any other loving comments, but he's never really going to believe them until you've already "proven it" through your other actions.

If anything it has a very high chance of backfiring if that's your main way of showing affection, especially if you're a kind person in general.

Levi has got a nasty habit of twisting everyone's words against them and he's not gonna kick it anytime soon, regardless of any reassurance you give him.

His insecurities are far too deeply rooted and connected to his very existence as the Avatar of Envy to be soothed so easily.

Even gifts are a much better way into his heart, if you take the time to research his collection and support his hobbies that is.

Not only did you take the time to listen to what he says, but you spent all that time and effort tracking it down, waiting in line, or staying at the website refreshing repeatedly until you could buy it.

It shows him you're fully supportive and not embarrassed to be seen as a "weeb." That you won't pretend to not know him in public when he freaks out the latest Ruri-chan merch and proudly displays it on his person.

What really makes Leviathan believe you love him is getting jealous over him and turning down the others to be with him.

Especially if you made plans with them first and then ditched them for Levi when he threw a fit.

It's very mean-spirited, unlike Mammon who mostly wants reassurance. As Leviathan actually wants to feel them hurting, but again, he's a demon and The Avatar of Envy at that. Take the most jealous, unreasonable, and controlling person you know and multiple it by a thousand. That's what he has to deal with in his head 24/7, and though he does a very admirable job of keeping them as thoughts rather than actions, it's still a very heavy strain and things do slip out.

Levi will end up throwing a fit if you try to restrict his Ruri or TSL time out of jealousy, but any H-games and etc. are fair game so long as you promise to pick up the slack.

He'll even stop going to idol meet and greets for you, but it's only fair you start restricting your time with other people (including his brothers) in return, right? Right?

…Yeah, good luck handling that.

You know you've made it when Leviathan feels confident enough to regularly initiate physical contact and casually ask for your time and affection.

It's not that he doesn't like it, he's completely touch starved and has been fantasizing about initiating for a while, it's that he's completely sure he'll be rejected or mess it up somehow.

Or that it'll become overstimulating and he'll hurt your feelings by abruptly breaking it off when it suddenly becomes too much.

It means that you've brought his self-esteem up quite a bit, that Leviathan finally trusts that you won't suddenly make fun of him. That you actually like him for who he is and not in spite of it.

Satan:

Satan likes to show his love through gifts, acts of service, and the occasional sprinkle of affectionate words. Possibly even through poetry he wrote himself. He wants to show you that he's the superior choice. The reliable, practical, and in-the-know choice without being too stuffy and uptight, unlike some people. *cough* Lucifer *cough*

He also prides himself on his knowledge, and would be very eager to share said knowledge with you.

Feel free to ask him about any topic you want, chances are he at least knows a good book for it. If he somehow doesn't, then he'll gladly try to find one for you.

Just don't expect him to do your coursework or any other intellectual work for you. As much as Satan loves to be useful, he values self-sufficiency and growth even more.

He just can't understand wanting to cheat yourself out of a possible learning experience, and only wants the best for you.

What makes him feel loved is when you acknowledge his flaws but don't make excuses or demonize him for them.

When you don't push too hard for him to open up or spend all of his time with you, and instead set a schedule of sorts so the two of you always have at least some time together without it becoming too much.

He's not the biggest fan of physical contact though, as the circumstances of his "birth" meant that non-violent contact was rare until he finally calmed down and repaired the few relationships that he had. Truth be told, he also a bit afraid of hurting you. Satan's afraid that he'll instinctively lash out when you touch him suddenly, or that he'll hold on too tightly when he goes to touch you himself. You'd never know it now, the way he handles his centuries old books and week old kittens, but Satan is not gentle by nature. He won't shove you away or anything, but he will tense up and never initiate "pointless" physical contact even if he knows you love it until you let him approach it at his own pace.

You know you've made it when Satan finally opens up and doesn't avoid talking about his insecurities and weak points, or feel as though he's competing with Lucifer for your affection anymore.

When he feels free to act as he would like to instead of trying to compensate for his inexperience by imitating romance novels. When Satan doesn't feel as though he has to hide his purely demonic upbringing and everything that comes with it in fear of intimidating or scaring you off.

Asmodeus:

I feel like Asmodeus' love languages are pretty obvious, as in he absolutely adores all of them, as he's got so much affection to give and is plenty eager to receive.

He especially loves spoiling you and dressing you up. It's as much for his benefit as it is yours.

It's the same with all the pictures he takes of the two of you. He considers himself very generous indeed for sharing your beauty with the world instead of keeping it to himself, unlike some people.

Asmo will tell you as much himself, in fact, he never grows tired of describing your beauty in every possible way he could.

You can't go more than a day without him comparing at least one aspect of you to some beloved art piece or wonder of nature.

And of course, you can't forget the physical affection. Asmo lives for the chance to run his fingers along your skin and drape himself across you.

Platonically, romantically, sexually, it's all amazing to him.

He also finds testing out all sorts of creams and lotions on you incredibly intimate and relaxing, despite always preferring to be the one being pampered before.

You know you've made it when Asmodeus allows you to see him at his "ugliest," whether that be physically or emotionally, and trusts that you won't leave him for it.

When he feels like you would still be with him even if he never did anything sexual again.

It may or may not seem like that big of a deal to you, but Asmodeus is incredibly insecure deep down.

He can't help but feel like he'll never be as loved as he was back in heaven all those years ago, and certainly not for the same reasons.

What Asmodeus needs is someone who will prove that wrong, that sees him as something more than to look at and get off with.

Beelzebub:

"You didn't get me a snack? It's okay. I don't mind being stuck with you forever." (Slightly Used Handcuff Item - 2020 Valentine's Event)

Beelzebub makes it extremely obvious that what he wants more than anything is just to enjoy being by your side.

You don't have to do anything special or even talk, just showing that you're willing to spend time with him is proof enough of your love.

It's also how he shows affection. Like how even though he's not that interested in anime or video games, and Levi usually doesn't let him play (thanks to his messy eating and sticky hands,) Beel still goes into Levi's room surprisingly often.

Honestly, I'm not convinced part of it isn't at least partially from PTSD as well.

Beelzebub feels the need to stay by your side so that he can always be there to take the hit for you.

So that he can see you're still here with his own two eyes and not permanently gone the second he turns around.

What really makes him feel loved is when you look out for his emotional well-being and refuse to let him put himself last.

When you don't take his self-sacrificing ways for granted or come to expect them.

It doesn't matter how you show your appreciation, he's grateful for anything you give him, so long as you do it.

He is a bit insecure however. Both about his behavior and his appearance, as surprising as that may be to anyone who's seen him.

His demon form is associated with something most humans find disgusting after all. So he really appreciates any way you try to reassure him about it.

You know you've made it when Beelzebub is consistently willing to share his food with you.

Beelzebub arguably has the worst control over his sin and readily admits it. Belphie is the only other person he'd ever really share his own food with, and even then not all of it all the time.

But the ultimate test is when he's willing to go against Belphegor for you, even if it's just not immediately agreeing with everything he says.

Beelzebub feels very indebted to Belphie, no matter how many times he tells him it's fine Beel still feels like he has to do any and everything to make up for it.

So if he's willing to go against that, willing to risk upsetting Belphie, it means that you mean everything to him.

Belphegor:

Belphie's all about physical touch and quality time. Both in the sense of spending all of your time with him, and in the sense of not spending that time with anyone else, except Beel of course.

Not just cuddling in bed or taking naps together, but holding hands, letting him lean against you, and kissing are all things Belphie also really enjoys, and expects.

Despite getting embarrassed fairly easily by some of his brothers at times, it's almost impossible to ignore PDA when you lean into it like that, and he's desperate to stake his claim even in public. (Though his embarrassment quickly fades as he becomes more comfortable being vulnerable with you and his brothers again. His guarded, territorial behavior quickly turns into bragging and "tests of your loyalty" after that.)

Now, despite that he does expect you to respect when he wants his alone time, but Belphegor doesn't respect your boundaries all that well until you make him.

Not that he minds if you do try to force him to stop being as much of a spoiled brat though, he likes someone that can give as good as they can get so long as you do it with love.

He's another one that wants to watch you crush his brothers' hopes and dreams in favor of spending time with him. Not Beel though, never Beel.

Seriously, he likes to make out in public and actively fantasizes about his brothers getting jealous because of it in his devilgrams.

(He's also the most suggestive even after they started toning everything down. He gets implied sex and makes out several times a devilgram while other characters don't even get kisses at all sometimes.)

Belphegor is a Belphewhore when it comes to you. (Which is rather fitting, if you know anything about demonology.)

You know you've made it when this lazy cow gets up off his ass to do something for you, something usually only reserved for Beel.

Now, normally being compared to someone you're trying to date's twin brother would be a bad thing, but not in this case.

It just means the only one who will ever be equally important as his figurative other half is his twin, his literally magically and psychically connected other half.

The deepest form of trust is when he fully entrusts Beel's safety and happiness to you.

He may not seem as outwardly protective as his twin, but he is very much so, and he's become even more paranoid and codependent after being forcefully separated for so long.

Whereas Beel is more concerned with physical safety, Belphegor is more concerned with Beelzebub's mental state.

He knows his twin has a tendency to be self-sacrificing, full of guilt, and a bit too eager to take things at face value at times (despite being the emotionally intelligent out of all of them) for a demon. He also knows plenty of people would take advantage of that, intentionally or not.

Belphegor will act uncaring, but he's carefully monitoring your interactions with Beelzebub and paying attention to all of the shared feelings from their connection, intent on matching them up to see if you caused any of his poor moods.

Diavolo:

Lord Diavolo constantly puts himself into frustrating lose-lose situations.

He only really feels assured if you keep coming to him of your own free will, but he's so terrified of rejection and losing you that he rarely ever allows you to do just that.

He's always coming up with some brand new scheme or just outright forcing you to come to him, sometimes even physically, which only reinforces his bad habits and insecurities.

It doesn't matter how much you try to resist. Do you really believe you could do something to stop it when even several-thousand-year-old Lucifer and his strong-willed brothers can't? When even Barbatos couldn't? You'd need the power of God and anime on your side for even a small chance at that.

He'll literally pick you up or drag you if he has to, laughing all the while, refusing to take it seriously as you squirm even though he's really hurt deep down.

He tries to keep in mind that some people are "shy" and don't want to be dragged out all the time, but if you say, take the week in between his tiring plots to catch up on coursework and relax, he'll start to worry you're distancing yourself.

Diavolo's severe abandonment and boundary issues make it nearly impossible for you to challenge them without doing exactly what he wants, when he wants.

Who does he think he is, some kind of all-powerful demon lord or something?

Diavolo doesn't consider himself to be a big gift-giver, but he spoils those he appreciates regardless, and you receive his love on a completely different level.

He's just so used to opulence and never wanting for anything purchasable (easily or not) that he may overwhelm you with uncomfortably extravagant displays without even considering how the average human might react.

Want some chocolate? Diavolo will have Barbatos summon the most skilled chocolatiers immediately.

Can't find the perfect formal wear for yourself? He's calling in his personal tailors to make the most beautiful pieces of clothing you've ever seen in your life.

And yet despite all that it can still fall a bit flat at times.

Diavolo is the most flexible with this form of affection, but he can still be very inconsiderate in a sense.

He takes being told it's a bit too much surprisingly well, but he's fairly controlling about the gifts themselves.

You don't like the colors he picked? Too bad. It matches his own outfit and the color you want would match with the brothers instead and etc.

Sometimes it almost feels like the gifts are more for him than you, or that they come with hidden expectations rather than to make you happy.

Even though he really does want to make you happy, very much so in fact.

You know you've made it when Diavolo finally trusts you to come back to him on your own. Something that might take years and years of "absolutely perfect loyalty."

When he's not constantly sending you messages every time you're apart and doesn't try to force his way into every outing or private moment you have.

Quality time is still his main love language, giving and receiving, and he's still very aggressive in his attempts to spend time with you, but it's expressed in a (slightly) healthier way.

It does mean fighting against his very nature as a demon, even more so than he already does, but he's more than willing to try for you.

Barbatos:

Despite being quite powerful himself, people are often so used to taking advantage of him that they don't see him as much of a person compared to others.

He's rarely Barbatos and often "The Prince's Butler, who happens to be called Barbatos" instead.

Barbatos is targeted quite often by various groups of people, but few of them are after his attention specifically, instead of his power and connections.

He doesn't really allow himself to date in general. Besides not having the time for it, he's too worried about accidentally giving a spy or old Demon King loyalist an opening to cause trouble.

Whether that'd be because he's distracted or because he somehow ends up dating that kind of demon, Barbatos is rarely a risk taker when it comes to Diavolo's safety.

Even when he's liked it's usually for what he can do for other people, like Beelzebub wanting to keep him as his chef and Solomon eyeing his powers for example.

The only one who's really broke past that in the last couple of centuries has been Luke, who's come to be like an adopted son (or pet chihuahua) of sorts to him.

As much as the child loves to say he's using Barbatos, it's clear that the affection is mutual.

Now, a lowly human on the other hand? He'd worry about them being taken hostage or having loose lips, but otherwise they're fairly harmless. Barbatos has all the power in the relationship, just the way he likes it.

In a way, humans' short lifespans also helps to prepare Barbatos for the possibility of seeing your untimely death.

He knew what he was getting into, even if he's gotten far more attached to you than he ever intended to.

In a way, your presence eventually becomes synonymous with respite to him.

At first because of the physical aspect of entertaining you, but it slowly starts to be because of you specifically.

How sweetly you talk to him, really talk to him and not at him. The way you're so considerate in ways that even angels are not for a "mere butler."

Not much longer after that, it comes to be everything about you, even your smile becomes enough to make his day.

Besides being helpful, proving you're willing to "stoop down to his level" and "serve the servant" makes him much more willing to believe you're genuine.

In his (plentiful) experience, pretending to actually enjoy helping out in person is much harder to fake than anything else, especially for the snobbish nobles typically attempting to gain Lord Diavolo's favor.

Barbatos is another hardcore perfectionist who takes his work extremely seriously, who would rather die than let anyone else do it for him, especially since it would cause him to look as if he was "slacking." However, small things like drawing a bath for him, bringing him his favorite snacks, and giving him massages really helps him relax and feel loved.

He's also very fond of homemade gifts for similar reasons. The thought of someone going to all that effort for "just a butler" is very much appreciated.

Despite being such a perfectionist he'll accept the love put into almost anything you give him if it's made with care and free of the furry beasts he despises so strongly.

He'll have them all displayed properly in his room, in a way that will let them last longer, right next to everything Luke has made for him.

You know you've made it when Barbatos allows you to take care of him and ease his burdens.

When he'll allow you to wash his hair and pour tea for the both of you without stressing about how perfect it may or may not be.

Solomon:

Solomon's main love languages are gift giving and acts of service, and yes, you're gonna have to eat his cooking and you're gonna have to like it.

More seriously though, I'd argue it's quality time and acts of service, both giving and receiving.

He may have an excess of years left, for the understatement of the century, but he knows not everyone else does.

So Solomon really cherishes what little time you're willing to give him, especially if it means ignoring the demon brothers in favor of him. Asmodeus included. Solomon needs to know you're willing prioritize humanity, and him of course, before he can really begin to trust you and let you in.

He's also very fond of physical touch, he's close to Asmo for a reason after all, but that doesn't actually assure him your love is true regardless of how much he enjoys it.

You know you've made it when Solomon is fully willing to become attached and admit it to himself, regardless of any potential heartbreak he may suffer.

When he's ready to tell you so, to make concrete plans about the future with you, instead of for you, and commit to them fully.

But he also really does want to see you eating his cooking, that he infuses with all of his love just for you, every day.

Simeon:

Simeon is another tricky one, as he rarely allows people get close enough to see his more vulnerable side. Not even those that he was once brothers in arms with.

I believe one major indicator of Simeon being truly in love with you is when he's seeking out your touch.

When he's always brushing his fingers against your shoulders and grabbing your waist as he walks past, just to feel your skin.

Or even allowing you to come to bed with him, "just to cuddle, of course" he says, despite the major risks being that close poses for an angel already teetering on the edge. That's not to say that he doesn't express it through other means, like through the written word, but his playful brushes against you and sly smiles as he tells his white lies to get some alone time are something exclusive to your (not-so-secret) relationship.

He does however, always want to spend time with you. Even before he's ready to fully commit and be completely vulnerable around you.

You may or may not have that much time together after all, and he wants to spend as much of it as possible with you. Simeon also adores teasing the ones he loves, and that will most likely be the first bit of "personalized" affection he gives you. He just can't get enough of your embarrassed faces and mannerisms.

You know you've made it when Simeon is willing to trust you with all of his darkest thoughts and concerns.

When he can trust you won't judge him for his sins or try to guide him to any particular path.

When he's certain you'll stay true, and value and respect his guidance, no matter what form he's in or what he's done.

It's a common idea I know, but I got an ask for it literally years ago and I wanted to dump my reasons onto y'all anyway.

The draft date on AO3 said I started it in the middle of 2021, which should explain exactly why I feel bad about taking requests.

Also shameless self promotion, but I have a full Obey Me! rewrite fic out now!

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Cigna’s nopeinator

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Cigna – like all private health insurers – has two contradictory imperatives:

To keep its customers healthy; and

To make as much money for its shareholders as is possible.

Now, there's a hypothetical way to resolve these contradictions, a story much beloved by advocates of America's wasteful, cruel, inefficient private health industry: "If health is a "market," then a health insurer that fails to keep its customers healthy will lose those customers and thus make less for its shareholders." In this thought-experiment, Cigna will "find an equilibrium" between spending money to keep its customers healthy, thus retaining their business, and also "seeking efficiencies" to create a standard of care that's cost-effective.

But health care isn't a market. Most of us get our health-care through our employers, who offer small handful of options that nevertheless manage to be so complex in their particulars that they're impossible to directly compare, and somehow all end up not covering the things we need them for. Oh, and you can only change insurers once or twice per year, and doing so incurs savage switching costs, like losing access to your family doctor and specialists providers.

Cigna – like other health insurers – is "too big to care." It doesn't have to worry about losing your business, so it grows progressively less interested in even pretending to keep you healthy.

The most important way for an insurer to protect its profits at the expense of your health is to deny care that your doctor believes you need. Cigna has transformed itself into a care-denying assembly line.

Dr Debby Day is a Cigna whistleblower. Dr Day was a Cigna medical director, charged with reviewing denied cases, a job she held for 20 years. In 2022, she was forced out by Cigna. Writing for Propublica and The Capitol Forum, Patrick Rucker and David Armstrong tell her story, revealing the true "equilibrium" that Cigna has found:

https://www.propublica.org/article/cigna-medical-director-doctor-patient-preapproval-denials-insurance

Dr Day took her job seriously. Early in her career, she discovered a pattern of claims from doctors for an expensive therapy called intravenous immunoglobulin in cases where this made no medical sense. Dr Day reviewed the scientific literature on IVIG and developed a Cigna-wide policy for its use that saved the company millions of dollars.

This is how it's supposed to work: insurers (whether private or public) should permit all the medically necessary interventions and deny interventions that aren't supported by evidence, and they should determine the difference through internal reviewers who are treated as independent experts.

But as the competitive landscape for US healthcare dwindled – and as Cigna bought out more parts of its supply chain and merged with more of its major rivals – the company became uniquely focused on denying claims, irrespective of their medical merit.

In Dr Day's story, the turning point came when Cinga outsourced pre-approvals to registered nurses in the Philippines. Legally, a nurse can approve a claim, but only an MD can deny a claim. So Dr Day and her colleagues would have to sign off when a nurse deemed a procedure, therapy or drug to be medically unnecessary.

This is a complex determination to make, even under ideal circumstances, but Cigna's Filipino outsource partners were far from ideal. Dr Day found that nurses were "sloppy" – they'd confuse a mother with her newborn baby and deny care on that grounds, or confuse an injured hip with an injured neck and deny permission for an ultrasound. Dr Day reviewed a claim for a test that was denied because STI tests weren't "medically necessary" – but the patient's doctor had applied for a test to diagnose a toenail fungus, not an STI.

Even if the nurses' evaluations had been careful, Dr Day wanted to conduct her own, thorough investigation before overriding another doctor's judgment about the care that doctor's patient warranted. When a nurse recommended denying care "for a cancer patient or a sick baby," Dr Day would research medical guidelines, read studies and review the patient's record before signing off on the recommendation.

This was how the claims denial process is said to work, but it's not how it was supposed to work. Dr Day was markedly slower than her peers, who would "click and close" claims by pasting the nurses' own rationale for denying the claim into the relevant form, acting as a rubber-stamp rather than a skilled reviewer.

Dr Day knew she was slower than her peers. Cigna made sure of that, producing a "productivity dashboard" that scored doctors based on "handle time," which Cigna describes as the average time its doctors spend on different kinds of claims. But Dr Day and other Cigna sources say that this was a maximum, not an average – a way of disciplining doctors.

These were not long times. If a doctor asked Cigna not to discharge their patient from hospital care and a nurse denied that claim, the doctor reviewing that claim was supposed to spend not more than 4.5 minutes on their review. Other timelines were even more aggressive: many denials of prescription drugs were meant to be resolved in fewer than two minutes.

Cigna told Propublica and The Capitol Forum that its productivity scores weren't based on a simple calculation about whether its MD reviewers were hitting these brutal processing time targets, describing the scores as a proprietary mix of factors that reflected a nuanced view of care. But when Propublica and The Capitol Forum created a crude algorithm to generate scores by comparing a doctor's performance relative to the company's targets, they found the results fit very neatly into the actual scores that Cigna assigned to its docs:

The newsrooms’ formula accurately reproduced the scores of 87% of the Cigna doctors listed; the scores of all but one of the rest fell within 1 to 2 percentage points of the number generated by this formula. When asked about this formula, Cigna said it may be inaccurate but didn’t elaborate.

As Dr Day slipped lower on the productivity chart, her bosses pressured her bring her score up (Day recorded her phone calls and saved her emails, and the reporters verified them). Among other things, Dr Day's boss made it clear that her annual bonus and stock options were contingent on her making quota.

Cigna denies all of this. They smeared Dr Day as a "disgruntled former employee" (as though that has any bearing on the truthfulness of her account), and declined to explain the discrepancies between Dr Day's accusations and Cigna's bland denials.

This isn't new for Cigna. Last year, Propublica and Capitol Forum revealed the existence of an algorithmic claims denial system that allowed its doctors to bulk-deny claims in as little as 1.2 seconds:

https://www.propublica.org/article/cigna-pxdx-medical-health-insurance-rejection-claims

Cigna insisted that this was a mischaracterization, saying the system existed to speed up the approval of claims, despite the first-hand accounts of Cigna's own doctors and the doctors whose care recommendations were blocked by the system. One Cigna doctor used this system to "review" and deny 60,000 claims in one month.

Beyond serving as an indictment of the US for-profit health industry, and of Cigna's business practices, this is also a cautionary tale about the idea that critical AI applications can be resolved with "humans in the loop."

AI pitchmen claim that even unreliable AI can be fixed by adding a "human in the loop" that reviews the AI's judgments:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/23/maximal-plausibility/#reverse-centaurs

In this world, the AI is an assistant to the human. For example, a radiologist might have an AI double-check their assessments of chest X-rays, and revisit those X-rays where the AI's assessment didn't match their own. This robot-assisted-human configuration is called a "centaur."

In reality, "human in the loop" is almost always a reverse-centaur. If the hospital buys an AI, fires half its radiologists and orders the remainder to review the AI's superhuman assessments of chest X-rays, that's not an AI assisted radiologist, that's a radiologist-assisted AI. Accuracy goes down, but so do costs. That's the bet that AI investors are making.

Many AI applications turn out not to even be "AI" – they're just low-waged workers in an overseas call-center pretending to be an algorithm (some Indian techies joke that AI stands for "absent Indians"). That was the case with Amazon's Grab and Go stores where, supposedly, AI-enabled cameras counted up all the things you put in your shopping basket and automatically billed you for them. In reality, the cameras were connected to Indian call-centers where low-waged workers made those assessments:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/01/29/pay-no-attention/#to-the-little-man-behind-the-curtain

This Potemkin AI represents an intermediate step between outsourcing and AI. Over the past three decades, the growth of cheap telecommunications and logistics systems let corporations outsource customer service to low-waged offshore workers. The corporations used the excuse that these subcontractors were far from the firm and its customers to deny them any agency, giving them rigid scripts and procedures to follow.

This was a very usefully dysfunctional system. As a customer with a complaint, you would call the customer service line, wait for a long time on hold, spend an interminable time working through a proscribed claims-handling process with a rep who was prohibited from diverging from that process. That process nearly always ended with you being told that nothing could be done.

At that point, a large number of customers would have given up on getting a refund, exchange or credit. The money paid out to the few customers who were stubborn or angry enough to karen their way to a supervisor and get something out of the company amounted to pennies, relative to the sums the company reaped by ripping off the rest.

The Amazon Grab and Go workers were humans in robot suits, but these customer service reps were robots in human suits. The software told them what to say, and they said it, and all they were allowed to say was what appeared on their screens. They were reverse centaurs, serving as the human faces of the intransigent robots programmed by monopolists that were too big to care.

AI is the final stage of this progression: robots without the human suits. The AI turns its "human in the loop" into a "moral crumple zone," which Madeleine Clare Elish describes as "a component that bears the brunt of the moral and legal responsibilities when the overall system malfunctions":

https://estsjournal.org/index.php/ests/article/view/260

The Filipino nurses in the Cigna system are an avoidable expense. As Cigna's own dabbling in algorithmic claim-denial shows, they can be jettisoned in favor of a system that uses productivity dashboards and other bossware to push doctors to robosign hundreds or thousands of denials per day, on the pretense that these denials were "reviewed" by a licensed physician.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/29/what-part-of-no/#dont-you-understand

#pluralistic #cigna #computer says no #bossware #moral crumple zones #medicare for all #m4a #whistleblowers #dr debby day #Madeleine Clare Elish #automation #ai #outsourcing #human in the loop #humans in the loop

[theysaidhush]

I love.

-> Husband!Virgin!Yang Jungwon x Wife!Virgin!Reader

-> Things could have happened differently, but at the end of the day, no matter how, you're both meant to be.

-> Smut (p in v, non-graphic depiction of blood loss, graphic depiction of virginity loss, it's messy, body fluids, Jungwon creams his pants cuz you're too pretty, hands holding and yes it's a warning cuz it's sickeningly sweet, tits play ?, overall not what I usually do, this one is really sweet and not THAT kinky), angst depending on the point of view and that's why I'm so good at writing, misunderstandings but happy end ig ?

A silence that should have been heavy, but was nonetheless comforting, filled the beautifully decorated room. The subdued lights reflected on the glasses of wine the hotel had served you earlier, still full. What was there to celebrate ? Under different circumstances, on another day, perhaps even in another life, you would have gazed at your surroundings in wonder. The crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the walls lined with paintings far too expensive and precious to be displayed like this, the huge four-poster bed that didn't even occupy a quarter of the room and whose mere sight made you sleepy as it looked so comfortable. All this for you. For you and your husband.

"My husband…" you murmured half-heartedly, imperceptibly, as you contemplated the room you'd be living in for the next two weeks. Every young married couple's dream.

With a slow, hesitant, heavy step, you moved towards the patio door, your gaze lingering for a moment on the crescent moon already high in the sky. Stopping just in front of it, you raised your hand to the handle but hesitated. You hesitated again. Like all those times you'd hesitated. Hesitating to speak out, to let your loved ones know what you thought of the idea of marriage. But this hesitation had cost you your future. Your free will.

With a hand trembling with emotion, you grasped the door handle and opened it gently, trying hard not to disturb your husband. It was strange to think of this 19-year-old boy, with whom you'd grown up and been good friends, as your husband.

The sound of the door sliding open snapped Jungwon out of his thoughts, and he almost jumped back into his deckchair seat. He had laid back to contemplate his next move. What had been taken from him, what was left. And it was as Jungwon watched the clouds glide deftly across the sky, floating along without a care in the world and continuing their tireless cycle, that he realized how quickly time passed. It seems like only yesterday, when he was having fun collecting snails with you, you were only 8 years old. And yet, yesterday, he was in this very place, in this very spot, refusing to face you just hours after your wedding. How could he, he felt selfish for loving you when you'd been forced into this marriage. He felt miserable and opportunistic.

The minute you joined him on that beach, in your bathrobe, your pretty face lit up by the moonbeams, his gaze locked onto you. He could not help but find you beautiful, cherishing and appreciating every detail of your body, every imperfection, every difference. And your personality ? Oh, Jungwon had never met anyone like you. Every person is unique, but he fell for your uniqueness. He liked the way you smiled when you saw something cute, the way you always ordered the same thing at your favorite ramen restaurant, unwilling to change the dish for fear of not liking it; he liked the way you were honest with him, the way you always refused to share your bowl of popcorn when you were lying on the couch making fun of movie scripts and actors far too old to be considered attractive by young people of your generation. He loved every one of those things, he loved you. But how could you love him when you were now forced to spend the years to come by his side ? Jungwon felt like your own pair of handcuffs, pretty but constricting.

Your feet sank into the cool sand of your very own private beach, your gaze lost for a moment on the water-lined horizon, where the sky touched the sea, where the world seemed limitless. You could not help but frown at the magnificent landscape before you. You could not bring yourself to accept that behind this ring, which seemed to grip your finger like a vise, there was a whole other world. A world where people were not forced to marry their best friend. An infinity of possibilities that suddenly seemed far too attractive, but also far too stifling. The sea provided you with a lovely lullaby, the sound of the waves crashing on the sand, retreating each time, retreating into the sea, into their home, a little further away, always further away. The constant sound of the salty water reassured you, helping you to think rationally. It was your first time here, and it certainly would not be your last. Now you understood why yesterday, when you were waiting for him in your bed, primed and apprehensive, Jungwon had not come inside. He'd found a much better view here.

The latter, your husband, had turned around, looking at you with those beautiful eyes you loved so much. The dark night hid many things from you, but certainly not the almost ethereal beauty he graced you with. His straight nose, against which, when you were younger, you'd rub yours; his lips, which, at 15, had stolen your first kiss on the basis of a common agreement that, if you kissed someone, your best friend would be the best first person; his shiny, smooth, dark hair, like silk threads, which you'd always envied, where you loved to slide your fingers. Everything about Jungwon was overwhelming, how could a human being be so beautiful ? Maybe your opinion was biased, but it did not matter, he was your Jungwon, in your eyes he was the number 1. So what could have changed in the space of a few days ? No, you knew. It was yesterday that everything had changed. When, after two hours of waiting, you had clumsily slipped on a pair of pyjamas over your prettiest underwear, your eyes glistening with tears, a feeling of humiliation and guilt gnawing at your stomach and lulling you to sleep. Everything had changed when you realized that your best friend was in the same boat as you but that he was not interested in you.

Lying down on the sand, right next to his chair, you tried hard to keep your eyes from turning in his direction. He could see all your doubts, all your weaknesses, that fragility and humility you'd carefully hidden the night before after falling asleep in a cold, empty, loveless bed, cuddling and curling up on yourself. And yet, if you'd looked at him for even a second, your heart would have started beating fast and hard, filling with love at the mere sight of Jungwon's gaze. His narrowed and cat-like eyes looking at you with so much love, so much respect, that even an idiot would have realized the nature of his feelings for you. You would have seen the way his lips parted as he could not close his mouth at the sight of your beauty, your make-up-free face, your hair awkwardly tied back. Maybe you'd even have seen the way he bit his lip as his gaze traced your curves, lingering for a second too long on the cleavage provided by your bathrobe, or your bare legs stretching out in a way that was far too sensual for his eyes on the sand. If you'd concentrated, you'd have heard the way his breath had stopped for a moment when he'd had a whiff of your perfume, the way his breathing had been slightly erratic when you'd sat so close to him, giving him a perfect view of your upper chest

"Jungwon…?" you called his name in a whisper, fearing that this dreamscape would shatter like a picture frame if you spoke too loudly. Fearing that the wind would carry that name to someone's ears, even though you were alone for miles around..

He stopped himself from jumping and hastily turned his gaze to the sea before discreetly clearing his throat and answering, "Hum ? Yes ?"

"Are you in love with someone..?" The phrase had escaped you. You felt as if your ears and heart were closing, dreading his answer, your breath catching in your throat as you sharply inhaled the suddenly far too salty sea air. Jungwon was talented, handsome, kind, considerate. Undoubtedly someone worth his time and attention had fallen for him, someone Jungwon loved in return but whom he would now be unable to see because of you.

Jungwon seemed to short-circuit, his brain hastily searching for an answer. One that would suit you both. Should he tell you the truth ? Or lie to you ? How would you react, how would you look at him in the years to come, if he told you that he, your best friend, someone you were supposed to trust, loved you ? had betrayed you ? He would not be able to look you in the eye for fear of the look you'd give him.

The silence was heavy. For an instant, a fraction of a second, the only thing you heard was the huff Jungwon not so discreetly let out. One that indicated that he did not know what to say, how to say it, but that you had interpreted differently. You must have been annoying, asking him questions about his private life, right ?

"I love."

His confession made no sense. But, at this point, nothing made sense. The whole fiasco, that white dress and suit, those guests who did not care why or how you got there. This masquerade made no sense, so you might as well have made no sense at all. Your words could be empty words, your promises just words, and your actions just means to an end. Just because the world went round did not mean you had to do the same. You had the right to make mistakes, to hesitate, to hate each other, but certainly not to love each other, if your jet-haired friend's response was any indicator.

"Oh-" Your voice cracked and tears filled your eyes. You could blame him for the situation you were in, he was not to know that he'd just destroyed the wall you'd spent the previous night carefully constructing, stolen what little hope you'd hidden there and crushed it under the weight of those two words. You had to be quiet as your tears rolled down your cheeks, red with embarrassment. You lowered your head, choosing to watch and play with the fine sand beneath your fingers.

Jungwon knew you well. Maybe even too well. He knew your every manner and habit. How you liked your coffee, your morning and night routines, the specific ways you interacted with each of your friends. Sometimes he found it frightening, found himself frightening. But he had to know your likes and dislikes to keep a smile on your face every day. Unfortunately, Jungwon was also familiar with the sound of your voice when you were in emotional distress. He had a kind of radar programmed just for you, telling him when you were feeling sad, when you were crying.

He rushed to your side, almost knocking over the deckchair in his haste, and knelt down in front of you. He had no shame in putting himself in front of you like that. So vulnerable. He'd get down on his knees and kiss your hand every morning when you woke up, if you wanted him to. His hands flew over your face, not knowing where to rest or how to comfort you, since he had no idea why his words had affected you so much. He'd spent a whole day avoiding you, and before that a whole month before the wedding, just so he would not see that look on your face. But it seemed he'd failed, because when he put his hands on your cheeks and lifted your face to get a better look at it, the sight of your swollen red eyes greeted him, beads of water still dripping from your beautiful eyes. "Please, don't cry." he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion as his eyes sought yours, hoping to see that familiar glint of mischief that was usually in your gaze, "Please…"

It had been years since you'd heard Jungwon sound so vulnerable. You felt as if his fingers were touching you as if you were made of the most fragile precious stone, affectionately caressing your cheeks as he caught your tears with his thumbs, wiping them away again and again, tirelessly, until there were none left at all. He held out his heart to you, presented it to you, entrusted it to you and did not even ask you to take care of it, because he knew there was no need to. Jungwon was vulnerable in front of you, just as you were. Awkwardly, yes, but without shame or embarrassment. Just two friends who found comfort in each other's presence.

"I love-" you let out a strangled sob and grabbed his sleeves, clutching them tightly in your hands, afraid he'd leave you and only come back in the wee hours. The simple sensation of his shirt beneath your fingers was reassuring, anchoring you in this reality that sometimes teetered between nightmare and dream. It was comforting, but you could not help thinking that it was all you'd ever get from him. Comforting words whispered that night on this beach, under the gaze of the moon and the sea, fingertip caresses that would haunt you until maybe one day you found love. Until you loved someone who was not Jungwon, your best friend, your husband. "I'm sorry, I- this isn't what I wanted…" you breathed in deeply, whispering the last two words with a sorrow that brought tears to Jungwon's eyes "…for us."

"Why are you apologizing ? I'm not blaming you, nor do I blame myself. It's not our fault." he said, sitting down beside you and engulfing you in a comforting, warm embrace. He tried to ignore the feel of your body on his, the feel of your chest pressed against his ribcage, the sight of your legs folded up right in front of him, so close, so tempting as your robe parted, teasing him with a glimpse of your upper-thigh. He swallowed, choosing instead to look at your face. You were looking at him, contemplating him, with such admiration and adoration that Jungwon felt his heart topple in his chest. Perhaps you could hear his erratic beating, the song he was playing just for you.

"But you love."

"Yeah, I love."

You stayed like that for at least five minutes, staring into each other's eyes, trying to convey through your gaze what you could not put into words yourself. Intimate words that refused to leave the hollow of your throat, that hung on the tip of your tongue. Words of love you were too afraid to say out loud, the only thing your eyes could not communicate, that you did not grasp.

Jungwon cups your cheek, resting his forehead on yours and closing his eyes as his arm wraps around your waist. He wanted to tell you so many things, but above all, he wanted to kiss you madly. Just a taste, a flavor of you, of what your lips could taste, he wanted just one bite, just one. Then he'd live with himself and leave you alone. He could make that selfish choice, just once, couldn't he ?

His hand left your cheek and rested on the back of your neck, that familiar warmth bringing you a little comfort in the middle of the nowhere you'd been sent. You watched him frown, approaching and then moving away from your face, in conflict with himself, with what his heart wanted and what his head dictated. The rest of his actions, you knew, you'd known him since you were in diapers, he was your best friend. But you refused to take him away from this person he loved, you wanted to kiss someone whose heart belonged to you.

But suddenly, you rested your hand on his chest, and you did not need to speak anymore. You knew. You recognized that familiar rhythm his heart was playing, it was the same as yours, the same chords, the same notes, the same intensity.

"I waited for you yesterday…" you revealed, trying to pull away from him in a vain attempt to hide your embarrassment at your confession. But Jungwon could never get enough of your flushed cheeks, your shifty gaze as you confessed something you thought you'd never tell him. Thus, you could only move your face a few centimeters away, just enough for him to admire you as if you were the most beautiful work of art.

He giggled, like the 19-year-old young adult he really was, a boy just out of his teen years, and his eyes formed a crescent, crinkling adorably as his lips stretched into that smile you loved so much. "Ah, I'm a little ashamed to admit it…"

You tilted your head, a small smile stretching your lips at the sight of his embarrassment. There he was, the Jungwon you loved. Although much of the unspoken still loomed large in the atmosphere, something had changed. A mutual understanding had put aside your evasive glances and awkward touches. You were no able to look at each other, your eyes still glistening with the tears you'd shed.

"I was scared. I was so nervous…"

"Oh." you laughed awkwardly, trying to move further away from him. But he only followed you, rising from his cross-legged position and bending over his knees, towering over you by a few inches as he looked down on you, the shadow of his hair preventing you from seeing that dangerous gleam that had lit up in his eyes. Each time, you took a step backwards, trying to crawl a little further away from him - not because you were afraid or uncomfortable, but because you liked this game you were playing. And each time, he rose a little higher, leaning on his knees and following you, his hand on the back of your neck in a firm but loving grip, his other hand always settling on yours even as you pulled away. Soon enough, he was on top of you, tilting your head as he towered over you. You could not help laughing at the striking resemblance with a cat. The mischievous look, the stance, you could easily imagine a tail wagging behind him, so much so that you felt you were the prey he was toying with.

"But…" He brought his face close to yours, his face amused, and his lips brushed yours. Against them, he whispered, "I love."

Hesitantly, almost shyly, he placed a soft kiss on the corner of your lips, then on yours. Once, twice, before he grew confident and crushed his mouth to yours, supporting his weight with one hand and pressing down on your head to get you closer to him, to encourage you to do as he did, to lose yourself in the pleasure. As he grew more confident, his kisses gained in intensity. He tilted his head to one side, encouraging you to do the same, before pushing his tongue against your lips. But all of a sudden, he drew back, panting, his eyes round. He was surprising himself. He wasn't educated like that. Maybe he was forcing you to do something you did not want to do. He regained his breath and opened his eyes, gauging your reaction to his actions.

And God, he was a virgin but he felt like he could have cum on the spot. You were a sight. Your barely opened eyes looked up at him, a mist swimming in your irises, and Jungwon knew just by looking at you that your brain was struggling to process what had just happened. His gaze continued to run over your cheeks, as red as the sweetest apple, whether by effort, embarrassment or excitement, he could not tell, before continuing on to your lips. Lips he could have tasted and could now never have enough of. At last his gaze slid over and lingered on your chest, which kept rising and falling in a rapid rhythm, the swelling of your breasts and a glimpse of your bra visible as the bathrobe had slipped over your shoulders as you moved backwards. Jungwon felt like a pre-pubescent teenager as he felt his erection swell in his beach shorts, making him move uncomfortably on top of you. Just looking at you had turned him on, would you let him touch you ?

"Jungwon…" you gasped, moving your face forward in a desperate attempt to capture his lips once more. He looked at you with what seemed like wonder and you whined like a child, clutching his shirt with one hand as you held yourself up with the other, "Wonnie…"

"Ah~." He crushed his lips to yours in a kiss that made you blush like a teenager before once again sliding his tongue over your lips, asking permission to go further even though he had only one desire which was to grab your jaw and force his tongue into your mouth. There was something so exciting about the idea of urging you to accept him body and soul, to mold you while cherishing and respecting you, in the sole hope of seeing that expression again and again. Between kisses, when he needed to catch his breath, he'd repeat over and over again, "I love… So much."

"Me too, I love- Wonnie, please…" you begged, you complained, you whined. At this point, you no longer knew what you wanted. You felt like you were floating, on a boat, alone, on the open sea, while the waves were steady, rocking you under a sun that made you feel warm. But you did not need to know what you wanted, Jungwon would know for you, he'd give you what you wanted and more than that, you could surrender yourself to him, offer him your body. All you had to do was look at him with those pretty eyes of yours. This whole marriage thing seemed like a shadow of the past. This story that had definitely changed something in your dynamic with Jungwon, that had caused you so much pain. That made you love each other in a different way than if it had never happened. For one night, you could forget that you'd been forcibly married to your best friend.

"Can I..?" 

"Yeah..."

Panting, he pressed his mouth against yours, leaning on his forearms so he could feel you up close. He wanted to press his body against yours, to feel you underneath him, to know that you were real, that it was really you underneath him. He wanted to feel your skin against his, feel your limbs tremble as his hand caressed them, never lingering too long, wandering all over your arms and neck. He wanted to feel your heart beating in unison against his, feel your curves against his, the swell of your chest against his, that chest he'd often stared at when he was just a hormonal teenager watching his best friend's body change.

This time, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, hesitant at first. His moist pink muscle felt like an intruder, yet you could not help but think that this was the place where it had always belonged. The dance your tongues were doing wasn't a masquerade or a ball, it was more like a nightclub, hot, awkward, needy. Your muscles intertwined, touched and teased each other, giving each other no respite. You felt things you'd never felt before, your body, your emotions, the sensation of his fingers sliding down your neck, tracing a necklace you weren't wearing, everything was overwhelming, but in a good way. So underneath him, you could only gasp and sigh as he made you feel so good just with his mouth. Maybe saliva was running down your chin, maybe you were both out of breath, but none of that mattered, you could not care less. Your eyes closed as he tilted his head, almost pushing his tongue down your throat, devouring you whole in a way that would have seemed disgusting to anyone who saw you, but you could not help but blush, feeling complete, at home.

Your hands grabbed handfuls of the fine sand you were lying in and you clenched your fists, trying to ground yourself in reality. Jungwon drew back for just a few seconds, moved away from you and admired you, his gaze gliding over your hands. Delicately, he placed his free hand on yours, and you looked at him in wonder as he smiled at you, as if you were worth more than all the gold in the world. Ever so delicately, his fingers caressed your wrist and then your palm, timidly, as if he were still a four-year-old who only wanted to hold his crush's hand. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, once again, for what seemed like the umpteenth time that evening. You felt so loved. Gradually, your grip loosened, the sand slipped through your fingers, dripping onto the beach, as Jungwon intertwined his hand with yours, the sound of your cold rings touching each other resonating imperceptibly in the air.

"I don't really wanna talk about this whole situation." Jungwon said before kissing your closed eyes, pursuing "But- It hurts. I just don't know how we ended up like this." He kissed your cheeks. "But I don't want you to feel like you're stuck in this." He kissed your lips and you parted your mouth, letting him in. He conveyed his feelings through a loving kiss and then pulled away, breathless, stars in his pretty eyes. "I don't know if it's the right time, the right place, but I know that you're the right person. I love." You opened your eyes and tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried to muffle a sob. Carefully, lovingly, he kissed it away. One by one, each one, while caressing your hand with his thumb, squeezing it, letting you know that he was here. Here for you, here with you. "All this time, those years. I've always loved you, appreciated you, looked up to you. You seemed so far and yet so close…" He pressed his forehead on yours, kissing you from time to time, capturing your sobs. "I love you. So much."

Your gaze was lost. Your eyes, fixed on the sky, reflected thousands of stars. You were so afraid, so afraid of the feelings you were experiencing, of how powerful they were, of Jungwon's influence on you. You felt like a doll, a puppet that would act according to its owner's wishes. But as you looked up at the stars tonight, the day after your wedding, you realized that maybe you wouldn't like it any other way. If it was Jungwon, you could afford not to be your own master. You brought his hand to your heart, still not looking at him as you gently slid your entwined hands under your robe, letting him feel your lingerie with his fingertips.

"You were my first kiss." you said breathlessly, letting out a small laugh with your voice knotted with emotion.

"You were mine too." he whispered smiling, not moving his hand an inch.

"The first person I ever held hands with."

"You were mine too."

"The first person I ever hugged."

"You were mine too."

"And now you're my first and last husband."

"I hope so."

"I want you to be my first everything. Jungwon, please-" you exhaled a breath you were holding, bringing his hand to your mouth and kissing delicately his fingers, "Make love to me. Love me."

"I'll be your first and your last."

With all the love he had for you, he kissed your jaw and gradually moved down to your neck, whimpering every time his lips were kissing your skin. He was so happy to be there with you. Maybe it wasn't the first time the two of you had hoped, Jungwon even thought he was in a nightmare. But he'd be all right if he shared that nightmare with you, wouldn't he ? His kisses traveled down to your chest, stopping at the piece of cloth that hid you from him. He looked at you and did not even need to ask if you were sure of this choice, your gaze told him everything. Your eyes looking at him, a galaxy swimming in your irises, reflecting his image, the love you felt for him.

He straightened up and straddled your hips, careful not to hurt you. His hand moved to your cleavage and gently opened the piece of fabric, revealing your breasts covered in your modest lingerie, which, while not sexy, seemed to be the most sensual thing in his eyes. The previous him, the awkward, cute, hormonal teenager had already dreamed of seeing you in so few clothes, had dreamed of his best friend in ways that would surely have made you run away. But now, here you were, lying in all your splendor, just beneath him under the attention of his loving hands and mouth. His dick twitched in his shorts and Jungwon inhaled sharply, unused to feeling this strange feeling so strongly. He wanted to love and respect you, but he could not stop thinking about things, what he could do with you, how he could please you and vice versa. You were beautiful, the curve of your breasts excited him, making him want to grab them and never let go. He wanted to leave thousands of kisses on your stomach until he reached that part of you you'd never shown to anyone.

"It's- I'm so sorry, so many thoughts racing in my head right now, I really wanna make you feel good. I wish that I'd be better."

"I love it. I love you the way you are, I love the fact that I'll be your first. I want us to experiment, to make mistakes, to learn, together."

He frowned. You were so nice to him. He looked at your breasts once more and felt he'd never be able to take his eyes off them when he saw your two nipples poking through the fabric of your bra. Both his hands rested on the roundness of your breasts while his thumbs rested on your nipples, pressing on it, testing the water.

"Ah~, it feels…weird? I like it, Wonnie."

He nodded, never taking his eyes off your breasts, and finally decided to remove the fabric that prevented him from feeling your curves in the palm of his hands. One by one, he removed your straps, and you arched your back so that he could unfasten the ties of your bra. He tried hard to concentrate on the task in hand, but the sight of your breasts pushed up was far too distracting. It took him at least two minutes before he finally succeeded, which made you let out a little laugh. He looked at you and frowned, pinching your tummy, making you laugh even more. He smiled, then turned his attention back to your now exposed breasts. For him to see.

Just like a person having sex for the first time, he was unable to restrain his desire and haste as he almost rushed to your chest. Attaching his mouth to one of your nipples, as he'd seen a man do in a porno he'd watched, he sucked on it and pulled away, licking at the flesh like a kitten lapping up its milk. He glanced at you, trying to see if you liked what he was doing, and was granted with the sight of your face puckered from the raw pleasure you were feeling. Your head thrown back, your eyes closed, your breath short, a blush making its way to your face and neck. He occupied his other hand kneading and teasing your other nipple with his fingertips, tugging on it, rolling between his fingers, trying to ignore how painfully hard he was, his penis stretching in his shorts and pressing uncomfortably against the tissue. He really wanted to touch himself, he knew that just by looking at you he would cum on the spot. But he had to make you feel good first.

"Wonnie, I want you there." you whimpered, trying to rub your thighs together in the hope of soothing the throbbing between your legs. He failed to hear you, too lost in the sensation of your flesh in his mouth, your nipples rolling on his warm tongue, so you tried to push his head away from your chest, grabbing strands of his hair and trying to pull on them. "Wonnie~!" A high-pitched moan left his mouth and he stepped back at last, his gaze lost, as if he were the one being pleasured. But for Jungwon it was just the same. Worshipping you and your body was apparently a big turn on. It was an interesting discovery, but not surprising to him.

"What-?" he asked, completely lost, his hands still groping your tits as if he was afraid they would disappear.

"I'm- It's so wet, please ? Wonnie pretty please ?"

His big almond eyes widened as he lowered his eyes to where he was sitting. Did you really want him ? Him, and nobody else ?

Your gaze, almost covered in mist, oblivious to your surroundings except for the stars above you, lingered on the form peeking out of Jungwon's shorts and you almost choked. He was hard. The outline of his length was visible through his shorts, and if he sat and leaned into you, you could feel it on your stomach. You could feel his dick on you. You let out an almost pornographic moan, the mere idea of his bulge touching you turning you on wildly.

Jungwon twisted his upper body, lowered your legs, which were crossed behind him, and stepped back until you could sit up and untie the belt of your bathrobe. He looked away respectfully as you removed the last of your modesty, tossing it somewhere in the sand. Once you shyly called his name he turned and darted toward you again, threading a hand through your hair as he kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

"Wanna go in the bedroom ?"

"Nothing about us- about this is normal, I don't want my first time to be normal either."

He nodded and held the back of your head as he led you back on the sand, smooching your lips before parting your legs. He made sure your bathrobe was stretched below your waist to avoid any mishap and got a brief glimpse of your glistening pussy. He swallowed nervously and quickly looked away, well aware that he was torturing himself by looking at you, his dick reminding him all too well.

"Plus, the sky is beautiful tonight."

He looked at you in awe, telling himself that you were so much more beautiful than the sky, that he only wanted to look at you as he made love to you. He took your hand and placed a kiss on your fingertips.

"I don't know how this is supposed to work I just want you, right now, inside."

"I don't want to hurt you." he said doubtfully as he took off his shirt, leaving you drooling at the sight of his magnificent torso, his smooth, milky beautiful skin.

You were at a loss for words for a few seconds, your brain refusing to process the words he'd just told you, so engrossed were you in the man in front of you. Eventually, you whimpered, a frown present on your face, disgruntled and embarrassed as you avoided his gaze, murmuring in a barely audible way, "It's already…ready. I'm ready for you…"

"Are you sure?"

"Hum." you nodded, fidgeting with the hem of his shorts, sometime tugging at it with how desperate and needy you were becoming as the second were going by. He glanced at you before focusing on your private part, sliding his hands down your belly, his hand stopping just inches from your cunt. He gave you another look before moving his fingers timidly to your pussy, stroking it delicately, gathering a significant amount of moisture on his fingers. You arched your back with a moan, then thrust your hips towards his hand, demanding more. You felt like all your senses were on alert, you were so sensitive.

He moaned at the sight but suddenly froze, his gaze locked on your pussy as his face contorted into an expression of pure pleasure. You were too lost in the pleasure you'd just felt with the caress of his fingers to notice the growing stain on Jungwon's shorts, the mortified and ashamed expression on his face and his rapid breathing.

Jungwon gradually got off his high, panting as if he'd just run a marathon. His gaze turned to his shorts and he restrained himself from hiding his face in his hands at the realization that he'd just cum just by touching your pussy. He hastily discarded all evidence and yeeted his shorts away from you, standing in all his naked glory in front of you, his length already hard again. How could he not when you were in front of him in all your naked glory ?

"I'm ready too."

Your eyes opened wide as they landed on his glans dripping with a liquid you assumed was pre-cum. You bit your lower lip and held back a moan, your hips pushing toward his, your hole pulsing uncomfortably, craving to be filled as another wave of clear liquid coated your walls, preparing you to be penetrated.

Jungwon could not hold his smirk at your expression of neediness and decided not to make you wait any longer. He grabbed your hand again and placed a kiss in its palm, intertwining your fingers before pinning it next to your head, leaning over you, looking into your eyes and kissing you lovingly. "I love you."

Experimentally, he pressed his cock against your cunt, inhaling sharply at the feeling of your wetness on his length, trying hard to control his breathing so as not to cum again. You sighed with contentment at the pressure his member exerted on your clitoris, then gave a stroke with your pelvis, urging him to continue. He buried his head in the hollow of your neck, squeezing your hand as he began to move back and forth, wetting his dick in an effort not to hurt you when he finally put it in. With each stroke you felt his tip rubbing deliciously against your ball of nerves, giving you the impression that someone was boiling hot water in your lower belly. You could not help alternating your gaze between the sky and the magnificent boy towering over you. You were both a whining mess, holding and clutching each other's hand, stopping some time to catch your breath as you were so focused, that you forgot to breathe.

"A-Ah, I'll put it in." he stuttered, looking down in order to grab his dick and put it in the right hole. Despite what he saw in pornos, apparently first time were clumsy and messy, he did not wanted to ridicule himself in front of you. The simple sensation of his hand on his hard-on felt like thousands of needles tingling his skin in a delicious way, so he tried to hurry. He searched with the tip of his dick for your warm, welcoming entrance and then found it and positioned himself. From where you were, both literally and metaphorically, you could not see his hand shaking nervously or the way he was biting his lip, clenching his jaw so hard that veins were visible along his neck.

Finally, he penetrated you, but very gently. Just the tip. Your vagina stretched and a strange feeling took hold of your guts, it was the first time something had entered that part of your body, it was strange. But you were not in pain yet, your slick had prepared you for his ministrations, and he had wet his dick. Jungwon suddenly closed his eyes and buried his head in your neck, breathing heavily, his hand gripping yours in an almost deliciously painful way.

"Ah, wait, 's too much-" he whimpered, staying still.

And so were you. It was scary to lose your virginity after all the stories you'd read. Some women felt pain, others did not, you were afraid of the sensation of his member in you. Were you going to feel good ? Or were you going to be in pain ? You tried to get rid of the pressure you were feeling and cracked a joke, "You're not even halfway in.", but it backfired.

As he gently pushed a little more of his length inside you, he chuckled, breathless, "Yeah and you already make me feel this good- What are you doing to me..?"

Jungwon's moan reached your ears before you knew what had happened. You'd felt your vagina clench at the sound of his words, a sense of pride and adoration fueling this feeling in your body, and the next second you felt a warm liquid flowing inside you, dripping on your inter-thighs and onto the bath robe.

"D-Did you just-"

"Shh. Don't say a word, I literally wanna bury myself in the sand right now."

You chuckled lightly, using your free hand to get his hair out of his face as you kissed his sweaty forehead. Your cute husband was trying really hard. You tried to get a better look at his face and fidgeted on the spot, only to stop, a cry stuck in your throat at the sensation of his dick pushing against your hymen. You felt like something inside you was being torn apart, the same burning sensation you felt when you cut your fingertip on a sheet of paper.

"Ah~! Don't move, it's still hard !" Jungwon moaned in your ear, worried, nibbling at your ear lobe as tears were streaming down your face. "Do you want me to stop ?"

"No, I- I'll like it, please, Wonnie, please give me more !" you whined grabbing the hair on the back of his head.

He pulled away from you and watched your face tense and tears flowing, then kissed them one by one. Just as gently as the way he pushed his penis inside of your tight and virgin hole. "I love you, I really d-do, thank you so much."

Suddenly he stopped and exhaled heavily, a strain smile on his face as he was looking at you.

"Is it-"

"It's all in."

You nodded and inhaled deeply, clutching his left hand that was still holding yours as you rubbed your head against it, as if for comfort. Jungwon blushed at the sight and you felt his member twitch inside you, making you look at him with round eyes. You did not know it could move.

"I can't help it, you're too beautiful… Can I ?"

"Mm-hmm."

Gently, as if testing the waters, he drew back his pelvis and moved it forward again, just as slowly. The sensation of your gummy walls enveloping him like this made him feel as if he'd just consumed the strongest drug. Except that you were his drug, his heroin, he definitely could not let you go after seeing you like this underneath him. No.

You, on the other hand, could not bring yourself to enjoy the sensation of the tip of his dick dragging across your walls, the feel of his veins rubbing all the right places in your body. The lacerating sensation from earlier remained, like the smell of bread in front of a bakery, it was faint, but present all the same. But just as the smell fade as you move away, so did the pain as he moved languidly in and out of you, whispering sweet nothings and gathering every saline pearl in the hollow of his lips. His other hand caressed your body from side to side, sometimes stopping on your chest, sometimes caressing your ribs, sliding through your hair. You never knew where it was going or when it would stop, but it served as a good distraction when Jungwon's urges made him buck his hips a lite bit too hard unwillingly.

While Jungwon was having a blast from the start, bathing in the sensations he was feeling through his dick, swearing a few times that your vagina seemed to suck him in every time he pulled out a bit too far, you, on the other hand, were slowly but surely starting to feel good. Just as your pitch and whimpers were becoming higher and louder, Jungwon pace was fastening. Maladroitement, at some point, you tried to have more of what he was giving you by pushing your hips forward, the lewd sounds of your skin slapping against each other echoing in the empty night, the only witness being nature itself. Jungwon held himself above you, looking into your eyes every time he pushed his hips a little harder or a little faster, trying to find out if you liked it, if you liked him, if he made you feel good. But also in order to see the expressions you'd make, especially loving the way you'd close your eyes and frown when he hit a particularly erogenous spot. Panting, feeling your walls tighten around him if possible, he lowered his gaze to the place that linked you. His cock was covered in a mix of your juices, sperm coating it or splashing onto his pelvis each time he desperately pushed his dick deep inside you again and again. Added to this mix of fluids was the evidence of your loss of virginity, but Jungwon was way too far gone to even notice, way too desperate to make you feel good.

"Ah~ Wonnie, it's…weird. I think something's gonna explode. It-It feels so good !" you moaned, tightening your grip on his hand, turning your head so you could see your intertwined fingers, the light of the flames reflecting off your silver rings.

"It's good then."

He pushed his hips forward, finally not able to control himself, and almost slammed his lower body into yours, Resting his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes as you were falling apart beneath him, your mouth agape, your other hand gripping the sand as if it was your lifeline in a middle of a sea of pleasure, your back arching, pressing your boobs on his fit torso. Jungwon swore he'd never seen anything so beautiful.

Your pussy clenched around his member and he felt like he was suffocating, he felt like he'd rip off a piece of you if he moved as he felt every bit of flesh inside you. And he was only a young man, so the suction exerted by your cunt on his dick made him cum for the third time that evening.

He allowed himself to fall on you as you were milking him from the last drop of his cum, your right hand tangled in his hair as you were both trying to catch your breath.

You stared at the shining stars above the two of you, stroking his hair affectionately, your legs still shaking from your orgasm and your wet cheeks reddened by the overflowing emotions.

He pecked your lips and suddenly stood up, hastily slipping on his boxers and cringing at the feeling of his wet and soft dick on the fabric. Jungwon then stared at you, your body, and smiled. Not in a sexy way, he was not smirking, he was genuinely smiling out of pure love and adoration. You watched him do it, curious, before shyly covering yourself at his insistence, your gaze evasive but a smile on your lips.

He shook his head and let out a cute little laugh, the one you loved so much. He leaned over and grabbed your shoulders, sitting you up, then pulled his shirt on you before taking you in his arms to carry you inside. He set you down gently beside the huge bathtub in your far too large bathroom. He turned on the tap under your watchful eyes and left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts, the burning pain between your legs and the realization of the situation. You'd just slept with your best friend, or rather your husband ? Despite your feelings for him, what happened, the word left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Jungwon returned, a bunch of clothes in his hands, your clothes, and threw them in the laundry basket. He bent down and tested the temperature of the water before nodding and turning to you, carrying you in his arms again.

"Tell me if it's not to your liking…" he whispered, lowering you into the water as you nodded.

"It's perfect." you exhaled, your tenses muscles relaxing thanks to the warm water engulfing your body. "You don't have to do all of this, you know…" you said hesitantly, fiddling with your fingers, too afraid or shy to look at him.

He took a cup of plastic and gently poured water on your hair, wetting your hair as he chuckled, as if you made the funniest joke ever. "I know, but I want to. I'm your husband now."

"My husband…"

He took the bottle of shampoo, poured some into his hands and began to massage your head gently, spreading the shampoo over your hair. "I would have done the same thing even if I weren't your husband. All this mess was just a good excuse, I guess. I've always loved you and even if it were in ten or twenty years we would have been in the same situation, because you are the love of my life and I would have married you anyway."

These words were like an arrow through your heart. When you thought you'd smile, the words were said with such honesty and nonchalance that the only thing you could do was hide your face in your hands as you began to cry with joy, comforted and lulled by the sweet music your heart was playing, soon joined by Jungwon's humming as he took care of you as he would have done in the future. With love. Him being your husband was not that bad apparently.

"I love you too, Jungwon."

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #jungwon hard hours #jungwon smut #jungwon x you #jungwon x reader #enhypen hard thoughts #jungwon hard thoughts #took too long #-> N (like Pokemon yes) <-

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—Soobin—

Fem reader

Warnings: NSFW// kinda in a public space? (workplace but private office) // spanking // oral (f) // spit // squirting // NOT PROOF READ

he’s the CEO of like a small company idk 😭

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CEO! Soobin who is so mean to you. Always making you redo your work, making you stay late, yelling at you. The whole office knows about it too, constantly trying to cheer you up.

CEO! Soobin who calls you into his office, pinching his nose bridge. Your coworkers look at you like you’re a kicked puppy as you walk towards him, a couple of them shooting thumbs up towards you.

CEO! Soobin who locks the heavy oak door behind you, his breath hot on your neck. “You didn’t even pretend this time.” He laughs, pulling your hair to one side. “Just sent me an empty doc.”

CEO! Soobin who chuffs when you bat your eyelashes and whine about how sorry you are, pout about how you were afraid of missing the deadline and panicked and sent him the wrong thing. Big fat crocodile tears roll down your cheeks as you cross your arms under your chest basically pushing your boobs into his face. “You won’t fire me will you?” You whine.

CEO! Soobin who leads you to his big wooden desk and bends you over it and it’s so tall your feet don’t even touch the ground. He smacks your ass pushing your skirt over the fat. “Fuckin’ soaking wet down here aren’t you, just pathetic, I don’t even need to look.” He laughs, landing another hit. You squeal at the sensation, your legs kicking up reflexively. “I’ll fix your work this time.” He spreads your thighs open so easy, laughing more at the almost puddle in between your thighs.

CEO! Soobin who hates when you wear pantyhose cause he has to be extra careful when getting them off so no one notices anything, and he knows you only wear them when you’re trying to be difficult. “Should I rip them?” He asks, pressing two fingers against your cunt. “Have everyone in the office wondering what happened to them?”

“No-“ You whine, closing your thighs around his hand. “I’ll take them off.” Reaching behind you, you quickly pull the thin nylon down to your knees. “Good enough?”

CEO! Soobin who looks at your now bare cunt like a starved animal. “I should fuck you till you can’t walk.” He spanks you again, grabbing fist fulls of your ass. “You can go home early, it’s more expensive to keep you here anyway. Doesn’t that sound good? Half a day off?”

“But my work.” You pout, wiggling your ass a little. “I gotta do… that… thing.”

CEO! Soobin who tells you to shut up before he’s scooting you up the desk and propping your knees on the wood leaving your cunt level with his face. His thumbs spread open your pussy giving him room to lap at your cunt. He shoves his tongue into your cunt as far as it will go and licks at your gummy walls until you’re shaking, your upper body giving out leaving your chest and face squished against the oak.

You whine when he pulls away to spit on your cunt, using his thumbs to smear it across your clit. You arch your back at the stimulation, hoping to give him better access to the little bundle of nerves.

CEO! Soobin who nips and sucks at your clit until you’re so close to cumming you can taste it and then pulls away and moves to your poor little hole to do the same again and again and again until you’re sobbing so loud he tugs his tie off and shoves it in your mouth.

He works you up one more time before sucking on your clit to harshly it shoves you into an orgasm so strong it pushes all the air out of your lungs.

CEO! Soobin who sits there with his jaw slack, your release sprayed all over his designer suit and expensive desk. “Fuck- fuck- what- so fucking hot, squirted all over me.” He groans, spreading your cunt open again this time to just look at it.

CEO! Soobin who’s snapped out of his trance when his secretary knocks on the door, he moves quickly to get the two of you looking put together, pulling up your pantyhose and trying to dry off his suit with napkins. But when he helps you up your legs are too shaky to hold yourself up so he picks you up and takes you to the small bathroom connected to his office, leaving you on the sink counter so he can get back to work.

CEO! Soobin who tells all your coworkers you left during their lunch hour and that he’s got a big conference call he’s going to be on for the rest of the day and everyone's a little skeptical about it but they dismiss it because they’re too busy to get caught up on it. Little do they know he has you caged under him, your knees against your chest as he fucks you and demands you squirt for him again.

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#txt #txt smut #kpop smut #soobin smut #beomgyu smut #taehyun smut #hueningkai smut #yeonjun smut #this isn’t very good lol

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Genshin Guys on Your Birthday (Zhongli, Kaeya, Neuvillette, Wriothesley)

Y'all are getting two posts today. This one now and one from my blog at it's usually scheduled time.

On another note, Happy Birthday to Me!

CW: None, fluff, slightly suggestive in Kaeya's

Zhongli x gn!reader, Kaeya x gn!reader, Neuvillette x gn!reader, Wriothesley x gn!reader

Zhongli

he goes all out on your birthday

Not in a tons of presents kind of way, but you know he spent quite a bit on your birthday present.

I mean, he's a stickler for quality in general, it's just worse on your birthday (don't worry, tartaglia heard it was your birthday and was happy to donate top the cause)

He makes you breakfast in bed (your favorites), schedules lunch at whatever restaurant you want, and cooks you your favorite meal himself for dinner

Depending on your personality he helps H Tao with the planned birthday party or helps you avoid it like the plague

After dinner the two of you curl up on the couch and cuddle until bed

Kaeya

Your birthday is a huge deal and nothing will ever convince him otherwise

For the most part, when he's around you he lets that charming face drop. Not today.

He goes all out. Makes sure you have a big birthday party.

He enlisted Klee's help, so there's a chance something got blown up in the process, cough cough the good hunter stove but the result was a very bright and lively venue

The picnic happens early. After all, there is a kid attending and he has plans for later

Said plans include a picnic (with your choice of drinks, alcoholic or otherwise) and fireworks

He basically begged Jean to let him order B-Day fireworks from Yoimiya, though it didn't actually take that much work. Any kind of collaboration with Inazuma is good in her eyes, and Jean is fond enough of you, it was no issue. (she's also very glad that Kaeya didn't enlist Klee in making the explosives. Yoimiya, she trusts. Klee, not so much.)

And of course, Kaeya does his very best to make sure your satisfied in other ways. If he has his way, you're not walking home. Not that he doesn't mind carrying you. After all, it would be his fault you're boneless and on cloud nine.

Neuvillette

Let's be honest, Sedene thought he was going to have a heart attack in the days weeks leading up to your birthday

Sure, he's dealt with Furina's birthday and his is a public holiday or sorts, but that's not the same as it being your birthday

This is the first time he's celebrated a birthday that isn't a holiday, so he's a bit at a loss as to how to celebrate it

After some research, he figures out that sweets is going to be part of it, but presents? Birthday party? What the heck?

After some thought he enlists both the help of the Melusines (who would be very upset if they didn't get to help) and several humans. Navia in particular was a huge help. (And Wriothesley for making sure to remind Neuvie that Melusines should not be in control of dinner. Neuvie is very smart, but he has a weak spot for the Melusines and they certainly volunteered for the job)

Overall it was the most...interesting birthday party you've ever had. A combination of Melusine and Human decorations, fireworks, and every friend you have. And, of course, the best, most expensive water Teyvat has to offer

Neuvillette plans this for earlier in the day --he decided that taking the day off would be appropriate Wriothesley and Sedene's idea as well so he has time afterward for a more private

The two of you leave the city for the afternoon and walk around the countryside or go swimming. Simply content to spend the time in each other's company. It 100% rains, but that's not unusual

That evening he takes you to an expensive restaurant and gives you the gift he spent far too long picking. It was worth it to see your face though, lighting up like a child. You don't care if your in public when you give him a long, deep kiss in thanks, with a secret vow to make sure his next birthday is even better than he made yours

Wriothesley

Birthdays with Wrio are pretty chill affairs

He makes sure you have time to open the gifts sent from the over world, from the inmates, and from Sigewinne, but after that, no one should expect to see you for the rest of the day and most of the night

Whether it's running around the wilderness, going to the Opera (if the show of the day isn't a trial), or just walking around the city

He's also pretty unsubtle about trying to buy you a bunch of pretty stuff. You're his s/o, he thinks you deserve the world, and at least on your birthday you're willing to let him

But mostly, his gift to you is time and attention. On your birthday it's all about you

If you decide half way through that you want to go home and spend the day just hanging out there too, that's fine by him

And when you go back, only to stumble into the surprise party the inmates and Sigewinne spent the say putting together, well you don't believe it one bit when Wrio said he had nothing to do with it

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F1 Driver NSFW Profile: ✷ Lewis Hamilton ✷

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I. Flirt. He’s a shy sort of suave. He wants to come off cool and laid back. Thank God he never has to worry if he’s dressed well. Lewis is all about eye contact, making sure to look over the frame of whatever sunglasses he’s wearing so he can hold your gaze. It’ll be hard for him to look away; maybe he’ll keep your eyes for as long as he can by looking back or walking backward. He’ll flash his million-dollar smile at you; make sure you know he’s noticed you too. If there are cameras around, he’s pretty much going to stand 40 feet away from you, but if it’s amongst the trusted inner circle or just the two of you, he is stuck to you like glue. When you first meet, he’s flirty in a relaxed sense; it won’t come across as him being particularly interested, just friendly. He takes his time sussing you out and getting a feel for you. But once he’s ready to make his intentions known, he’s laying on the charm. Making you laugh, taking any excuse to brush against you. II. Propositioning.   Warm hands caressing down your back, spending a generous amount of time on your ass before smoothing down your calves. He’ll peck kisses anywhere he can reach, his endless brown eyes meeting yours as his lips roam your body. Lewis wants to seduce and be seduced. He likes kissing–[loves] kissing. Has a hard time having sex [without] kissing. He wants your tongue hot and heavy in his mouth. Lewis likes to tease too. If the mood strikes and you start to put the moves on him, he'll play dumb. Straight up pretends not to notice, wait and see how far you’ll go before you push him down onto the sofa and straddle him.

III. Libido. It’s relatively high, but he’s also creeping up to his forties. Don’t get me wrong, he has no trouble getting (or maintaining) an erection, but it takes him a bit longer to get him up and ready…especially if it’s a night after drinking. So, he doesn’t mind a bit of soft play, whether it's your mouth or the soft glide of your hand. He’s not too picky. He feels so much closer to his partner during and after sex. Lewis feels like there’s no other connection in the world like it and would probably even be down to try sex magic if you were into that kind of thing. 

IV. Turn-Ons: tame & nasty. Tame: Expensive clothes. When you hold him close to whisper in his ear. Laughing with your head thrown back. A nice fitting pair of trousers. Pretty, fast cars. Private beaches and cabanas. Outdoor showers. Spoiling you. Facetime calls to show him what you’re wearing. Getting along with his mum and step-mum. Having inside jokes with his brother. Fitting right into a game of footy with his nieces and nephews. Musicality in any way, shape, or form. Shy silliness that he gets to draw out of you. Diamonds on bare skin.  Nasty: When he fucks you so good you can’t even get out a moan, and it looks like  you’re having a sexy exorcism. Pulling your panties to the side instead of just pulling them off. Lowkey always wants to get caught; fucks you with the windows of your cabana wide open, or herds you into the single stall. Tender love and care to his balls. When you tell him that his dick is the best you’ve ever had. Receiving unsolicited your nudes. Mutual masturbation. Lingerie sets with lace bras and satin panties. The way your ass kinda makes a heart-shape in certain positions of doggy. Titties in his mouth. Topless beaches with wandering hands. V. Self-stimulation. Ideally, he would be able to Facetime you, and you could figure out a solution together. He'll use a video if the timezone doesn’t permit that, and he’s not desperate enough to wake you or disturb you at work. He can still appreciate porn, but if he wants to finish, he’d prefer to do it to you. VI. Foreplay. He almost pays too much attention to foreplay. It’s like he’s in some kind of competition with himself to see how wet he can make you before he finally slips inside. As he’s come into adulthood, he’s realised how powerful the act of cunnilingus is. He has his own version of getting drunk off your sex, usually in the form of semi-incoherent philosophical babbles of how we’re all connected and how beautiful your pussy is.

VII. Rhythm. He likes to keep it fresh but prefers deep, unhurried sex. Taking your time getting to know each other and savouring the feeling of the two of you together. He’s not afraid to moan or let his nastiest thoughts roll off his tongue. Most often he’ll be asking how it feels, for you to be louder. He likes egging you on. VIII. How He Likes It He’s a classic man. Doggy has a special place in his heart. He likes plenty of other positions, too, of course. But there’s just something about getting to watch your ass shake as he disappears inside you. You bent over, wet and moaning and rutting back against him. Rarely do you get to feel like you have the upper hand on him–he’s got lightning fast reflexes, strength and confidence that often make you feel like he’s not even real. Except in the bedroom and he has your front pressed into the bed and you start to work to throw your hips back to meet his thrusts. He nearly busts right then and there every time. 

IX. Location, location, location. A hopeless romantic, ideally, he’d have rose petals all over the floor and candles littering the entire place. But that’s not always feasible, though he still tells you it’s what you deserve. And though he’d deny it, ducking his head to hide the burning on his cheeks but the hot tub seems to hold a special place in his heart. To the point where his buddies will point and giggle at it the second you’re aboard a yacht for the week or they notice it on the balcony through the curtains. Somehow, they always seem to be one on your holidays or hotel rooms. And you both do you best to use it to the best of your abilities.  X. Kinky. He’s open minded and easy to approach. He likes experimenting when he feels safe and he feels safest with you. Depending on the mood, he can be gently encouraging, complimenting and worshipping you into bliss. Or, he can be a little more demanding, a little less lenient and a little more mean. He’s good at playing. He likes playing…as long as you seem like you are too. Any fantasy you feel like trying, he’s all ears. Rarely will he outright deny you–about most things–especially sex.

XI. Bedroom aids/Toys He’s not stupid, obviously you use toys whilst he’s away or busy. He doesn’t mind adding them in with the both of you either. It really only took one time for him to watch your eyes roll back in your head after just two minutes on the second to highest setting. Lately, his latest exploration in the bedroom has involved plugs. Nothing gets his heart pumping blood to his crotch quite like when you bend over and reveal you’ve decided to surprise him with one. Something about the shimmer of something in your ass while he sheeths himself deep inside you feels like ecstasy. 

XII. Cum. He can go for a while. He’s old enough where he doesn't need to lay back and think of England. He would prefer to finish after you though with the ferocity of your sex life, it’s quite literally always a competition to get others to cum first. Ideally, he’d finish inside of you but obviously sometimes that’s not always fisable. Though, more than enough times have you two snuck off for a quickie and you’re left uncomfortably wet in your panties after.

XIII. Pleasure reciprocation. Lewis loves to go down on you. Likes hearing all your moans and whines and any other noise he can get you to make. When his focus is on you and getting you to cum, he turns into an assertive yet gentle figure. He has plans for you, he’d like for you to follow them. But he’s not above giving into your desperation or gently teasing you for how worked up you get. He can teeter more towards mean when he feels like it though rarely can keep it up. By the time you’ve finished, he’s melted back into his true self. Making sure you’re not too far gone or nothing got too out of hand. Despite it all though, he makes you feel like he’s hungry for you. Like just the site of you or your body could drive him wild enough to cloud all his thoughts.

XIV. Bonus.

“I wanna show you something,” Lewis tells you, head down with his eyes focused on his phone. You approach him in the living room but don't make it to him before the TV on the wall above him blinks on. It shows the generic home display before it goes black again. But it's only for a moment. Then, a grainy, night vision video starts to play. 

It takes you a moment to realise what is. It’s not until you hear the video playback what sounds like Lewis’ laugh. On screen, now  in clear view of the camera, you dragged Lewis to one of the outdoor sofas. Suddenly, you recognize everything in the video.

It from the boat trip you took a few weeks ago, traipsing around Greece with some friends before Lewis had to get back in race mode for the foreseeable future. It was late, all your friends had gone to bed and the crew had been tipped heavily to give you some privacy on deck.

You’re standing there watching yourself, watching your mouth meet his and moan in pleasure. In person, you don’t realise he’s even standing behind you until a gentle hand on your middle startles you out of your gaze.  

“You remember that?” he asks softly, with a small nod towards the TV. You nod, letting out a distracted ‘mmhmm’ as you keep your eyes on the screen. His other hand meets your other side, palms softly caressing against the t-shirt you wore. 

Back on the boat, you had already pulled Lewis free from the confines of his joggers. You were on the floor, on your knees. Even with the state of the art speakers Lewis had installed, you can’t make out what he’s saying to you on video. Just the soft rasp of his voice as he eggs you on.

“How did you get this?” you ask, your throat dry. You had taken him into your mouth on the boat, Lewis throwing his head back in pleasure on screen. It was nice to see him–actually see what he looked like while you gave him head. Up close was one thing, but watching the effect you had on him has your insides somersaulting.

“I told you I’d have them get rid of the footage.” 

Neither of you were stupid. You both knew something as risky as this would require some damage control but Lewis promised you he’d take care of it.

“Yes, but how do you have it?” you gulp after a particularly loud moan vibrates off the screen. 

Lewis doesn’t answer you, just laughs softly as he moves to start placing kisses on your neck. His hands move from your waist, roaming over your arms, then your shoulders. The roughness of his skin against the softness of your skin feels euphoric. But he stops the motion all too soon, one his hands clasping over each of your wrists. In front of you, your past self is already mounting your boyfriend, his hands eager to expose your breasts from the bikini you were wearing. 

Loud, lewd sounds fill the room, echoing off the TV and bathing the both of you in a symphony of your own moans. You can feel Lewis’ breath against your neck, his hands still holding your wrists. You watch as his hand slipped over your core, pads of his fingers finding the perfect spot to send you over the edge. The sight of it makes you hotter, your skin starting to feel clammy and stomach somersaulting. Instinctively, you lean further back into Lewis, trying to instinctually rut yourself against him for some kind of relief. 

But he’s not taking any of it. Just tightens his grip on your wrists and moves so you can’t roll your hips back against him. 

The sounds on the TV get loud. You can hear the sound of your bodies meeting amongst the huffs and moans. It doesn’t matter how much you beg, how pathetically you mewl at Lewis to let you do something. He doesn’t care. Doesn’t even really let you look at him. At best you can get is the cocky smirk and devious gleam in his eyes before he’s gathering both your wrists in one hand and fixing your gaze ahead by your chin. 

Your heart feels like its beating out of your chest. Your skin is sticking to your clothes, working up a sweat from how hot you feel underneath your clothes. Lewis makes you watch the whole thing like that. Forced to watch both orgasms he gave you. Forced to listen to the defeated sigh of satisfaction Lewis gives as you pulled yourself off of him. Forced to watch the glistening trail of yourselves that even the shitty security camera could pick up sliding down your leg.

You don’t even have to move to tell how wet you are once the TV finally turns off. Looking (and feeling) like you’re in a trance, Lewis chuckles proudly and presses a kiss to your hair. 

“Now, go upstairs. Take all your clothes off. And wait for me.” He says, pressing one more kiss to your temple. He pulls away just a touch so he can look you in the eyes. “But do not touch yourself.” He taps his pointer finger to the tip of your nose and pats your ass as your single to get moving. 

You do as you're told and head upstairs. Meanwhile, Lewis gets working on some drinks for the pair of you. He only gets as far as pulling his mock-Tequilas from the cabinet before he hears what at first sounds like your phone going off. But the buzzing he hears through the upstairs floor doesn’t stop. He freezes in place to listen. The buzzing keeps going, far longer than any ringtone would. 

As soon as he realises what you’re doing, he drops what he’s doing and makes a break for the stairs. You can hear him calling your name through the bedroom door as he takes them to at a time to get to you.

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Smut Headcanons - Signora & Arlecchino

A/N: The smut version of the spooky Halloween special. If evil, why hot? CW: Unhealthy/toxic relationships, Arlecchino being scary, manipulation, conditioning, hard femdom, humiliation, degradation, collars, pegging, cbt, estim.

For Signora, power is the name of the game. 

She can safely consider herself one of the most powerful politicians of the Fatui, meaning she has thousands of men underneath her in the hierarchy. But controlling one, so very handsome, so privately? It's far, far more exciting than any kind of malicious trick she can pull on her underlings. 

It's obvious who is in power here. La Signora, The Fair Lady, being a pleasure toy for a man? Simply unthinkable.

To keep this dynamic in mind, you'll always be naked during playtime, while she will be clothed (to a reasonable degree of course). Her outfit usually includes her favorite, very expensive fur stole, a delicate and slightly tight lingerie bra to hold up her massive tits, and a pair of panties - all of them the darkest shade of black, of course. It perfectly contrasts with her fair skin, and when one size too small, it makes your male brain melt at the sight of those curves. 

Another piece of clothing she's fond of are her long, black, silk gloves. They are very thin, enough so that you can feel the warmth of her hands, but not the softness of her skin. And they stay on at all times. Did you seriously think she would touch your dirty cock with her bare hands?

And don't you dare cum on her, or any piece of her clothing. You are permitted to spill your filth only on yourself or the floor. If you fail to follow this simple instruction, you will find yourself liking your own seed clean. 

Signora prefers you naked, but she gladly puts a collar around your neck. She tightens it to give you a reminder of who you belong to, and adds a leash for some extra power over you.

Signora enjoys a good dose of bullying, and she has many interesting ways of making you tremble with embarrassment before her. 

The main one is depriving you of pussy. Sure, you get it during 'normal' sex, when either of you are too tired, or just not in the mood to do the standard routine, but it's generally a reward. 

She likes to see you desperate, so expect to be offered a hard aphrodisiac before the session begins. That, in connection with edging or a short chastity term, brings out the most desperate, painfully horny male she so likes to observe. 

Since her slit is a reward, most of the time you'll get a fleshlight instead. She'll watch, mouth agape, blushed with fingers knuckle deep in her cunt as you fuck the rubber pussy, whining and moaning so pathetically. Sometimes, when Signora feels the need to humiliate you even more than usual, she will make you fuck the fleshlight right on top of her pussy. The face you pull, knowing that her warm, wet hole is right there and still being unable to fuck it, is priceless. 

If Signora feels especially nasty, she will give you just a pillow to satisfy yourself. Watching you hump it, whining and cringing at your own desperation, gives her the strongest orgasms.

Although she enjoys some real cock every now and then, The Fair Lady doesn't care that much about having normal sex. She's far more into fulfilling her own kinks, which gives her the sort of pleasure fucking can't compare to. 

Why even ask for that when her paizuri skills are the best in all of Teyvat? If you behave, you'll finally see that tight bra dropped, and your dick buried in those amazing, fat globes. Signiora knows what she's doing - she'll be using lube and breaking up the standard stroking with some creative techniques that absolutely short circuit your brain with pleasure. A reward must be as thorough as a punishment, so Signora will edge you - not right to the edge so it doesn't feel disappointing when she stops - but more than enough to significantly prolong the experience. 

Should you moan and beg nicely enough while fucking the rubber pussy or dry humping, she might even give you a hand in getting yourself off. Signora may be a quiet woman, but she enjoys when her sub is loud. And she will make you moan if you're naturally quiet. 

She has her techniques. The main thing is to enhance the pleasure. Chastity, edging or drugs all do a great job in making you desperate, and thus more sensitive. She will order you to moan then, and after enough such training, your brain will make the right connections, making you moan naturally. She will train you as long as it is necessary.

But what if you don't listen to her orders? You cum when and where she didn't ask you to, or don't moan enough? Well, the punishments are rough and quite difficult to endure.

Signora has an affinity for hurting others, and it shows. Of course, you won't be hurt in an unfun way. You'll give her the limits, and she will make the most out of them.

The simplest way to hurt a man is to target his balls. It's a low hanging fruit, yes, but it gets her soaking wet when you tremble in her hands. She prefers the more refined way to deliver your torment - slapping, squeezing, or especially using her heels to make you cry.

Pegging is a punishment with her. After a rough fingering as prep time, you will be made to get on your hands and knees and take her studded cock. She's quite good at it - her hips work amazingly, having the dummy cock pleasure your prostate with every thrust, making you moan and whine at the relentless stimulation. Too bad, as Signora loves to humiliate you while pegging, especially if you cum. 

"You call yourself a man, cumming from just being fucked in the ass? You really are pathetic~" 

And then she'll fuck you post orgasm, just to hear you whine and beg even more. 

Her Delusion isn't off limits either. Cooling down her finger and dragging it over your exposed, oh so sensitive head brings out the most pitiful, sexiest noises from you.

Extra enjoyment (for her) comes from spanking you. Painting your ass red with a cane or a whip, forcing you to moan, groan and whimper satisfies her sadistic side quite thoroughly, and gives you a painful reminder of the consequences of disobeying her.

Expect your hands to be tied during punishment. She loves to see you struggle against the bonds when she works on you, but would rather not be interrupted while administering the torture. 

Signora will take great care to respect your limits. If she didn't, you would surely deny her all the freedom to do what she wants with you, losing her a very entertaining toy. 

Oh, and because she loves you. That too. 

For an onlooker, being with Arlecchino might look fairly normal, all things considered. Most of the time it's just vanilla sex with, surprisingly, her being the bottom. 

But all of that? Just because she trained you so well.

She admires your masculinity, she really does. Your stoic approach to life makes you a pillar she can rely on, both emotionally and professionally, and your body never fails to set hers ablaze. 

That's precisely why she does all of this. She loves your masculinity, she loves you. The Knave wants you all to herself, she wants you to be at her beck and call, she wants to control this strength, to have it satisfy her urges whenever she wants to. 

Control. This is what she desires. Control not only over your soul, but over your body as well. 

Arlecchino made this clear when you first got to this level of intimacy. And, quite foolishly, you agreed. But, really, how could you have resisted her unnatural, demonic allure?

Ordering you around wasn't enough for her. And so, she trained you to cum on command.

It took a lot of training, true, but for her? It was all worth it. She would pleasure you with a sleeve, and give you a countdown. If you finished at her mark, she would praise you and give you a fulfilling orgasm - certainly those were some of the best ever.

If you came too early, she would ruin your orgasm and lock your dick in chastity for the rest of the day. The pent up lust would be enough of an encouragement to do better next time. 

The punishment for being too late was far worse. Instead of denying you, Arlecchino would force you to cum. And then one more time. And one more. And once more. And again, until you were crying, begging her to stop with tears in your eyes. 

Enough said, after more than a dozen of such 'tough love' training sessions, your cock adjusted to her pace and you were able to cum whenever she told you to. This allows you to experience simultaneous orgasms, which are absolutely breathtaking. So, maybe this journey, filled with denial and post orgasm torture, was worth it…?

Another of her ideas was to control when you get hard. Believing that direct, harsh punishments for not meeting her expectations were more effective than words, Arlecchino connected an electrode to your nut sack and got to experimenting. 

She wanted to see if she can condition you to harden only to her. She used the prettiest courtesans money could buy, and zapped your balls if you did get excited. 

This was not a fun time. 

Even if the experiment didn't succeed, she did manage to teach you to control your arousal more. So much so that you couldn't resist only direct stimulation, but always got hard at her own slightest suggestion. A great achievement, if you ask her. 

Sometimes you fail to do precisely what she wants, or maybe even playfully stand up to her. In such cases, Arlecchino will be sure to administer a swift and severe punishment, always including your balls. It's the simplest way. Your lustful, male mind will get the message if she hurts your precious little jewels.

The torture includes squeezing them, pressing them between her two fingers with metal claws on, standing on them with the nails of her heels or, most terribly, crushing them with a toy. 

Just to keep things interesting, Arlecchino regularly switches up the torture device. Once it is two flat glass panes, sometimes it's a narrow, workshop press, and sometimes it's spiked. 

Although seeing you in pain doesn't bring her satisfaction, the way your whole body acts when she is punishing you is very… arousing. When the crusher is on, Arlecchino likes to sit over you, passionately making out with you. It's a little one-sided, as kissing her is notably difficult when your vulnerable balls are being pressed so tightly they turn white, but it never bothers her. More - it turns her on even more when your lips tremble, your body shivers or your speech becomes a flurry of pleas and cries. 

The mix of fear and arousal is what rings her bells. She tends to randomly bite your dick while giving blowjobs - not hard to actually hurt you, but her teeth are sharp enough to really make you feel it. It doesn't help that her tongue is just as agile as she is eloquent. Arlecchino loves to take your cock in her mouth and look you straight in the eyes, see the mix of fear and arousal, and feel your hot length throb in confusion. 

When you'll be trained to a satisfactory degree, Arlecchino will go back to more vanilla sessions. You might be the top, but make no mistake - she is the one in charge. Just one word from her is enough to make you change holes or positions, and a short countdown never fails to force your body to climax. You also know well not to do certain things - spanking her or being rough when unprompted can lead to a swift and severe punishment. 

The penalties are for your own good, she says. Arlecchino claims that she doesn't enjoy hurting you, and that the torture is as painful to her as it is to you. Still, her moans and the speed at which she fingers herself while you suffer paint a different picture. 

The majority of these sessions are fun to some degree, but sometimes Arlecchino can be very cruel. Can you say no? Well, in theory - yes. But is it a good idea to refuse her? Even if she claims she will be okay with that, you still have the stories in mind. Stories about how even her favorite subordinates could be sacked after one single failure, and vanish without a trace in the following weeks. She claims you're her first lover, but you can't for the life of you find proof for that statement. Nobody wants to utter a word about her previous lovers, even if a large bribe is on the table. The Knave did kill in the past, and with her own hands at that. Who says her previous interests couldn't be the targets of her wrath?

What's worse is that you're enthralled by her, emotionally and physically. This woman, a constant uncertainty of intentions, has you by the balls - both literally and figuratively.

Maybe it's better, then, to focus on the good, grit your teeth, open your legs and let her have her amusement.

🎃Happy Halloween!🎃

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