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skylarsblue · 16 days

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★RDR2 Incorrect Quotes★

(If you see duplicates from my COD version of these? Shh, no you didn't) ★Border made by @fairytopea★

Ms.Grimshaw What are you doing, you oaf? Young!Arthur, staring at Y/N: They’re pretty. Ms.Grimshaw …and you’re ugly, now get back to work.

- (Pre-joining the gang) Abigail, trying to get paid: What’s your favorite color, John? John: Blue. No, green. Abigail: Awesome! I love learning about you. John: I fucked up, it’s yellow.

- Arthur, cutting a huge knot out of John’s hair: I fucked up, we gotta go bald. *head locks him still* Young!John, flailing violently: WAAAAAHHHH-

Seán: Psst, Lenny, ay mate, wake up! Lenny: Huh- Wh-what? What is it? Seán: I heard something outside the tent. Lenny: What? Seán: Like a woman crying in the distance, but I couldn’t hear her footsteps. Lenny: Okay?? What do you want me to do? Seán: Come look with me! Lenny: Hell no! Seán: Why not? Lenny: I got too much melanin and too much sense for that white people shit. You wanna let demons get you, be my guest, leave me out of it.

- (John HAD to have SOMETHING that captivated her, for humor’s sake? We’ll say he had jokes)

Abigail: You have to find my darling husband, I’m so worried about him. Arthur: Seriously, what do you see in that guy? Abigail: He makes me laugh.

- Micha: I've got the urge to say something. Arthur: And what's that? Micha: The N-Word- Arthur: WHOA-

- Bill: But seriously, is it your whole emo thing that she’s into or what? John: …yeah, long flowing straight hair, very emo.

- Karen: This- Hmm. Tilly: Be nice. Karen: I’m findin’ it. Mary-Beth: …it takes you that long to find- Karen: It does, it does.

- (O’Driscoll troubles) Kieran: Arthur we’re going to get murdered. We’re going to get murdered by a man who can’t tie a fucking bow tie. Arthur: At least he won’t torture us, can’t tie a rope either.

- John: Ugh, you know they’re gonna make us do one of those tacky family happiness photos that comes in the restaurants shitty frame. Tilly: Why are you so fucking negative all the time? John: Wh- uh- I just- Arthur: *slowly sucks tea through straw*

- Seán: Someone just said; “You’re a criminal!” Seán: *handkerchief on, gun in one hand, bag of money in the other* Seán: Well I’ll tell ya what, Sherlock Holmes. You are unbelievable.

- The Gang: Arthur is dying and Micha is a rat! Dutch, dancing with money: *insert that audio that goes “I don’t give a fuck cause I’m a ✨millionaire✨, I do what I want, middle finger in the air!”*

- John, drunk: You think the wind is ever tryna tell us something and we don’t know how to hear it anymore? Charles, loading up a drunk Arthur into a wagon: I just want you to stop saying odd shit.

- Abigail: If we lose, I’m gonna cut the judge. John: Wh- you brought your switchblade?? Abigail: Mhm. John: But they patted us down on the way in, where did you hide i- ohhhhhhh.

- Arthur: …you ever wish you could just, turn into a bird and fly away from everything? Charles: I think we need to get you to a therapist for depression. John: I’d wanna be a wolf. Charles: And we should get you psych evaluation for Autism.

- Sheriff: You seem like a reasonable and good natured person. Arthur: *looks around* And you look like you need glasses.

- Abigail: What would your father say?! Jack: Uhhh “I’ll fix it!” And then make it worse until luck comes around and makes it work, and then act like that was the plan the whole time? Abigail: …that’s my bad, I should’ve used a different phrase to express my disappointment.

- (I dunno why but John being super mean to some people is so fucking funny to me. I don't hate Bill, but bullying him is fun)

Bill: You enjoyin’ the wife everyone else paid to have? John: You mean the woman I never had to pay for? The woman who liked me so much, she didn’t ask for any money to sleep with me? In fact; she liked me so much, she married me? The woman who makes me a warm dinner and kisses me everyday? Mother of my child? John: I am enjoyin’ yeah. What about you, Bill? Bill: John: You enjoyin’ your lonely life, you unlovable sorry sack of shit? You enjoyin’ having to pay for someone to pretend they like you? Cause they never actually do. They hate you actually, like me. I hate you. Eat shit and die, Bill.

- Arthur: …him? Really? Mary-Beth Don’t be mean! Arthur: He looks like a rescue dog, Mary-Beth. Mary-Beth: I know, I like that! Arthur: ….you like that?? Mary-Beth: His pathetic wet eyes and general wimpy stature have captivated me. Arthur: *sigh* Whatever makes you happy.

- Bill: At the end of the day, Arthur. I am a MAN. Arthur: A MAN WHO’S GAY. You like fellers GETTHATTHROUGHYOURHEAD!

- Dutch: I have a plan. Hosea: You haven’t planned shit. Dutch: I’ve planned it.

- Hosea: Arthur! What on earth are you doing?! Young!Arthur: Getting rid of this demon. Young!John: *screeching and trying to get out of Arthur’s grip* Hosea: And why do you plan to get rid of him? Arthur: Because, Hosea! He woke me up by leaning over me and whispering, “I know what death feels like, it’s cold. Have you felt death?” Arthur: HE’S CLEARLY EVIL, HOSEA Hosea: That’s just how children are, Arthur. Dutch: He’s right son, put the boy down. Dutch, leaning and whispering to Hosea: But maybe we should buy a Bible just in case. Hosea: And a cross.

- (Modern au and suicide joke)

John: It’s not a phase! It’s a lifestyle, you just wouldn’t get it! Arthur: You think I didn’t go through the “I can’t tell if I want to kill myself or everyone around me” phase? Come on. John: What? I don’t wanna kill myself at all. Arthur: … John: … John: Should I- should we go talk to Hose- Arthur: We should forget this conversation happened. Take this Nirvana CD and keep your mouth shut.

- Abigail: …John. John: Yes, my angel? Abigail: You forgot something. John: No I didn’t! I took the list with me, checked it three times, even crossed things off when I put it in the cart! See, look. Apples, frozen hamhocks, cranberry juice- Abigail: John. You took Jack with you. John: Abigail: John: Abigail: John: SHIT I LEFT HIM BY THE PASTA SECTION Abigail: STOP STANDING THERE AND GO GET HIM!

- Jack: Pa, how did you get mom to marry you? John: Well son, I- John: John: I have no idea. Jack: Should I ask mom? John: I’ll be honest, I don’t think she knows the answer either.

- Charles: You did good back there. Arthur: Oh? Heh, nah, you did all the fancy stuff. I just helped. Charles: Don’t undersell yourself, Arthur. I wouldn’t be complimenting you for no reason. Arthur: Oh yeah? And here I thought you were just trying to fluff up my ego. Charles: Wouldn’t hurt to do when you work so hard, no? Arthur: Now you’re just being’ sweet- John: Can y’all wait til we’re done before you start your spiritual dick sucking? Arthur: Can you repent to the lord fast enough to save your soul in the time it’ll take me to throw you into the damn ocean, Marston?!

- Arthur: Do you even have a brain? John: Do you even have someone that loves you? Arthur: John: John: I heard it that time, I’m sorry. Arthur: This is what Abigail hears sometimes, just so you know. John: I heard it that time, I got it. I- I’ll just- Arthur: Whiskey, full bottle. The nice kind. John: Apology alcohol, got it.

NPC: My husband’s parents are so crazy. In-laws always are, huh? Abigail: Well, uh-

*John being an orphan* *John’s adoptive dads being criminals, one particularly off his rocker*

Abigail: ….aha, yeah;;

- Abigail: John Marston, you useless, foolish, stupid man! Bill: To hell with John! Abigail, suddenly with a very large gun: NO ONE INSULTS MY HUSBAND.

- Arthur, holding up a proper painting he actually put time and effort into: Could a depressed person make this? Charles: The painting: *a wolf in the rain laying it’s head over the body of a deer shot with an arrow* Charles: I’m, in fact, more convinced you have depression now. Arthur: …yeah this wasn’t the best evidence for my argument, huh? Charles: No. Not at all.

- John: What are you talking about? That’s completely normal, it’s like having opinions. just cause it doesn’t happen to you doesn’t mean- Tilly: No, John! No. It’s not normal to have that reaction to the sound of hearing metal on metal. John: No look, uh- Arthur! Arthur come here! Arthur: What now? John: What happens when you hear metal on metal? Like, a can bein’ rubbed with a knife. Arthur: Ugh, I hate that sound. It makes my damn skin crawl, like I got beetles underneath. Makes me wanna skin myself to get’em out. John: Right! See, Tilly? It’s not just me! Tilly: ????

Charles: …and you never got them evaluated? Hosea: In hindsight, an autistic diagnosis probably would’ve made more things make sense. But, what can ya do.

- Arthur after a dog didn’t positively react to him: Maybe this is my final straw. Charles: No. Arthur: It might be. Charles: It’s one dog. There are twenty that you stopped to pet along the way here, plenty more for you to pet after this. Arthur: You don’t understand, this is devastatin’. Charles: Arthur, please- Arthur: Utterly devastatin’, Charles.

- Arthur, tipsy: Just cause you’re gorgeous don’t mean I’ma do whatever you say. Charles: Drink the water, Arthur. Arthur: *grabs the glass* Yes, sir.

- (Got a Y/N one, also, modern Au)

Arthur: That’s the Aberdeen farm. Y/N: …what’s wrong with it? Arthur: What’cha mean? Y/N: The vibes, they’re off. Arthur: …the…vibes? Y/N: The energy, Mister Morgan. The vibe of the place. They’re off, they’re weird, wack even. I sense insidious and wretched wavelengths wafting from the aura of that property. Arthur: I see…well, to answer your question, it’s cause they are weird. And I ain’t even confirmed why cause I don’t really wanna know. Y/N: I see you can also sense the vibes are rank. Arthur: …sure, whatever that means.

- Micha: Well I think- Y/N: Well I’m certain no one fucking asked, Micha! Not a single damn person asked what the hell you thought, ever! In fact, I’m pretty sure you don’t think. I’m pretty sure your skull fills with all the bullshit in your organs, and it just spills out your mouth! Micha: Micha: I- Y/N: Shut up, Micha!

- Arthur, after Albert explains some super dangerous plan in order to get wild animals near him to photograph: You’re stupid, I like that in a man.

- Y/N: Bye Arthur, bye Karen, bye Hosea, bye Arthur. Sadie: You said ‘bye Arthur’ twice. Y/N: I like Arthur.

- NPC: Lovebirds, eh? Sadie: Arthur: Sadie: I’d rather eat a poison ivy plant with Holly Berries for dressing. *looks at Arthur* No offense. Arthur: No no, none taken. All things considered, I’d rather dive into a pit of tar and then drag myself face first through a plain of rotten chitlins. Sadie: Completely fair!

- Bill: I need you to realize you ain’t in charge here. Y/N: I need you to realize I don’t give a shit.

- Arthur: Hey Charles, uh, I got an Uhm…a spiritual question. Charles: Any particular reason you chose to ask me? Arthur: Uh well- I didn’t mean for it to be like that- I just- Charles: *sigh* What is it? Arthur: Do you know what it means when an elk stands up on its back legs? Charles: That means- Charles: WE SHOULD LEAVE, we need to leave, that’s what that means!

- Jack: …why are your boobs so big? Charles: They’re not boobs. Jack: Do you have to wear a brasier? Charles: *sigh* Arthur: He asked me the same thing a couple weeks ago, don’t think to hard bout it.

(Story spoilers!!) Y/N: I'm sorry, let me get this straight. Y/N: You picked up that man when he was a destitute child, grieving and starving. Taught him almost everything he knows. Y/N: Then, you did that with, what? Three others? In similar circumstances? Y/N: Created a sense of family and community, a strong bond between so many misfortuned people. With your trustworthy long term friend by your side. Y/N: And then. Y/N: One RAT. WHO IS OPENLY ANTAGONISTIC AND REEKS OF SUSPICION AS MUCH AS HE DOES HORSE SHIT, SOMEHOW CONVINCES YOU TO GO OFF YOUR ROCKER AND HARM YOUR GANG?! Y/N: Explain! Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: He praised me- Y/N: YOUR PRAISE KINK GOT YOU TO AIM A GUN AT YOUR SONS????

- Arthur: Naaah they’re an angel. Lenny: They punched Bill in the face. Seán: They told Strauss he was a waste of human material, in his own language, which they’re not fluent in. Mary-Beth: They framed Micha for a crime and got him put in prison again. Arthur: Like I said, an angel!

- John: Woman. (Translation: Darling.) Abigail: Moron. (Translation: Lovebug.)

Arthur: You tellin’ me they’re being affectionate right now? Jack: Can’t’cha read subtext, Uncle Arthur? Arthur: ???

(Insert Alcohol is truth serum reference)

Drunk Bill: Not to be gay, but you’re gorgeous bro. Kieran, afraid: You don’t have to be gay to appreciate a man’s beauty. Absolutely shit-faced Bill: Nah, like I’d fuck you, bro. Kieran, terrified: Okay, never mind!

- (How I imagine their first couple years together went)

Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: How do you feel about me? Hosea, naked & beside him: ….we’re sharin’ a bedroll, Dutch. Dutch: Yes, but what are we, Hosea? Hosea: ….we’re both naked, alone, in a tent, Dutch. Dutch: That doesn’t answer my question. Hosea:

- (This one's sad, not funny, sorry-) John: You’re such a hypocrite, why is it that anything I do that you’ve done before that you get so bent outta shape?! Arthur: Because I’ve done it before you, John. John: So why do you think it’s fair to tell me not to?! Most people are proud when their younger brother ends up like’em. You don’t want anyone like you, is that it? Arthur: John: John: …oh. Arthur: Now that you got my point, will you take my god damn advice without a big fuss…please.

- John: She drives me insane! She somehow managed to make me the angriest I’ve ever been almost daily. NPC: Then leave her. John: The fu- no. What? She’s the wind beneath my wings, my darling wife, my beautiful angel. How the hell could you even think to suggest such a thing? NPC: But- John: Get outta my sight, you fuckin’ disgrace.

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tired-and-ticklish · 3 months

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Rough Day

Summary: Angel Dust's had a rough and long day at work, no pun intended. Niffty helps him unexpectedly relax.

TW: Tickling, Mentions of Valentino, Mentions of Angel's job, Swearing, Mentions of safewords being ignored.

I couldn't get this idea out of my mind after seeing this scene from the show.

Part Two

“Oh fuuuuuuuck!” Angel groaned as he entered the hotel, cracking his back as he did.

Today had not been a good day for him. First, Valentino wanted some ‘quality time’ with him, which always put Angel in a terrible mood and headspace. Then, that fucking moth had him work for what felt like an eternity. No rest, no food breaks, nothing. Everything felt sore, and the spider was just happy there was a shower at the studio. Otherwise, he’d have to wait till he got to the hotel to clean up.

He just wanted to face plant into the first soft object he found and pass out for the rest of the day.

“You look messy!” Nifty said, startling Angel as she hopped out of a potted plant. “What happened to you?”

“More like ‘who happened to me?’ and the answer? Everyone. Twice.” Angel groaned, beginning to head for the couch. “Val had me working sixteen hours on a fucking limb! The absolute dick-”

The spider demon’s rant was cut off, biting his lip slightly. He hadn’t noticed Niffty jump onto his back, until he felt her dusting him off, tickling him and causing him to freeze. Angel quickly reached his lower arms around and tried to pull her off before anyone could notice.

“I appreciate the help.” He told the maid “But I don’t need dusting.”

“But, you’re messy.” Niffty repeated, and as if to emphasize her point, trying to reach up to fix Angel’s hair.

“Yeah well, I’m not some piece of fucking furn-Ack!”

The maid was ignoring him, as Angel felt the feather duster now on his neck. This was bad, he realized as he bit his lip. Sure, he was the taller demon, but Niffty was faster, already out of range of his hands and back on his back. He needed to stay composed, as he noticed Husk, Charlie, and Vaggie watching him from the sidelines.

“N-Nihihihihift, c-come on, I think I’m c-clehehheeean now.” Angel tried to plead, a few giggles escaping as the duster left his neck and headed for his worst spot, his armpits. Having six arms was both a blessing, and curse, especially since the spider had kept his worst spots from when he was alive. There was no way he’d be able to keep it in if she got there.

“You’re clean when I say you’re clean.” The cyclops told him, and before Angel could attempt to plead any further, the feathers made contact.

He clamped his upper set of arms down as a small squeal came out of him. The spider demon felt an unintentional smile begin to form on his face, and despite his clamped arms, the duster was still moving.

“N-Nihihihihfty plehehehehease!” He couldn’t help it anymore, laughter was starting to pour out of him.

“Angel… Are you…Ticklish?” Charlie asked, and Angel could practically hear the smile in her voice. Though, considering the Princess of Hell, that was an easy thing to listen for.

“N-Noohohohoh, fuhuhuhuhck ohohohohoff!”

“Oh my Satan, he actually is.” Vaggie said, clearly enjoying the show as she chuckled.

“Niihihihihihffty plehehehehease!” Angel covered his face with one of his hands, trying to hide his smile.

It wasn’t that Angel hated being tickled, or wasn’t used to it. He hated when Valentino did it, or any of the clients Val gave him did it. ‘Safewords’ and ‘boundaries’ were not words in the Overlord’s vocabulary, and oftentimes, he and the clients would be too rough, making the spider demon cry out in pain more than pleasure. They made fun of him, and touched places he hated, especially his feet, especially when Valentino was in a bad mood.

But the gentle tickles of the feather duster? Niffty not staying in one spot too long as he felt her move it to his ribs? That was the kind of tickling Angel enjoyed, the softer side of it, and it was embarrassing. He was a pornstar, for fuck’s sake, he shouldn’t enjoy something like this! Or at least, if he did, it should have been in the kinky sense.

And yet, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the non-sexual aspect of it, how freeing it felt to just laugh and let himself go. Angel Dust liked being tickled, and the idea of his hotel companions finding out embarrassed him even more. Even so, Angel couldn’t find it in himself to throw the smaller sinner off him. Sometimes, Niffty reminded him of Molly in a way, and that tugged at the part of him that still cared about people.

“W-Waahahahait wahahahait shhihihit!” Angel’s knees buckled, him sliding to the floor as the maid continued dusting him off, though he heard her let out a small giggle, obviously knowing what she was doing.

“Just a few more spots, then you’re done!” She assured him, letting out another mischievous laugh as Angel squealed.

“P-Plehehehehease Iihihhihi cahahahaan’t tahhaahake- NOHOHOHOT THEHHRHERE!”

His lower set of armpits was attacked, for some reason, those ones were much worse than his upper arms. It was like the further down you went, the more sensitive Angel’s body became. And yet, he still wasn’t feeling any actual distress. Hell, the weirdest part about all of this was that it was helping him relax.

“NHIHIHIHIHIFFTY!”

As soon as it started, it was all over, Angel feeling the feathers being removed. He caught his breath, hugging himself in an attempt to get those phantom tickles away. Looking up, he spotted Husk, who had lifted Niffty off the spider demon.

“Hey, I think I saw some roaches on the other side of the hotel-” The cat demon began, and, as the mention of any sort of bug, the cyclops maid took off like a bullet. Husk shook his head a bit, before offering a hand to Angel. “You still alive, legs?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Angel said, waving one of his hands while another accepted Husk’s. The spider was pulled to his feet.

“How are you feeling?” Charlie asked, Angel’s cheeks turning a shade of pink as he realized they had all seen him lose it.

“I-I mean, it wasn’t… awful.” Angel said as casually as he could muster, trying not to let them know he enjoyed it. The Princess of Hell let out a small squeak, sparkles in her eyes.

“We could do that for trust exercises!”

“Do… what?”

“Tickling!”

“I think it’s a wonderful idea!” All four of them were suddenly startled by Alastor’s presence, the Radio Demon apparently having been watching from wherever he had been. “After all, you’re never fully dressed without a smile!”

“Well that sounds like a big fucking riot, but I’m going to pass.” Husk said, already starting to back away despite how calm his voice sounded.

“I-I think Niffty got me enough for the day.” Angel began, also backing away.

Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor were looking at them with mischievous smiles, coming closer toward the spider and cat. Husk tried to remain casual, like he wasn’t trying to run up to his room, while Angel held up all four of his hands pleadingly, a nervous smile already stretching onto his face.

“Ten~” The Radio Demon began.

Both Angel and Husk took off like two bats out of Hell, hearing Charlie’s excited giggles and Vaggie’s threatening teases as they ran. Soon enough, Alastor’s countdown was finished, both girls running after their targets. The Radio Demon twirled his microphone cane, before casually following along.

‘What an interesting venture this hotel is turning out to be.’ Alastor thought with a chuckle.

#tickle fic #hazbin hotel tickle #lee!angel dust #ler!niffty #sorry it's a bit short #or if some characters seem out of character

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penaltyboxboxbox · 4 months

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any genderbend headcanons you would like to share 👀????

YEAH....YEAH I DO....theyre all pretty random and non specific but if you want to hear me ramble about my girl drivers here u go

Charles: she's a non conventional fashion girlie...........she likes to dress quite femininely and and gets a lot of fashion based brand deals so she is often pairing skirts and such with her sportswear and it sometimes looks a bit silly. a lot of her fits are like...is it a fit or is she just really pretty and wearing designer lol. the skirt i drew her in is what I THINK would be her version of the quali pants, it's this knit skirt from gucci 💁‍♂️

Carlos: she is like two steps away from being a high bun lesbian. still keeps her FEM VIBES mostly because of family pressure. but the second she gets put in a dress its all a little . hm. youre a masc arent you.

Pierre: happy to be the paddock baddie like....she embraces it fully. she got a boob job and doesnt care if people know. constantly hints at being bisexual on instagram but will never confirm.

Esteban: the girl who had the most major glow up............and who has also had a bob her whole gd life. literally lives in a lulu jacket and yoga pants like its her uniform. she and pierre had the most toxic codependent girl friendship of all time. she's soooo so so tall and always got mad growing up because none of the boys liked her cause she was taller than them and got teased about it....still tall as fuck

Lance: my tall and beautiful wife...every few months she chops her bangs too short and everyone cries until they grow out again. she hates having hair in her eyes.... hates dresses and heels since she always sits with her legs out...gotta be comfy duh..

Fernando: milflonso............she was an it girl in her youth and then got divorced and came out as a lesbian and became an irresistible masc

George: the preppiest girl you can imagine she will never cut her hair AND she will wear a skort. extreme complex about being a tall girl.

Lewis: ultimate fashionista like she gets it....changes her hair a lot more than boy lewis....extremely in denial lesbian who dates the gayest men imaginable

Yuki: shes a hey mamas lesbian. she flirts so hard with pierre from like eye level with her huge boobs. kind of a fuckboy she swears she'll treat you rightttt come on babyyyy

Daniel: used to be such a hotgirl such a coolgirl like in her younger days she had long long hair and dressed sexy and was all about pushing this like....im a hot girl but im also so cool and just like the boys 😜 (she was overcompensating for something) but after she leaves redbull she like cuts off all her hair and slowly starts mascing the fuck out as she gets older.....now shes just straight up soft butch and everyone knows she kisses girls

Max: grew up forced to have the worst bowlcut in the world and never got to be very girly or anything so when she grew up she finally let her hair grow long and never cuts it. has barely any personal style and still cannot walk in heels tho.

Checo: arguably the one who cleans up the best like shes the one with the makeover montage everyone is so used to seeing her in red bull gear and a ponytail every damn day the second she puts on an outfit everyones like HELLO?????

Valtteri: used to be permanently in the low pony tail and attempting to dress acceptably business casual woman enough for things but after she left merc just embraced being a butch. has the same mullet as guy val. hallelujah

Guanyu: suuuuuch a fashion girl and absolutely rules instagram and weibo..........always doing photoshoots and stuff. experiments with cute hairstyles a lot, but always keeps her bangs ☝️

Alex: used to be super plain like wore big hoodies and just left her hair long and straight and hanging there until one day she got the chop+undercut going on.......now shes well aware shes everyones ideal boyfriend if he were a girlfriend.

Logan: my florida girl......my natural blonde with her little ponytail.....when she was growing up her parents definitely put her shirts like this

Lando: she is a racing driver as much as she is an influencer.............people discourse about if shes fanservicing like every 2 seconds. girl gamer and proud.

Oscar: she lives in gym clothes. nike pros or leggings every day with the most boring shirt. never does her hair or wears makeup

KMag: best mom everrrrrrr 🫶

Nico: she talks openly about how men are very intimidated by her. she is indeed kind of scary.

#ask #genderbend

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 5 months

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Times Jack&co were in Y/n's videos

main masterlist

jack hughes x commentary youtuber!reader universe

note: the videos Y/n films is completely inspired/stolen from Brittany Broski, from 'brooke and conner make a podcast', as well as moments from the sturiolo triplets :) go check them all out if you haven't yet, they're all very funny

Since Y/n had just moved in with her boyfriend and his brother, none of her furniture was with her, and therefore she couldn’t film in her new office, unless she wanted to sit on the floor. So she made sure it was alright with both brothers if she could film in the living room. The two hockey players of course said yes, not having a reason not to.

“‘Why don’t you believe Italy is real?’”

Luke had just walked in to get water from the kitchen, not thinking anything of it as he listened in on his brother’s girlfriend’s video.

“Okay, ‘Italy’” Y/n says, making a quotation motion with her fingers, “There’s no way a country is actually shaped that way. That is the dumbest shape I have ever seen. Italy is filled with a bunch of goofy little guys too, number one being the Pope.” She says, both Y/n and Luke bursting into laughter.

“What the fuck?” Luke laughs out looking towards Y/n.

“Sorry about him. Anyway… I wish Italy was real.”

“Listen to me. The best post nut clarity-” Y/n gets cut off by her boyfriend laughing, while entering the front door with Luke, both back from practice. Y/n getting a “WHAT?” from Luke.

“Ignore them- the best post nut clarity is quitting a job you hate, you just think ‘what the fuck was I doing?’ trust me, quit your job. Next question.”

“My supreme court- it’s gonna be like a March Madness type of thing and, hey, maybe I don’t know what that means by the way.”

“You don’t know what that means.” Luke says, from his spot leaning against the kitchen counter, not looking up from his phone.

“Don’t listen to him. We’re gonna do a March Madness thing-”

–

During Y/n’s first visit to the Lake House, Trevor asked if they could do the deaf, mute, and blind baking challenge. And of course Y/n said yes, together they got Jack to agree, as long as Trevor was the mute one.

“I need a towel.” Jack says, his hand covered in egg yolk, and being blind he couldn’t exactly grab it himself.

“Whisk it, love.”

“A towel.”

“Whisk it.”

“Baby, a towel.” The hockey player said, over pronouncing his words, hoping his girlfriend could read his lips. Trevor was just listening, while grabbing the whisk himself and whisking the batter.

“Whisk.”

“Babe. A. Towel.”

Y/n gives a confused look towards, what she calls their peanut gallery, looking towards Quinn for help. He points towards the towel for her.

“Ohhhh. Baby just say that.”

While Y/n was helping a blind Jack wash his hands, Trevor decided it would be best for him to pour the batter into the cupcake trays. All the while getting the batter seemingly everywhere. After drying Jack’s hands, Y/n turns around to see Trevor trying to clean up his mess.

“What the fuck?”

“What?” a clueless Jack asks, “What he do.”

“He got batter everywhere, it’s crazy because you’re not blind. So in theory you should be able to do that.” Y/n says, causing Trevor to nod along.

–

Also while on the Lake House trip, Trevor asked to film a podcast episode with her, which included all the guys. Y/n had to have some structure for the episode or it would just not be usable, the guys would talk over each other.

“Would you rather never cut your hair again, or never cut your toenails again. Never cut your hair obviously.” Y/n said, reading the questions off her phone.

“Yeah, hair.”

“Hair.”

“Never trim toenails again.” Trevor said into his mic.

“Trevor. What?”

“I would file my toenails.”

Y/n rolls her eyes, before saying, “I- yeah.”

“Smash or Pass Smurfette?”

“Pass obviously? She’s a 2 inch Smurf”

“Nah, Smurfette lowkey-”

The group turns to look at Luke, mouths dropped, as Y/n says, “We simply have to move on from that.”

“Ketchup or mustard? Ketchup. But you really hate ketchup.”

“Yeah.”

“He hates it so much, if it’s even close to his meal, he won’t eat it.” Luke cuts in.

“Okay, so how close to your meal could ketchup be where you would still eat it?”

“...Baby tomatoes.” Jack says, before all the boys burst into laughter, Y/n still laughing while saying. “Jack baby, we’re talking distance, sweetheart.”

“Can I ask you something?” Cole asks Y/n, looking from over Trevor.

“Yeah.”

“Who are your top celeb crushes?”

“Just three?” Cole nods, while Y/n needs to think, “Have to be Harry Styles. Duh. Then… Florence Pugh, I love her, and Andrew Garfield.”

“Now fuck, marry, kill those three.”

“No.” Y/n says immediately, causing the guys to laugh, “No… Okay, Marry- No! Kill… I can’t. We have to move on or the rest of the hour will be me sitting here thinking about it.”

“So what do you know about hockey?”

“Trev, to be honest, I can’t say I know much. I know that…”

“So that answers that.” Quinn says, after Y/n pauses for a few moments.

“No, I know somethings, I know that there are only five guys allowed on the ice, plus the goalie. But you know that.”

The guys are quiet for a moment assuming Y/n will name a few more rules she knows, but Luke speaks up when she’s still silent, “You don’t know much, huh.”

“Okay, what do you know about Digimon? We all have our areas.”

“How much money have you spent on Digimon cards?” Quinn asks, from the end of the couch, Jack between them.

“I spent $6,000 on one blister pack.”

“Are you serious?”

“That’s insane.”

“God.. So you’re like a full blown nerd.”

“Thanks Trevor.”

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x-reader-theater · 6 months

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Help

summary: Ghost knocks on your door at 3 am asking for help with something.

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Gender Neutral!Reader

word count: 1420 (nice)

warnings: mentions of anti-suicide chairs but nothing explicit is talked about.

a/n: i started this last night and finished it today while my head was hurting both times so sorry if this sucks. my requests are open and you can find my request rules here.

The clock turns over to 3 am, and you’re finally getting ready for bed when you hear a knock at your door. Now, if you were any other soldier, 3 am would be a terrible wakeup call, with only 3 hours left of sleep and probably having been in the middle of their REM cycle. But your insomnia just wanted to be different.

You get about three hours of sleep a night, four if you’re lucky, but tonight seems to be an unlucky, two hours of sleep at most for you. It’s fine, maybe some extra aches and pains in the morning or nausea that you can't get rid of, but you’ve been living your whole life like this. You’ve got used to it.

The knock sounds again on the door, and you shout out, “Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’, I’m comin’.” You throw open the door and, standing in front of you, is Ghost, just his simple skull balaclava on, hands behind his back. “Oh! Ghost! What can I do you for?” you quip with an inviting smile.

“I need your help,” he says, series, causing your smile to drop for a moment. It’s only a moment though, as when he pulls his hands from behind his back, your smile returns, though this time it's a relieved smile.

He's holding a set of clippers in one hand, and a set of hair cutting scissors in the other.

You open the door wider in a silent invitation to come in. While Ghost sets the clippers and scissors on your dresser, you walk to the closet and pull out the tarp you stole from one of the many storehouses on base. No one made any mention of it being gone, so they either didn't notice, or Ghost may have pulled some strings.

You hear Ghost taking off his mask on the other side of the room and keep your head tilted down as you lay the tarp on the once light grey, short carpeted floor of your room. You grab the desk chair that rocks back and forth when you set it on the tarp. An anti-suicide chair that probably doesn’t work very well.

When you look back up at Ghost, you’re expecting him to have a black paper mask over his mouth and nose like he always does. But his face is bare.

Your eyes glance over his scarred face, tracing the scar that you knew ran from his eyebrow down to his chin, but now you can see the whole thing unobstructed. It bisects his lips, creating a permanent frown on one side of his face. His nose is crooked from being broken over and over again, and there’s what looks like a burn wound in his cheek, like he was poked with a hot poker.

When your eyes meet his deep brown ones, you can see genuine fear reflected back at you. You smile at him, and watch as a light blush blossoms on his face.

“Have a seat,” you say, breaking eye contact to collect the shears.

When Ghost sits down, you walk behind him, running your hands through his hair, scratching at his scalp with your nails. His eyes close slowly, and you smile as he relaxes into the chair.

The sound of the clippers fills the room as you cut his hair exactly how he likes it. It hasn't been that long since his last cut, but you know he hates the feeling of too much hair underneath his mask.

You shear down the sides and back and switch off the clippers, setting them aside before taking the scissors to the top of Ghost’s head.

His hair is blonde and curly, and when cut too short makes him look like a Roman in one of those movies, or like Cupid. You like to keep the top just a little longer to combat that, even if Ghost doesn’t get it.

“Where did you learn to cut hair?” Ghost asks quietly, and your heart pounds as you hear his voice unobstructed by a mask for the first time ever.

Ghost asks you this question every time you cut his hair. You think it’s because he thinks other people don’t like silence like he does. You don't mind. You’d do anything to make him comfortable.

“My mother was a hairdresser. She would bring me to work when I didn’t have school,” you say, continue to shape Ghost’s hair. “She would teach me how to cut hair as she worked on clients. She didn't make enough money to support herself as she got older, and it got harder for her to take on more clients.” You tilt Simon’s head back, so he’s looking into your eyes. “It’s why I joined the military. Any money I make goes directly to her.”

Ghost closes his eyes, and you continue to work, but they open again when you pause, just looking into Simon’s face. Your free hand is carding through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. Your eyes are looking at his soft looking lips, and he bites his bottom lip for a moment before releasing it. You let out a small gasp as he does so, hand tightening in his hair ever so slightly.

The flush darkens on the apples of his cheeks, and you feel yourself leaning down slowly. Your head is pounding, and your heart is stuttering in time with your breathing. You’re moving slowly, giving Ghost time to move or push you away, but he doesn’t. He continues to stare up at you as you lean over.

Your eyes slip shut, and your lips meet his. His lips are just as soft as you thought they would be, and they part slightly in a gasp. After a moment, you pull away.

“I’m sorry,” you say, feeling your face heat up.

Ghost’s eyes flutter open, and he reaches up, grabbing at your wrist that’s connected to the hand still in his hair. You let go of his blond locks, and he pulls your hand down to his face and kisses the inside of your wrist. “It’s okay,” he says with a small smile, and your heart thuds in your chest at seeing Ghost smile for the first time.

You feel your face turn even hotter, and you just stare at him, wide-eyed. When he finally lets go of your wrist, you place it back in his hair again, coming through it as you cut it once more.

You can't keep the smile off your face as you shape the rest of his hair.

Finally, you put the scissors down next to the clippers and run both your hands through his hair, shaking it out to get as much cut hair out of it as possible. When you think it’s good enough, you take a step back.

“Do you want to look at it?” you ask, knowing what he's going to say anyway. It’s part of the routine.

“No, thank you,” he says, like always.

You nod and smile, waiting for him to stand up and get off the tarp to let you clean up. While he puts on his mask again and grabs his clippers and scissors, you move your chair back to its desk and fold up the tarp, so none of the hair gets out, before carting it into the bathroom to throw out the hair.

When you’re finally done with that, you walk back out into your room, and startle when you see Ghost is still standing there, waiting. You fold up the tarp and place it in your closet before walking over to him.

He’s wearing his mask once more, but the bottom is pulled up to his nose, exposing his mouth.

“Do you need anything else?” You ask. This is routine. Then again, neither was the kiss.

He shakes his head. “Just wanted to say goodnight.”

“Oh!” you exclaim. “Good-”

He cuts you off, leaning in and kissing you again. This time, he kisses back, placing a hand on the nape of your neck as you grab at the T-shirt that’s right across his shoulders. You lean into the kiss, trying to press your body to his, but eventually you need to swim up for air.

You pull away, panting, and your eyes flutter open as Ghost says, “Goodnight,” before kissing you quickly one last time and turning on his heel, walking out your door.

The door closes, and you stand there, watching it, and bring your fingers up to your lips, trying to

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yxngbxkkie · 10 months

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anything for you (k.s)

helllo, my loves! i hope everyone is having a wonderful day/evening. are we ready for the next part of my skz street racer series?? i absolutely love this fic 🥹 it's so adorable, and seungmin is 😩 happy readings 💓

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

"You did it!" You squeal, running towards your boyfriend, Kim Seungmin.

Seungmin catches you after you jump into his open arms. He swings you around as your arms wrap around his neck. "Thank you for being here," he whispers into your ear, tightening his grip on you.

He sets you back on your feet before leaning down to kiss you. One of your hands rests on the back of his neck, your fingers playing with the small hairs.

"Of course I'd be here. It's your big race, baby," you chuckle, placing a few kisses on both of his cheeks. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Seungmin smiles fondly at you, bringing a hand to your cheek. He strokes it before he gently pinches it. "I love you so much, baby," he breathes out, capturing your lips in another kiss.

"I love you too, Seungmin. So fucking much," you grin, lacing his hands with yours.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when someone slaps their hand on the table. You jump in your seat, quickly glancing towards the culprit.

Suyeon smiles at you while sitting in the seat across from yours. "Finally, I got your damn attention," she laughs, shrugging her bag off of her shoulders. "What were you thinking about?"

"It's nothing," you brush off the topic, not wanting to open that can of worms. "Work's just been crazy."

Your friend flags a waiter over to your table before she meets your gaze. "Has it really? Or are you lying to me?" She asks, leaning her chin against the palm of her hand.

A light chuckle escapes your lips. "I can't get anything past you, can I?" You joke with her, dropping your gaze to the ice cold drink in front of you. "I was thinking about Seungmin."

"Again?" She asks with a sigh, her shoulders deflating.

You tilt your head up, stopping the tears from blurring your vision. "You say it like I have a problem," you mutter, pursing your lips. "I was practically in love with him, Suy."

She reaches across the table, grabbing a hold of your hand. "I know. I'm sorry. I just hate seeing you so upset over him," she mentions with a frown.

"Yeah," you laugh, wiping some of the tears away. "I hate it too."

Suyeon gently strokes the back of your hand with her thumb as the two of you sit in silence. The door to the café opens, and the sound of the bell echoes off the walls. You glance towards the group of people that just walked in, and your eyes widen, knowing exactly who they are.

"Dude, I'm so sick of this Seungmin guy," one of them rants to another, not bothering to keep his voice low.

You squeeze your best friend's hand, causing her to look in your direction. "What -" You cut her off by giving her a look, flicking your gaze towards the group standing in line.

"Are you sick of him because you suck?" The dude's buddy asks with a laugh, earning a slap to the back of the head. "Ouch, dude, the fuck?"

"I don't suck. I'm just as good as him. He's just a little fucking pest."

You release Suyeon's hand before grabbing your phone and texting her. "They're talking about Seungmin. I know who they are. They're not good people."

"Yo, are you serious?? How do you know them??"

"It's… a long story. Seungmin is a street racer. He's very good, and it seems like that guy isn't very fond of him winning all the time."

"Wait, wait, you dated A STREET RACER!? AND I JUST NOW KNOW ABOUT IT?!"

You roll your eyes at her message, giving the brunette a funny look. You look back down at your phone, texting her back.

"Well, I didn't know until about a year into our relationship. He didn't want me involved because they could get a bit dangerous. Which is what I'm currently thinking about these guys."

"What are you gonna do? Warn Seungmin?"

You let out a deep breath, leaning back into your chair. "I haven't talked to him in almost four months," you say out loud.

Suyeon glances towards the group of guys at the counter. "Yeah, but if they have intentions of hurting him. I'm sure he'd appreciate the heads up," she mentions, tapping her fingers against the top of her phone case.

"I know," you mutter.

After the group of guys grabbed their order, they started filing out the door one by one. "He's going to be at the race tonight," the same guy says to the other, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We'll run him off the road. Make a big accident."

"Good idea. Then you won't have competition anymore."

They exit the café and your gaze meets Suyeon's. "I have to call Seungmin," you tell her before standing up from your seat.

She nods her head in understanding before you run out the door. You scroll through your contacts, quickly finding Seungmin's name. You click on it and press the device against your ear, leaning your back against the brick building.

It rings for what feels like a while, praying that he answers the phone. "Come on, come on," you repeat to yourself, glancing around the semi-busy streets. Your call goes to voicemail, and you release a sigh. "I don't know why I expected him to answer."

You try to call him again, receiving the same result. You curse at yourself and tilt your head back. "Well," you push yourself off of the wall, "I guess I'm going to a street race tonight."

"Are you sure you should be going by yourself?" Suyeon asks you through your phone.

You shrug your shoulders as you walk closer to the street they usually start on. "Probably not but I didn't want to involve you," you mention, checking each direction before walking across the street. "If anything, I have pepper spray in my bag."

Your friend sighs. "Okay, but if it goes south, let me know," she mentions.

"I will, I promise," you tell her, noticing the line of sports cars up ahead. You see Seungmin's immediately, easily spotting his vehicle. "I see his yellow ass car. I gotta go."

"Stay safe. Love you."

You bid her goodbye and quicken your steps, wanting to reach him before the race starts. You look down at your watch, taking note that you've got about seven minutes to warn him.

A pit of nerves sets off in your stomach as you get closer and closer. He hasn't changed a bit. He still looks like the boy you fell in love with two years ago.

You weave around the vehicles, noticing one of his friends hanging out with him. "Seungmin," you call out to him, gaining his attention.

"Y/N?" He asks with a confused look. Seungmin says something to Changbin before making his way over to you. "What are you doing here?"

"That group of guys over there?" You stealthily point in the direction they're standing in, Seungmin's gaze following. "They're out for you."

He laughs at your accusation. "What? What do you mean they're out for me?" He asks you while crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't have time for this.

You start to panic again when he starts walking away from you. "Seungmin -" you start but he quickly cuts you off.

"No, Y/N. I have a race to focus on," he stops, turning to face you.

Tears pool in your eyes, thinking about what could happen if he participates in this race. "I- Listen to me please," you beg, moving forward before reaching a hand out to him. "I overheard them talking earlier today. They're jealous that you're so good at this, and they're planning to cause a major accident… with you in it."

His eyes soften as you explain the situation, noticing the tears in your eyes. "Okay, take a deep breath," Seungmin tells you softly, one of his hands grabbing yours. You do as he tells you, taking a deep breath in before letting it out. "There you go."

"I don't want you to get hurt," you whisper, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder. "I still care about you despite the fact that we're broken up."

Seungmin brings his free hand to your back, gently rubbing it. "I appreciate you telling me. I'm sorry I didn't believe you," he mumbles. "I can't back out of the race now, though. It's too late."

You pull away from him before wiping your face. "What if I join you? They wouldn't take out someone they don't know, right?" You ask him, squeezing his hand.

"And if they do? I don't want you getting hurt either," Seungmin sighs while stroking the back of your hand.

"Then we don't give them the chance," you suddenly say, lifting your head to look him in the eyes. "You're the best street racer I know. Make them eat dust."

Your ex-boyfriend laughs, and your heart races at the sight of his smile. "I will make them eat dust," he confirms with a nod. "But, you are staying here. I'm not risking you getting injured."

"Fine," you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest.

The two of you walk over to his vehicle together. Seungmin opens the driver's side door before getting into the driver's seat. Once he's settled, you shut the door for him and lean your elbows against the open window frame.

"Be careful, okay?" You whisper after hearing the announcer call all racers to the starting line.

"You know I will," he smiles at you before giving you a cheeky wink. "Wait for me. I'll bring you home after."

You nod your head, pulling back from the vehicle. Seungmin grabs a hold of your hand before you can get too far and brings it to his face, kissing the back of it.

You feel yourself getting shy, missing the way his lips felt against your skin. "I love you," you whisper to him, swallowing thickly.

His eyes widen at your words, his hand gently squeezing yours. "I love you too," Seungmin mutters, a smile coming to his lips. "I gotta go."

You nod your head, taking a step back from his vehicle. The two of you smile at one another before he starts it. You move across the street after he drives away. You weave through the group of people, trying to get towards the front.

You see Seungmin's yellow car towards the front of the line. You clasp your hands together as the flag woman walks in front of them. She raises the black and white flag, waving them around before suddenly dropping them.

The eight cars speed off, and you clench your fists as Seungmin quickly gets in first, watching each car disappear around the first corner.

"You got this, Seungmin," you whisper to yourself.

You stand on your toes, waiting for the racers to come back. One of the other driver's is live streaming their race, and you've caught small glimpses of it. A large smile comes to your lips when you notice Seungmin was still first.

"This Kim guy is crazy," one of the guys you're standing with says.

"He is," you agree.

The sound of their cars grow louder and louder, signaling that they're close to the finish line. You shove your hands in your pockets, keeping your eyes on the street behind you.

Seungmin drifts around the corner, causing you to release a sharp gasp. The smile on your lips widens as his vehicle speeds past you. You scream loudly as he crosses the finish line, jumping up and down excitingly.

"Yes, baby!" You clap your hands before sprinting down the street. He exits the vehicle after pulling off to the side, his smile making your heart flutter some more. "I'm so proud of you!"

You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling his arms snake around your waist. "I did it," he whispers into your ear, spinning you in circles. "I did it… for you."

A gasp escapes your lips, pulling back from him a bit. "For me?" You ask in a quiet voice, running your fingers through his hair.

"I love you so much. I'm so sorry for letting you go four months ago," he apologizes to you, his arms gently squeezing you.

You grin down at him, moving your hands to his face. You stroke his cheeks before smashing your lips against his. His fingers trail up your spine as he kisses you back, deepening it instantly.

"I love you, Kim Seungmin," you whisper after pulling away.

"I love you, Y/N L/N," he says before kissing you again. "Now, let me get you home."

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joels-golf-club · 9 months

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Play Along

A/n: I'm writing this at literally 2 in the morning so this could very well be trash but we shall see. Okay so I hate the way I ended this but the rest is kinda cute so I'm posting it anyway, enjoy :)

All my works are 18+ MDI

Word count: 2K

Warnings: Literally just Joel being the best gentleman, Pre-Outbreak!Joel, Lowkey cliche, no use of Y/n, drinking, One creepy guy, reader is uncomfortable, slight unwanted touching, Joel (he always needs a warning), light swearing, I think that's it but lmk if I missed anything.

It was supposed to be a fun night out with your best friend that you hadn't seen in forever. The plan was to go out to a bar your friend liked, have a few drinks, and catch up on what you had missed in the time you two had been separated.

But that plan quickly went out the window. You both showed up and chatted for a while but your friend quickly found someone she deemed worthy of her time and went to the dance floor, leaving you to nurse another drink alone at the bar. That honestly wasn't bad at first. Your drink was about as good as you good get in the small honky tonk bar, the music wasn't bad, maybe a little twangy, but nothing horrible, but then he showed up.

You don't even remember his name, James? Jason? You couldn't remember but you do know that he asked you to dance, and being a few too many drinks deep you said yes. At first he kept a respectable distance between the two of you and his hands stayed high on your back and arms as you danced to the music, but after a song or two his hands began to wander and he pulled you closer. It wasn't terrible until he pulled you flush against him and ran his hot, wet mouth down your neck.

"Okay, I'm getting hot, I think I need another drink! Let go." You shouted over the music but he seemed determined to stay with you.

"It's not that hot in here, just one more song, come on! Then I can think of something else we can do." The innuendo wasn't lost on you and you quickly sobered up a bit. He made another grab for your arm but you pulled it away at the last second and searched the room for your friend with no luck. It seemed she had gone home with that guy, or at the very least disappeared somewhere with him.

"No, I'm actually here with someone so I'm just gonna go find him. This was fun though." You tried to be polite whilst your eyes bounced around the room in search for anywhere you could go, at this point you were almost completely sober and just wanted a way out of this situation.

"Bullshit! You were alone at that bar long before I got to you. Now don't be such a bitch and come over here again!" John or maybe Jackson shouted a little too near to your ear for comfort, causing you to immediately flinch away.

Then your eyes landed on him. Dark messy hair and broad shoulders in a tight green flannel connected to long legs covered in tight dirty jeans. His back was to you and you prayed he was really as alone here as he looked because you made a beeline to him while tossing a, "There's my friend!" over your shoulder. You could tell he followed after you but you just walked faster until you were right next to where the other man stood near the bar counter.

"There you are babe! I've been looking for you!" You called to him and threw your arms around his neck before whispering in his ear when he stiffened at your touch. "Please play along, this guy won't leave me alone." The man didn't answer but he relaxed and wrapped his arms around you for a few seconds before pulling back. By now, the other guy had reached the two of you and glared at the man who now had his arm over your shoulder.

"Hey darlin', been looking all over for you. Who's your friend?" He was playing along to your great relief and glared just as harshly at the unrelentless man before you.

"Oh, this is, uh, Jason-"

"John, actually, and who are you?" John, it turned out to be, cut you off and looked the other man up and down, sizing him up.

"I'm Joel, how do you know my girlfriend?" Joel, stared right back and kept his tone clipped and harsh. Joel was a little shorter, but he was broader and filled out his sleeves much more than John did, no doubt intimidating the creep.

"Girlfriend? This bitch? Yeah have fun with that..." John quickly trailed off as Joel's glare deepened and he took a threatening step forward at the harsh words. John quickly took the hint and turned around and sauntered back into the crowd with a scoff and one last glare aimed at you.

As soon as he was out of sight you slumped down into one of the two empty bar stools while Joel took the other. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry for that. He just wouldn't leave me alone and I lost my friend somewhere and she's kinda my ride but I think she left with some guy so I didn't know what to do. God, you really saved my ass, I don't know what would've happ-" Joel cut your rambling off with a short bark of laughter and shook her head. He smiled in amusement and held out his hand for you to shake.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. It was my pleasure, I'm glad I could help. I'm Joel." You gave him your name and shook his hand in return.

"Thank again, can I buy you a drink for that? Like I said, you really saved my ass there." You grinned as you offered but it dropped when he flagged the bartender down and ordered you a drink instead.

"How bout I buy you one since you seemed to have a shitty night? And you said your friend left? I can give you a ride home if you'd like, darlin'." Joel offered in a deep southern twang that had you blushing, though you blamed it on the alcohol still in your system.

You shook your head a smiled. "Don't worry about it, please, I'll just get an Uber or something. I can figure it out, you've already done so much for me tonight." Truth be told, you desperately wanted him to drive you home. Joel was hot, he was also kind and a gentleman, but you didn't want to intrude on his night even more so you declined his offer.

He however seemed to have other Ideas, he raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "You're really gonna call an Uber alone at night? For some reason that doesn't seem like the brightest idea to me."

"Oh and going home with a stranger is any better?" You shot back but Joel just grinned.

"But we aren't strangers. You know my name and I know yours, and according to people around us, we are dating. If you don't want me to take you home, I understand, but I really wouldn't mind at all, and it seems the safer option anyway." You thought over his offer and decided was he right. Calling an uber when you were tipsy, alone, and this late at night wasn't a good idea. You're other option was to somehow get your friend to give you a ride like planned, but she was nowhere to be seen in the bar and she hadn't responded to any of your texts other than one over an hour ago saying she went home with the guy she met.

"Alright, you can drive me home. But you're just dropping me off, alright." Joel nodded and raised his hands in surrender.

"You have my word, sweetheart. I will only take you home, unless you ask for anything else." He threw a cheeky wink in with the end of his sentenced, and that paired with the pet name in his drawl had you blushing from your neck to the tips of your ears. You only hoped he blamed it on the alcohol in your system and the heat of the bar, but the look in his eyes said he knew otherwise.

"Great. Um," You glanced at your phone and saw that it was way past midnight. You had been talking to Joel in between sips of your drinks for well over an hour by now. "It's getting pretty late, do you wanna head out now?"

"Sounds great, darlin'." He fished out his wallet from the back pocket of those unnecessarily tight jeans and threw a couple bills on the table. You tore your eyes away from his ass when he turned around and your blush deepened when you saw the small smirk on Joel's face, he definitely saw you staring. "Let's go then, I'm parked out front."

He led the way out the doors into the chilly night air and opened the passenger door of a shiny black pickup with a large smile across his face. You grinned and stepped up into the vehicle. "I guess chivalry really isn't dead."

Joel just chuckled and shook his head, "Just keepin' my momma proud, darlin'." He winked at you and shut your door before walking around to the driver door. You gave him your address and he turned on the radio quietly as he began to drive.

"Thank you again for everything, Joel. You don't know how much you've done for me tonight." You sheepishly stared at your hands in your lap, the buzz of your drinks wearing off and an odd sense of shame filling you.

You looked up, though, when he reached over and grabbed one of your hands in his much larger grip. His hand covered yours entirely and it was rough with callouses. You stared at the side of his face with your cheeks slightly pink when he spoke. "Darlin', you don't need to thank me. You don't ever deserve to feel unsafe anywhere and I'm extremely glad that I could help you out tonight."

Joel stopped talking then, but he still lightly held your hand in his, you could've pulled away if you wanted, but you just squeezed his hand and grinned. A slow country song came on over the radio and Joel turned up the music a few notches. Quietly he began to sing along.

His voice was deep and smooth with a little bit of a rasp. In short, it was beautiful. You stared at his mouth as it moved to form the shapes of the words. You must have looked insane staring at him like this but when he glanced over at you Joel only smiled softly and continued the song.

The song just barely ended when he pulled into your neighborhood and turned into your driveway. You frowned as the night came to a close and slowly began to unbuckle while Joel walked around the front of the car to open your door for you. "Here you are, sweetheart. It's been a great night for me, I hope it was for you too after everything."

You smiled and hopped down onto the pavement and walked with him to your front door where you tried to linger and build the confidence to ask for his number. "It was wonderful meeting and talking with you. Thank you for everything once again." Joel smiled and nodded his acknowledgment before you began to unlock the door and he turned and walked back to his truck.

You had just about closed the door when you heard your name called out. "Hey wait! you left this in my truck." Joel jogged up to your front door once again and handed you something, it looked like a napkin or a paper, but you didn't remember having it before. It must've just been in your pocket and fallen out or something, you reasoned.

"Oh thanks, I didn't even realize. Goodnight Joel." You finally forced yourself to not chicken out and stood on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek before you turned and walked back into your house, just barely catching his own goodnight to you.

It was only after you heard his truck pull away and the sound of his engine fade that you looked down at the napkin he had handed you. Once you processed what it had written on it in a messy chicken scrawl you sat at your kitchen table and a large grin took over your face.

Here's my number so you can buy me that drink another time. - Joel.

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Cherished

word count: 1.4k Final part of Parasocial and Mind’s Eye

Some people are dealt a losing hand by the universe

“I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday.”

-Kris Kristofferson

(Y/n) was aware something was wrong. But, she wasn’t confrontational enough to bring it up. I won’t say anything unless she decides to bring it up first.

It may take time but… soon she’ll just accept me as her Miguel.

I’m her Miguel now.

And she is mine.

—

It took time. A long long time.

But she accepted me as I am now.

It took 3 months. 3 long months for (Y/n) to stop acting like I was a stranger.

The first month after she realized something was wrong- she wouldn’t let me put Gabriella to bed, she wouldn’t kiss me back, wouldn’t let me hold her close at night.

It hurt. It was hard. I hated every second of it. But I pretended to not notice.

I pretended so well that by the second month, (Y/n) let me put Gabriella to bed again. She let me hold her at night, but not as close as she used to.

Everything got better by the third month. She finally loved me. She kissed me, she let me take care of Gabriella, and she let me hold her close at night.

She loved me. Not the variant of me. She loved me now.

—

Life with (Y/n) and Gabriella was so beautiful. Every day was perfect, I would go to sleep at night so excited for the next day.

I adored (Y/n) and Gabriella with every fiber of my being. I loved them so much that it made my chest hurt.

I got to be there for my beautiful family, for everything.

I got to hear my beautiful Gabriella speak her first word, a giggly “papa” while I was trying to feed her.

I got to see Gabriella successfully take her first few steps and make it into (Y/n)’s arms without falling.

I got to see (Y/n) when I woke up every morning and before I fell asleep every night…

But I should’ve known and I should’ve remembered- I’m cosmically cursed to suffer in every universe.

—

I had been in that universe for a little over a year when it happened.

The day started as perfect and beautiful as each day prior had been.

I woke up before (Y/n), and pressed a light kiss to her forehead. I got up to check on Gabriela before getting back into bed, laying beside (Y/n) until she woke up.

When she woke up she leaned up and lazily kissed me. I could feel her smile into the kiss. I maneuvered her on top of me, having her straddle my lap, as we lazily made out.

The make-out session was cut short by the high pitched cries of our little Gabriella.

I went to take care of Gabriella and (Y/n) went to the bathroom to take a quick shower before breakfast.

My sweet Gabriella had picked up a few more words since she began speaking, mostly short words that she would say loudly.

As I entered her room that morning she was excitedly chanting for (Y/n) while reaching for me

“Mama! Mama! Mama!”

“No Mija- it’s Papa today”

Gabriella giggled and stretched her tiny hands out toward me until I picked her up.

I carried her to the dining room where I sat her down in her high chair. She continued to chant for (Y/n) as I made breakfast.

When (Y/n) entered the kitchen, her hair still wet from her shower, she kissed my cheek.

(Y/n) walked toward Gabriella, who was now excitedly clapping as her mama was finally there.

“What is it my baby?”

You tickled Gabriella and kissed all over her face, causing her to giggle.

I smiled at the sound and glanced back.

The rest of that morning was like that, happy. Happy and perfectly domestic. Completely perfect, everything I’d ever wanted.

Gabriella wanted to go to the park after breakfast and so I told (Y/n) that I could take care of cleaning up the dishes if she got Gabriella ready to go.

Once we were at the park Gabriella went straight for the swings, she loved when I would push her on the baby swing.

The park would always tire Gabriella out fast though so we only stayed for about 15-20 minutes before she got too sleepy to keep playing.

When we got back home Gabriella was fast asleep in my arms, I put her down for her nap.

—

2 hours later, Gabriella was still sleeping.

(Y/n) turned to me and said she wanted to run to the grocery store before Gabriella woke up.

I shouldn’t have let her go.

But I did.

She left to get groceries while Gabriella was napping.

A task that should only take 30 minutes.

I felt a heavy panic settle into my chest after it had been 35 minutes. I told myself that the store might’ve been busy and tried to call her.

When she didn’t answer the panic got worse.

She always answered my calls.

I knew something was very wrong.

I tried to call her 7 more times but she didn’t answer any of them.

I began hyperventilating, I couldn’t stop the panic.

I checked on Gabriella, seeing she was still sleeping I called for Lyla. I told Lyla to watch over Gabriella while I went to Earth 2099 for a few minutes.

I stumbled through the portal I opened, arriving in my office I sped to my platform. I frantically typed on the keypad and swiped through the screens until I reached the answer.

Where (Y/n) was.

Why she wasn’t answering my calls.

She was gone.

(Y/n) was gone.

I couldn’t breathe.

My eyes wouldn’t focus and I felt dizzy.

I stared at (Y/n)’s body through the screen.

She was so still.

I opened a portal back to that once perfect universe and reentered that world.

There was a pounding in my head as I rushed to Gabriella’s room.

I told Lyla that I needed her to watch over Gabriella for a little longer.

—

It wasn’t hard to figure out where (Y/n) was. There were loud ambulance sirens, too many people, and the flashing lights of police cars.

I had to prove I knew her.

I had to identify her.

I had to ride with her body to the hospital just to be told what I already knew.

The whole process took hours.

Lyla contacted me to let me know that Gabriella had woken up as I was on my way back home. I let her know I’d be back soon.

When I did get back home, Gabriella was crying. She was crying for her mama.

It hurt. It all hurt. It all hurt too much.

It took everything in me not to cry. I couldn’t cry, I had to calm down Gabriella. If I cried she’d cry harder.

Once I calmed her down, I brought her to the kitchen to feed her some dinner.

The motions all too familiar. Too similar to that perfect morning.

As I fed her, Lyla spoke up hesitantly.

“Miguel… (Y/n) dying here was a canon event. There was nothing you or anyone could’ve done.”

I couldn’t tell if she was trying to be comforting but her words made me feel worse.

“(Y/n) wasn’t a canon event. My variant was.”

My voice was harsh and as I spoke I could see Lyla begin to glow an angry, staticky red.

“No Miguel. The Canon here is that Gabriella O'Hara loses a parent. Your variant should have fulfilled that but you took his place. With you here (Y/n) had to go.”

I caused this?

“That’s not possible. The Miguel O'hara of this earth wasn’t dead.”

“He would’ve died if you hadn’t moved his body. You moved his body just enough that he was able to survive.”

Lyla disappeared after that. Leaving me with this universe’s canon.

I wasn’t cursed in every universe. Not in this one. The Miguel that belonged to this universe got to live a happy life until I stole it.

It hurt. That knowledge. That one of me was happy somewhere, and I destroyed it.

I looked down at Gabriella.

I can’t leave her now. I can’t run away. Not after I’ve taken so much from her.

I held Gabriella to my chest and promised to take care of her, to be the best father to her I could.

—

The pain of losing (Y/n) never went away. It only got worse when I lost Gabriella.

Gabby had grown so much, (Y/n) would’ve been so proud of our beautiful girl.

(Y/n) would’ve been so proud of our baby’s passion for sports. She would’ve been so excited for each of Gabriella’s soccer games, she would’ve been so proud of the girl Gabriella grew into.

Gabriella was with her mama now though. Safe and loved.

I can’t pretend I’m not jealous.

But, I have responsibilities that must be fulfilled. The sins I have committed can only be repaid by a lifetime of suffering and doing what is necessary.

I can’t leave. I can’t run away. I can’t let myself die. I can’t be with my (Y/n) and Gabriella until it is my time to go.

I can’t try to alter it. Who knows who I could hurt doing that.

All I have left of them now are videos and photos.

Watching videos from when I still had them is very reminiscent of when this all started.

When I would watch (Y/n) and …her Miguel through the same screen I watch the videos on now.

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siriuswritingandart · 2 months

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König x Male Mutant Reader

Woah! Sirius is writing again instead of posting art? Yeah, I have COD brain rot so have more König and male reader.

NSFW WARNING (NSFW UNDER CUT)

Warnings: 18+ mdni, THIS IS FOR MALE READERS so ass/dick anatomy, handjob, Handler/Mutant, German words (I used google translate, please don't come after me

It had been a long day. You were totally done with everything. You had been training new handlers on how to use signals with your handler König, and every single person couldn’t understand basic nonverbal signals. You were getting more and more fed up with each wrong signal and König knew it. He sent you back to your barracks with your tail between your legs.

Once inside your room, you sat down on your bed and flopped onto your back. You couldn’t believe the nerve of some of the trainees, treating you like a dog and not like a human. I mean, yeah, you were a dog hybrid, but you were still human! You thought back on how König reacted whenever one of the trainees disrespected you. The thought of him yelling in the trainee’s face was causing your cock to stir in your pants. You groan and shove your face into your pillow and sigh. You should take a cold shower to stop this. You have a meeting soon and you want to be able to focus on the meeting 100%. You thought to yourself for a bit and groaned as you got up. You hate taking showers, at least the dog part of you does, but you don’t mind it.

As you walk down the hall with your shower supplies heading to the bathroom, your mind continues to wander back to your handler. You had always liked him, hell, the whole reason he was your handler was that you picked him. The first time you made it to KorTac you clung to his side. His smell was the most calming you had ever come across. Because you refused to leave his side for the first month he was trained to be your handler. As you got used to KorTac and all the members you were finally able to sleep in your own room and not in König’s.

In the showers, you were happy to see that it was completely evacuated. I mean, it should be. Everyone was training, being trained, or working out. You place your shower items in the shower and turn on the water. Although you were coming here to take a cold shower you absolutely hated the idea of cold water so you were just going to take a hot shower and hope the problem went away on its own.

You step into the warm water and let out a sigh as all the tension leaves your body. You take some shampoo in your palm and rub it into your scalp. You couldn’t help but remember when König had showered you when you were too scared to be alone on base. His hands in your hair, his smell so close to you. Your cock twitches and you groan. You decide to take this matter into your own hands, literally and figuratively. As you place your hands on your throbbing cock you let out a small whimper. You bite your lip to try and be quiet as you thrust into your hands. You try to imagine that your hands were König’s calloused hands, that he was talking you through it.

“Just like that Meine Liebe. You’re doing so well Welpe.” You could practically hear him mumble into your ear. Your knees tremble and you let out a small whine mumbling his name as you felt yourself getting close.

“(Y/N)? Are you in here? Are you okay?” You hear the man you were just fantasizing about say. You jump and immediately put your back to the shower curtain just in case

“Yes Colonel, I’m alright.” Your face was hot and you could feel yourself trembling.

“Are you hurt Meine Welpe?” You could hear him walk outside of your shower and sit down on the bench next to your shower caddy “I could hear you whimpering from outside.”

You take a deep breath “Y-Yes Colonel, I’m fine, I promise.” your words dripping with embarrassment

“I heard you call out my name, are you sure?” König said. You could practically hear the smirk on his face. He knew. He knew and he wanted you to say what you were doing.

You let out a shaky breath “C-Colonel…”

König laughs “kleiner Welpe, Would you like my help?.”

You feel yourself shiver “H-Huh?!” shock courses through your body but your cock jumps. You can hear the sound of clothes being removed

“Would you like me to join you kleiner Welpe? Like good old times?” He says referring to the times you had taken showers together as handler and mutant. You can hear something in his voice, you don’t know what it is just yet.

You let out a small whimper “Please?” as the shower curtain opens your tail tucks between your legs in embarrassment. You could hear König chuckle and wrap his arms around your waist

“mein kleiner Welpe.” He mumbles as he kisses your neck “I have been dreaming of you. Not as a handler and mutant, but as more.” You can feel your face flush a deep red.

“C-Colonel” You start but König covers your mouth

“It’s König from here on out Schatz.” He says as he continues kissing your neck. You whimper and feel one of his hands trail down to your cock.

“Look how hard you are, alles für mich.” he kisses behind your ears “alles für mich.” He keeps your mouth covered as he starts pumping your cock licking and sucking on the area where you usually had your collar. Your moans and whimpers get caught in his hands and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel his calloused fingers stroke your sensitive skin.

“Feels good Meine Liebe?” He asks between kissing your neck. You nod your head whimpering. You can feel his smirk on your skin “Gut, so gut für mich.” You squeeze your eyes shut as you buck into his hands feeling yourself close. Your whimpers start to get louder and he bites your shoulder

“Shhhh mein guter Welpe. Don’t want anyone else finding us, do you?” He whispers into your ear. You bite your tongue and can feel yourself on the edge. A few more strokes from König and you fall over the edge. Your legs tremble and König lets go of your mouth.

“How do your feel mein Welpe?” You look up at him and look into his eyes taking in his maskless face for the first time. Your eyes take in all his features, the stubble you felt against your skin, his hazel eyes, the eyeblack running down his porcelain skin, and his long brown hair.

“Why did you help me C-König?” you ask confusion written on your face

König smiles and kisses your cheek “Because I’ve fallen for mein Welpe. I know a bad way to confess, but when I heard my name pathetically falling from your lips, I just had to come and help.”

You smile and your tail starts wagging, thumping against the shower walls.

König laughs “Lets hurry up meine Welpe. Don’t want to miss the meeting now, do we?”

You nod and stand up grabbing your conditioner. König grabs your Shampoo “I hope you don’t mind if I use your products. I didn’t plan on taking a shower now.”

You smile and laugh “Go right ahead König, I don’t mind.”

#fanfiction #konig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #konig #könig #könig smut #könig x reader #könig mw2 #konig x male reader #konig cod #konig smut #könig x male reader #male reader smut #male reader

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ncteez · 1 year

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sycophant (p.s)

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

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

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

WORDCOUNT― 12.9k

PAIRING― park seonghwa x afab reader

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

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

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

smut tags under cut::

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

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

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

“You don’t know him,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nods enthusiastically.

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

She laughs at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stop yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, they hire people like that here?”

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

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

“And the guy he’s with?”

“Wooyoung, intern.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ramona?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You snort and clap him on the shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nods, taking notes in her head.

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

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

Your friend claps and immediately stops dancing.

“Great! I’m gonna go talk to him!”

Instantly you freeze, feeling frustrated at her attempts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Interesting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jesus fucking christ.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hums.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

You laugh at the power being given to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, fuck.

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

“Lay down on the bed.”

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

“Let me see you touch yourself.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You take a moment to think. Damn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re asking, not begging,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, keep going, i’m gonna–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do own it,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Make me come again and we’ll talk,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He pauses to look at you as he speaks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I'm in Hell

SPOILERS FOR SYMPHONY CHAPTER 22 - THIS POST IS LONG YOU'VE BEEN WARNED

I'm so Unwell. I have never had any misunderstandings like the thing with Donnie, but I have been betrayed by someone who was my best friend for years, so this chapter... it's hitting me really, really hard.

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When Leo first met Vi, he was studying her a lot. Remember the near-physical weight his scrutiny had felt like? You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. ... like a pinned rabbit ... you see an obsidian edge beneath his smile that feels a little sharp as you lean into it.

And then later in her apartment:

[Leo talking] “…You know what really got me interested in talking to you?”

“What?” you ask, tilting your head.

“Donnie came back from talking with April and he was talking about you."

This is literally Vi and Leo's first time meeting - I don't think Leo started to really hate her until after she started coming to the Lair and he saw how Donnie reacted to her presence, but he mentions that Donnie talked about her already. It's framed within Vi's mind as him being careful with his family. He's the leader, he's careful around new people, he wants to make sure she isn't a threat, etc. But even though this is before the touch thing started, there could've been the seed of hatred already there depending on how Donnie spoke about Vi to Leo.

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He [Leo] peers at you like he can read your life story where it’s written on your soul. ... “…You don’t have a lot of friends, do you?” he asks, his voice soft and yet cutting you all the same.

and this:

[Vi talking] “I had a lot of fun tonight. I’d… like to have more nights like this one. To. To have a family. If I can.” “You can,” he [Leo] says

He knew from the first fucking time he met her that she was lonely. That she wanted friends, wanted a family, wanted to belong. He knew that better than anyone else in the family, not only because of her saying this to him but also because of how well he reads people and how much time he spent with her. He's the only one who has seen her in her apartment, too, caught her in those few vulnerable moments in her home. I'm so fucking angry.

There are so many times in the fic that... I can't even articulate... here's some quotes early on -> "you hate how much you like this guy [Leo]" and "you smile when you see [the text notification is from] Leo" and when Vi is sick in the store she says "I miss Leo" and on and on. And that whole fucking time! He was!! UGH!!!

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When Vi agrees to make Leo some bread so that maybe he can get some of Donnie's apology cookies he texts her "ttyl i gotta go rub this in donnie’s face" and yeah that's him being a little shit as always, but it's ALSO proof of him using EVEN THEIR PRIVATE TEXT CONVERSATIONS as ammunition rile up Donnie.

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Hey look! Bits that hit different/hint at more going on/might be Leo's mask slipping!

“How long do we hafta wait before she ain’t a guest anymore?” Raph asks, causing you to snort a laugh.

“That’s up to Donnie,” Leo says, voice heavy with an undercurrent of meaning you’re not picking up on, causing you to look at him with a raised eyebrow. He smirks, reaching over to poke your cheek with his finger. “Y’know. He’s the one who met you first, and all that.”

…Something tells you it’s more than that, but he’s good enough at hiding it that you don’t feel comfortable calling him on it in front of the others.

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you have no idea how you fit in [to the family], and Leo had all but told you that the space is here, ready and emblazoned with your name on it. You don’t quite see it yet, even if he apparently does.

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“Yeah, don’t worry about it. It’s complicated,” Leo says easily, and it’s only just, but you pick out the thread of iron bars in his tone, ready to come crashing down if you push even a little too hard. So, you don’t.

“Okay,” you say easily, causing him to get that piercing look he gets sometimes, the one when he feels more like a ninja than a funny turtle man who tries to see how many cookies he can shove into his mouth at once and sends you pizza rat memes at four in the morning. “…Dude, we’ve been friends for like, a week. It’s cool that you aren’t ready to spill your guts yet, you know that, right?”

His eyes go sharp, but then he hums and smiles. You feel like you did the night you first met him, like there’s a test here and it’s in a language you don’t understand. It’s a bit uncomfortable, prompting you to grab your own drink and swallow a healthy bit of it just to have something to do.

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[Vi talking] “…He [Donnie] seems lonely.”

Leo hums under his breath, cutting a portal that feels a little like home. “Well, lucky he has you, then.”

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“Uh, I met her first,” Donnie says, scowling, while Leo just gives him a smug look.

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You do, however, lean in while the others are occupied, whispering to Donnie, “So, ten dollars, which one of them tops?” and laughing when he chokes. You catch Leo’s eyes and give him a devious grin, spying him look to Donnie with a curiously blank look before shifting to a catty smile of his own when he looks back to you

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“One portal home for a lovely lady,” Leo says as he steps through, his face going a little flat when he looks over your shoulder to Donnie behind you.

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Leo is… astonishingly quiet for a moment, his face blank of anything for you to read as he stares at the piece hard. Then he looks up at you, and you see an unusually capable person that doesn’t feel like your best friend, even as much as it feels like the real Leonardo, here for the first time for you to see.

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[Vi talking] “I don’t… I don’t like keeping secrets. Or lying. Not from people I care about.”

The weight of Leo’s eyes is almost physical. It makes you remember that he’s asked you to keep secrets, and your eyes snap to his, wondering if that’s the reason why he’s gone still like this. “I—I haven’t told anyone. About the ninja thing, or the Krang thing. I’d never—”

“I know,” Leo interrupts, threading his hand through your hair so he can cup your nape and press your forehead to his own. “I trust you.” You release a sigh of relief, nodding. “I’m just… thinking it might be time for us to repay that back.”

You blink, gaze darting between his eyes. “I don’t… what do you mean?”

“We’re a pretty close-knit family. There’s a lot of… baggage. A lot of history. A lot of stuff we haven’t told you. And it’s… it’s starting to feel a little disrespectful,” he says, looking a bit displeased. “You’re one of us. It’s only fair.”

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We all know about the constant comments Leo makes about being Vi's "favorite turtle" and "best friend" in front of the others/in the group chat. He talks in Chapter 22 about purposefully draping himself across her and pulling her close, hugging her, scenting her, touching her in front of Donnie to piss Donnie off. But there's all these other little things that seemed so innocent at the time and now I'm losing my mind wondering about each of them, wondering - is that something he did with malicious intent? How many nice things were ONLY done to piss off Donnie? There are so many times that he compliments her - for example:

“What? I can’t compliment my bestie and her fine legs?” Leo coos, reaching over and flicking your nose gently.

“Leonardo,” Donnie warns, folding his arms.

And I remember, during my second read through after I finished Chapter 20, being so happy and grateful that Leo was pretty consistently giving her compliments, because she deserves to be complimented and taken care of and loved, because she deserves good friends who hype her up, and this WHOLE TIME-

(Side note - that time that Leo complains she smells like Donnie's lab, he shoves her away and she falls to the floor. First read, it's just Leo being playful. Second read, I wonder... is that a little bit of his frustration getting out of him in a physical way? He shoved her to the fucking floor, and then, once Donnie shows up, Leo pats the cushion next to him for Vi to sit by him. Then he wraps his arm around her and pulls her in close to smell her. But that's only after Donnie shows up.)

When Mikey takes Vi's So-Shell profile picture -> “Wha—?” you start, only to feel Leo leaning in to smoosh his cheek against yours, the distinct feeling of bunny ears brushing the back of your skull. Once again, this is in front of Donnie. Plus it's for her profile picture, so that means every time Donnie sees her So-Shell profile he'll see Leo in the picture, too. Leo was also famously the first like on her first So-Shell post and gets her to always leave nice comments/emojis on his thirst traps.

When she comes to the Lair to practice with her viola, Leo offers up HIS room first, and only once she declines does he -> “Ugh, fine, you are so boring,” he says, and removing his arm, he shoves at your shoulders hard and pushes you through the portal. (Pushing her onto the floor, pushing her through the portal... he's kind of rough with her in the beginning, and I figured it was just because he's haha silly funny turtle man, physical comedy, joking around whatever but... again I wonder. Is he letting himself be a little rough as a way to express his true feelings?)

God, all these little things that... might have an ulterior motive and might not.

It's around the time Vi gets bruised up by that guy at the coffee shop that Leo seems to start actually acting like a real friend, in my opinion. “…You don’t even get how incredible you are, do you?” he asks, causing you to roll your eyes. “You seriously don’t see it.”

The very next chapter he gets a glimpse of her being anxious over not being able to play, while she notices that he looks tired, invites him to listen to music and lets him sleep on her back, and in that chapter it says: you sit, quiet, letting him use you. My second read through, this line hit me hard because I KEPT noticing that she really does nothing but GIVE and I feel like she's constantly doing things to be useful to others. And now, as I'm skimming through a third time, it turns out that... yeah. Yeah. He was fucking using her. In Chapter 22, Leo says "then you reach out and touch me in a way no one has. You’ve helped me, even though I was just using you" and I'm thinking this is the moment that that really started. When she first let him sleep on her. And that's also the first time he churrs with her. After that, he gets her really nice sushi, and she thinks he's guilty for drooling all over for her, but I think maybe he was guilty because he's starting to realize how nice she is and how shitty it is that he's using her like that, even though he does continue those manipulative behaviors.

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He sighs, his face going openly affectionate. “…You’re so…”

What he thinks you are, you don’t know, as he chooses instead to pull you into a hug. You go easily, seeking the comfort of his embrace, hoping he can feel in your arms that you truly do mean what you said.

“You know, instead of sorry, you should say—” Leo says, though as his face gets close to your throat, his mouth snaps shut and he goes still in a manner that reminds you a little of Donnie.

“…Leo?” you ask, going to pull back from the hug to look into his face only to feel his hands go tight on your back, holding you close while he dips his beak to your skin and inhales. When he does pull back, he’s got a look of shock on his face that he quickly schools into something more neutral, but barely.

This is where he smells Donnie on you for the first time, and the guilt he was starting to feel, the actual genuine affection he was developing for her, may have then been interrupted/overshadowed by his anger.

Vi was right to say she isn't gonna go back and examine every detail, because it's so fucking MUDDY! There are glimpses of true softness from him sprinkled throughout with him ALSO still hanging over her and doing shit that pisses Donnie off on purpose. And then of course the scene with Leo in the kitchen when he scares her, where we get the first big glimpse into his true anger about the whole situation, where we see him being sharp and cutting and dismissive and- I'm not going to paste in that whole scene, but he's so, so, SO angry. When she has that visceral, terrified reaction, he feels so bad (I do think he was genuinely, truly horrified that he scared her), but then he finds out that Vi and Donnie are (as far as Vi is aware) dating, followed by her telling him that Donnie misses touching his brothers, misses hugs, followed by Leo deciding to tell Vi about all the family secrets... so he's wrestling with this rage and jealousy, but he's also starting to really accept her as family (I think, since he shared the info about the Krang, about Lou Jitsu, about Casey, since he asked for her help)...

It kills me that, after that, he saw her trying so hard to help, like when she went to the library and got books on PTSD and fell asleep taking notes and she wakes up with a blanket covering her and a little blue heart on a note - he saw her doing that, on top of everything else she CONSTANTLY does for other people, for his family, and HE STILL, EVEN AFTER THAT, DOES SHIT THAT'S MANIPULATIVE. THE 4TH OF JULY PARTY, FOR EXAMPLE. “What she said,” Leo purrs, his fingers fluttering on your stomach as his eyes cut off to the side. He has a sharp look to his features that you’re a bit too drunk to dissect, so you just ignore it. He HAS to be looking at Donnie, here.

(Side note - we still don't know what Leo was doing when Vi was in the shower getting ready for the party... if anything. Maybe he really was eating cookies.)

It's at the end of the party that he smells sex on Vi, I think, for the first time. And the following chapter is when he starts avoiding Vi, and she goes to confront him and he says he's "Thinking about things. About what I want.” And THAT'S when he finally stops his bullshit. Ch 22 - "I stopped. Completely. After we talked in my room.”

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I'm still working on fully re-reading Chapters 17+ until I make it back up to 22 and putting more thoughts into that post, but. Dear God. Sam is a genius and I'm so angry at myself. I had been so confused and angry with Donnie, when in reality he truly DID NOT KNOW about the misunderstanding between him and Vi. Meanwhile, as I'm fawning over Leo and so happy Vi has him and so grateful he's been such a good friend to her... he was the one using her, this whole time. I cannot believe it. I'm SICK with rage. I can't imagine how Vi could possibly... I can't... FUCK dude

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