#it's just to get ready and go and we don't really have time to talk. and by the time they get back i'm sleeping

[indecisive-gm]

Jaren awoke with a start. Sitting up, they quickly looked around. The room looked like some kind of study, with scrolls and books filling the shelves along the walls. The paper walls seemed week enough; maybe they could escape from--whatever this place was--before their captors noticed.

Captors. They must be fairies, right? The last thing Jaren could remember before waking up here was going out into the forest to gather herbs and hearing a muffled voice as the forest around them faded to black. It wasn't a drug--that would have been recognizable with Jaren's experience as a healer. The darkness had been some kind of illusion magic like that which the fair folk use. They must have chosen Jaren as their next victim, having seen them come to the forest so regularly. If Jaren had been kidnapped by fairies, they would need to keep their wits about them to avoid falling further into their traps.

Tearing through the wall, Jaren was ready to make a run for it, but had to quickly stop themself from falling off a cliff. This couldn't be right, the fair folk never stray far from the forests. If her captors had taken her up into the mountains, then they couldn't be fairies. But then, who--

"It would be rather rude to run off so soon."

Jaren turned around. The building was farther back than it should have been, and a robed figure now stood only a few paces behind them. This was the person who had kidnapped them? Jaren readied a spell, hoping the old man wouldn't recognize it for the harmless show that it was. "Stay back! I've studied the magical arts well. I don't want either of us to get hurt, so don't move, and don't try to follow me."

The figure shrugged. "Alright. I'll stay right here. Though I would appreciate if you would stay and talk over coffee."

The man's words meant nothing. Even if he actually had such a rare plant as coffee, it seemed like too convenient an excuse to drug Jaren into being an easy captive to be ransomed off to the nearest magic university or to be sold to some warlord who was looking for a new mage. They backed their way to the cliffside, then jumped. They had never really wanted to go adventuring or fight in wars, so they never actually studied any flight spells or spells to soften a landing, but hopefully strenthening their bones would hold them together well enough after hitting the ground to mend the damage from the fall.

Thud. Fortunately, the pain of the fall was somewhat masked by having all the wind knocked out of them. The plan had worked, but as Jaren looked up, they saw that they were in the same place as before, with the man and the tower standing before them as if to mock them.

The man shook his head. "That was a rather clever use of your healing magic, though if I may ask, why didn't you simply fly away?"

"None of your business." New strategy. This time, Jaren strengthened the muscles in their legs before jumping as far as they could. Being lost in the forest wouldn't be ideal, but it would be better than being someone's prisoner to be used for money or as a weapon. As they were about to hit the ground, Jaren closed their eyes and braced for impact.

Again, they had landed back next to the tower in the mountains. "As impressive as your skills are," the old man said, "you're just going to tire yourself out like this."

Jaren was learning to hate this guy. "Let me leave, or I'll kill you!", they shouted.

The man simply stepped forward towards them. "I think we both know you won't." Jaren was stunned. "I've been looking for an apprentice for some time. Coffee does it's wonders, but eternal youth isn't one of them. And you." The man pointed a finger at Jaren's chest. "I've been very satisfied with the care you show in your magic."

"Apprentice? Who do you think you--"

"The world needs witchknights, after all." Witchknights. Jaren had taken them to just be stories for children. Masters of the magical and martial arts, some of whom had supposedly conquered vast lands or worked as advisors to powerful rulers, while others had fought against the powerful to give back to those with nothing or even abandoned the world altogether.

The man sighed. "Fine. I see you need proof." Suddenly, there was a sword stuck through Jaren's leg. The bone was still strong enough from their spell before to not be cut through, but the pain was horrible. Before they even had time to scream, a portal opened beneath them, and they fell through what must have been a layer of the underworld before landing in the open top room of the tower with various animated suits of armor pointing swords and pikes at them.

The suits of armor walked to their displays by the stairs, and the witchknight came to Jaren to help them up. Jaren was about to cast a spell to heal their leg, but felt the familiar feeling of a healing spell already taking effect on it. "You know," said the old man, "dispite the stories I'm sure you know, violence is actually a small part of being a witchknight. Now, about that coffee."

--

Finishing the mug of coffee, Jaren spoke. "So to make sure I'm understanding this, witchknights exist, and you've basically kidnapped me to get me to preserve your ancient form of the magical and martial arts?"

"That sounds about right," the man responded. "Though I would like to say, I didn't have much choice in the matter. If I were to try to teach some other mage, how do you think that would go? So many of them nowadays are too absorbed by power and where that can take them. It would be next to impossible for me to teach them, and there would be a serious risk of having a new story like those about witchknight conquerers abusing their power and ignoring the world around them."

Jaren still felt wronged by the whole situation, but this old witchknight was right about that much: A lot of Jaren's former classmates probably would have learned what they could and run off to use their abilities for power for themselves. Still, there were always calmer ones. Jaren didn't know any others who were completely pacifist, but surely the witchhunter wasn't that strained of options.

At that moment, there was a flash of light from down the stairs and the sound of someone approaching. Jaren started to get up, but the witchknight just gestured for them to remain seated. "Mjorgan! Mjorgan you bastard, where are you!", a voice called as footsteps came up the wooden steps. A tall, slender man in a suit and cape reached the top of the stairs and turned to the witchknight. "Mjorgan! There you are! I-- who is this?"

"Excellent question, Archsage!" The witchnight--Mjorgan, apparently--glanced towards Jaren. "My friend, would you like to introduce yourself?"

First a mythical witchnight, now the archsage was here? "I'm Jaren, sir... I'm Mjorgan's new apprentice." The room was silent for a moment. Moreso than when Jaren and Mjorgan had been drinking their coffee.

After a few seconds, the archsage spoke. "Well, I suppose it's about time you picked an apprentice, but why now? I've come here several times before to try to convince you to take any of the brightest mages our universities have to offer, but you choose now of all times?"

"I believe I chose the right time to do so, Alfred," Mjorgan responded. "Now, what business did you have with me? I'd like to get to lessons for my student sometime today."

"Ah, yes." The archsage gave a curt nod, showing some annoyance at his treatment by Mjorgan. "I came here to ask if you would join my advisory council for..." A glance in Jaren's direction told them not to get involved. "...necessary audience."

"It must be serious if you're coming to bother me."

"It's about her."

Mjorgan suddenly looked incredibly serious. "...Alright. I'll meet with you tomorrow morning to discuss this further." He waved his hand, and the Archsage disappeared in a puff of smoke.

With how the archsage spoke and Mjorgan's response, Jaren could tell that this was probably something very bad. "Should I know what that was about?"

The witchknight looked up at them. "No. Maybe some other time, but for the time being, it's best that you not get involved in this. Besides," he stood up and headed towards the stairs, "we need to start your training."

OK,

I didn't realize I was going to be writing so much (good prompt), but I'm probably going to need to stop here for now and hope that I can get myself to continue this story later.

witchknights are unmatched in magical and martial arts. Unlike the rest of your peers you wanted to study healing magic and medicine not war and violence. So when the witchknight chose you everyone was confused, Even the archsage himself.

[booksandteaandtears]

A proposal

Michael 'Dr. Robby' Robinavitch x f!prosecutor!reader

summary: after two years together you are ready to call Robby your husband, but he's not acting on your hints

A short, slightly angsty, but mostly fluffy one

masterlist

Robby had noticed you'd been off the last few days. Work had been quiet for you for a couple of weeks, so you'd been able to spend a lot of time together. You'd gone on some nice dates, eating at fancy restaurants, going for hikes.

Robby knew your work was going to pick back up the day after and he wanted to confront it, to figure out what was going on.

You were sat on the couch, reading some report when he sat down next to you, looking anxious. You raised your eyebrows at him. "Something the matter, Michael?" He scratched his throat. "Did you enjoy yourself this week?" "Yes." You answered. He thought your answer was too short to be very truthful.

"Are you angry with me?" You looked up at him. He looked at you expectantly. You put the report down on the coffee table and forced yourself to sit more upright on the couch.

"I am, as a matter of fact. Don't get me wrong, I loved the dates, they were perfect. But I expected something this week, Michael, and you haven't so much as given a hint about it."

Robby looked confused. "I don't understand, what did you expect?"

You sighed. "Are you really that dense?" The confusion hadn't left Robby. "That hike we took, remember how I described that a couple months ago?"

Robby scratched his beard. "You said the view at the top would be an ideal proposal spot." "Yes!" You gasped at him.

Robby could not look more confused if he tried.

"What are you saying, did you expect I would..." You threw your hands in the air. "I thought you would propose! I've had this day marked in my calendar since we planned it, I even got my nails done for it. I've been hinting for months."

Robby seemed to have stopped listening after you said the word propose. "You want to get married? To me?"

"Jesus christ, Robby! Of course I want to get married to you. I told you when we first started dating that I'd like to get married some day. It's been two years since then. We've bought a house together. I've been talking about my dream engagement ring for the past three months."

Robby blinked at you. "I thought that was just hypothetical thing?"

"Oh my god. Michael. I sent you a link. I gave you my ring size. I even sent it to Dana and Abbot as well, in case you forgot or something."

"So that's why they were asking me if I bought "it" yet. I couldn't figure out what they meant."

You laughed at him. "You may be a very smart and accomplished doctor, but if I didn't know better I'd say you were really dumb."

He laughed with you and pulled you closer to him on the couch.

"So," he whispered, kissing you, "You want to get married?"

You held his chin in your hand. "Desperately. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to call you my husband. I want to grow old with you. I'd spend every minute of every day with you if I could."

He kissed you again and pressed his head against yours.

"Will you marry me? Will you please be my wife and make me the happiest man alive for the rest of our days? Even if I am a little stupid and unaware sometimes? Even if it's a proposal without a ring?"

You couldn't stop smiling. "Yes. Yes! I will!" You kissed him again.

When you came up for air his grin matched yours. "I will marry you," you told him, "But you will have to get me my ring, because I consulted all my colleagues on which one was the prettiest and I am terrified to show up without one when I've been hyping it up for weeks."

He smiled at you, wondering if he could ever feel happier than in that moment. "I better get you a ring, because Dana will kill me if she hears how I handled this."

[brokenengene]

࿐second chances - l.hs

He calls her after work just to hear her fall apart for him. The next night, she’s in his bed, legs shaking around his head, soaking the sheets with every breathless thank you.

pairing: single dad! boss! heeseung x secretary! fem reader

genres: office romance, smut, angst, second chance, contemporary

This content is only for readers 18+

content warning: strong language, power dynamics, sensitive themes, sexual content, angst, brief mentions of alcohol, discussions of infertility, discussions of pregnancy, low self-worth talk/self-esteem issues, grief mention, detailed smut, 18+ themes

smut warning: kissing, making-out, oral sex(fem receiving), unprotected sex(please don't!) praise kink, verbal breeding kink, mutual masturbation (phone), mention of vibrator usage, interrupted intimacy, soft dom!Heeseung, creampie, crying during sex, emotional vulnerability

word count: 10.6k

soundtrack: daylight-taylor swift/ let me love you like a woman-lana del rey/ earned it- the weekend

College was a long, long four years. Sleepless nights and all-nighters, good professors and bad ones.

To be honest, it didn’t live up to your expectations. 

At all.

Your grades were top of your class but in the romance department, you failed with a zero.

Freshman year went by, and no boyfriend, sophomore year? still no boyfriend. Junior and senior year? Too busy with homework to even try.

But that wasn’t your main goal anyway. Studies were always number one.

You rarely went to any parties, and rarely had any hookups because honestly?

You had essays due at 11:59.

It went by quickly and before you knew it you were tossing your tassel and walking across the graduation stage. A smile plastered across your face and an ache in your heart. 

You did it. You truly did it. 

Now on to adulthood, your carefree years are left behind in the dust.

 You felt pressure the minute you walked off that stage. So, so much pressure.

From weddings and baby showers to getting bombarded with questions at every single. holiday dinner. 

“When are you getting married?  “When are you going to have kids? You aren’t getting any younger.” “I know we told you to focus on your studies but you should think about settling down.” 

When you were offered a position at the biggest marketing agency in the city you were swift to accept. Ready to transition from campus life to corporate life. 

The first few months were rough, but you pushed through. Before you knew it you were fitting right in.

Professionally sent emails, a schedule full of meetings, and coffee perfectly sweetened and delivered to your boss right on time. 

Soon you were caught up in the routine of your 9-5. 

Wake up. 

Commute.

Work.

Commute.

Sleep. 

The American dream you were sold. Yet you still felt so empty, like something was constantly missing.

Your hard work quickly paid off. Soon the company was promoting you to the role of assistant creative director. And with the pay raise came more responsibility—and more mental strain. 

Heeseung Lee, your new boss, didn’t seem thrilled. 

He seemed like he was always giving you a task to keep you as far away from him as possible. But being the hardworking woman you are, you complied.

You had an image to keep up anyway.

You didn’t know much about him. He mostly kept to himself, always buried in work from dawn until dusk. Never really gave you a second glance unless he needed an errand run. Or his coffee refilled.

You woke up to the same blare of your alarm. Starting the day off like all the others. Picking out another navy blue pantsuit and pairing it with some pumps and your work tote. 

You tie up your hair professionally, do some minimal makeup to compliment your features, and spray your favorite perfume. 

You’re out the door just in time. Driving the same sluggish commute to the office. The same songs still playing on the radio. 

As you wind through the crowded city streets the office building becomes visible in the distance.

The unchanging, rising floors and perfectly polished glass reflect the blue of the sky. The logos were perfectly stamped onto the top of the building and the doors. 

You step into the empty elevator and ride it up to the marketing floor. The large windows overlook the bustling city below, letting the sun's rays into the concrete structure. 

Your heels click against the floor, echoing in the empty hall as you make your way toward your desk—which just happens to be room next to Heeseung’s.

You set down your keys and bag before pulling out your laptop to get to work. 

You’re lost in thought and focused on getting a head start on the day. Make a list of clients to contact, things to print, and a schedule of meetings for your boss.

You hardly even notice the sound of the elevator opening with a quiet, ding!

You glance at the clock, no one besides you ever comes to the office this early. You watch through the glass prying your gaze overtop the desktop curiously to see who it could be.

Your boss steps out of the elevator, tie loose and crooked, shirt wrinkled, hair down, You’ve never seen him show up this…messy?

Immediately your interest is piqued. Your eyes narrow with confusion as you watch him stumble into the office, coffee in one hand and laptop tucked under the other arm. You glance down and notice a small boy clinging to his leg. 

He drags himself across the office floor and the boy latches onto his pant leg. You smile softly as you watch through the glass. Wondering who’s kid your stoic boss got stuck parenting this morning. 

 “Daddy I want pancakes!” The little boy yells. 

“Shhhhh inside voice Cal-“ Heeseung says to the boy as he covers his mouth in an attempt to muffle his echoed pleas for pancakes. 

Dad? Heeseung? A Father? You had no idea. You’ve never seen him wear a ring, he never seemed like the family type either.

No pictures of a family framed on his desk like your other coworkers.  You ponder, all of a sudden invested in knowing way more about his personal life than you should. 

Your curiosity gets the best of you as you decide to confidently step out of the office, pretending not to notice him. 

Heeseung's eyes shoot wide as he hears the sound of your heels on the tile floor.

 “Morning.” He says, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment from the compromising position you caught him in. He’s visibly flustered.

Again that's a first.

You don’t know what comes over you. Before you know it you're simply leaning in to help. 

“Morning! Didn’t know you were bringing a guest today.” You say with a soft smile to the boy, waving to him as you step closer. 

You gently glance at Heeseung, his expression overwhelmed and stressed. He can’t even fight you as you take the coffee and laptop from his hands.

His shoulders physically drop with the release of the tension. 

Your fingertips brush against the warmth of his as you take the now cold coffee cup from his hand, leaning in and getting a whiff of his cologne as you take the laptop.

You feel his warmth as you do, his scent is woody and inviting. Again you’ve never been this close.

And it's making your heart race.

“Up we go-“ Heeseung says, picking up the still visibly angry boy in his arms as he follows you into his office. You set down his things on the mahogany desk and he closes the door behind you. 

Heeseung lets the boy down, and he instantly starts bouncing off the walls and running circles around his desk. He Jumps up and down on the small leather couch. Heeseung sighs as he looks over at you.

Helpless.

“The nanny I hired walked out on me at the last minute. I just didn’t know what else to do.” Heeseung mumbles under his breath. 

He rubs the back of his neck, You’ve never seen him so unguarded before.

“Callum down! No jumping!” Heeseung haggles as he pinches the bridge of his nose in an attempt to relieve some of the headache. 

Callum, that must be his son, he looks maybe around four years old. It’s clear he’s full of lots of energy.

He also appears to be protesting his no-pancake breakfast.

Heeseung lets out another sigh, visibly stressed beyond anything you've ever seen. His shoulders are tense, so tense as his son only makes more and more noise.

It makes your heart ache, without even thinking you step in.

“Callum, do you want to color?” You say kindly, you don’t even know what’s taken over you, it just hurts to see your boss looking like a stressed-out mess.

And to be fair, you are his assistant. It’s your job to lend a hand.

You gather some copy paper from his desk before opening the drawers. You shuffle through the sea of sticky notes and paper clips before finding a few colored highlighters scattered around.

“I love to color!” Callum says as he jumps off the couch and onto the floor. 

With the office supplies in hand, you lie on the rug, kicking your heels off in the process. You don’t even notice Heeseung staring at you in awe as Callum takes the green highlighter from your hand and starts to scribble on the page. 

And for the first time since Heeseung walked through the door, it’s quiet. 

“Can you add a dinosaur? Pretty please!!!” Callum says cheerfully as the two of you continue to scribble your masterpiece onto the paper. 

“I can try…” you say with a weak giggle as you use the best of your ability to draw the shape of a dinosaur from memory. Letting your fingertips lightly brush the pens across the white pages.

Heeseung just leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest with a stupid grin on his face. You look good, a little too good.

Shit...

He’s snapped out of his trance when his phone buzzes in his back pocket. He immediately steps out leaving just you and Callum alone for a moment. 

You watch through the glass. There he goes again, stressed and frustrated. His shoulders tight on the call, his hand roughly raking through his already messy hair. 

After a few moments, he aggressively ends the call and steps back in, shoving his phone in the back pocket of his dress pants. 

“Sorry I’ve got to jump on a quick meeting, I didn’t notice the time got changed,” Heeseung says frantically as he grabs his laptop, his eyes wide as he looks between you and Callum. Like he just doesn’t know exactly what to do.

“You go, I can handle this,” you say, chest fluttering as you see his expression melt. You’ve never seen him so soft. 

“I owe you one, you’re a lifesaver,” Heeseung says breathlessly as he turns out the door, he looks back once, heart melting at the sight.

He looks back once more before rounding the corner to the conference hall. 

You and Callum are left alone in the office, you keep him entertained. Thankful that you came in early to get a head start on the day.

It’s easy to give him your full attention knowing you have an empty to-do list.

You get comfortable, taking off your navy blue blazer and tossing it onto the back of his office chair.

You slide your heels under the desk, watching Callum fill up sheet after sheet of paper with colorful, creative pieces of art.

“I like you more than the other lady,” Callum mumbles as he lies on the ground, brows furrowed as he focuses on coloring in the rough outlined shapes. 

“You do?” You question him with a sweet voice. You lean down next to him, taking one of the highlighters in your hand as you mindlessly start to draw on another sheet of paper next to him.

“Are you going to be my new mommy? I miss having a mom.” The boy mutters, his expression hopeful. 

Your heart drops. Is Heeseung taking care of him all by himself? You can only imagine how much stress he’s under juggling work life and home life too. 

You chuckle weakly as you continue to watch him scribble on the pages.

“That’s not really how it works Callum.” You inform kindly.

After about half an hour of coloring and dinosaur talk, Heeseung comes around the corner. You catch a glimpse of him through the glass and you swear your heart skips another beat.

“Daddy!” Callum says as he jumps up and runs into his Dad's legs as he stands in the doorway.

“Were you good for her Cal?” Heeseung asks, glancing at you briefly, his expression softening as he steps into the office and sets his laptop down on the desk.

You start to clean up the mess. Highlighters, pens, and paper scattered all over the floor, your hair a mess, blazer tossed somewhere to the side. You smile softly as you listen to the interaction. 

You catch another whiff of his cologne, woody, warm, and masculine. There it goes again, your heart skipping a beat.

“He’s a good kid.” You say with a smile on your face as you unintentionally lock eyes with Heeseung. He can’t help but smile back at you. 

You’re snapped out of your gaze when Callum tugs at the edge of your shirt. 

“Are you leaving? Please don’t leave! Daddy, can she come home with us?” Callum cries out. 

Heeseung lets out another weak laugh. Face flushing with embarrassment.

“Cal, she's got her own home to go to.” Heeseung watches, leaning against the desk and crossing his arms. 

“Daddy I like her!” Callum says. Heeseung’s expression softens at his words.

His eyes linger on your expression as he pulls a granola bar out of one of the drawers of his desk. He softly breaks it into small pieces before handing it to Callum. 

“Chocolate Chip! Your favorite…” Heeseung mutters as he watches Callum let go of your shirt, running to take the Granola bar out of his hand. It's quiet while he munches away at his morning snack.

With free hands, Heeseung steps away from his desk moving even closer to you. Your heart rate picks up. Beating fast as you notice just how attractive he looks in the low light.

He’s young, he can’t be much older than you are. As you study his face you notice his expression changing, flickering with surprise, gratitude even.

“You’re really good with him. He’s never like this with anyone else.” Heeseung says to you his voice soft, just above a whisper. 

“I worked at a daycare in college, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” You say playfully, an unfamiliar warmth starts to pool in your stomach. You push it down in an attempt to keep the feelings strictly professional.

“You’re a natural, I didn’t know you had this side to you.” He says casually leaning up against the desk.

Your eyes linger on the way his body fills up his suit. The fabric straining against his muscles as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Likewise, didn’t know you had the cutest little boy around. He's real special..” You say as you casually slip back into your work pumps, smoothing out the wrinkles of your blouse.

You flush, noticing Heesueng’s eyes lingering on your fingertips, mentally tracing the curves of your body.

After a long moment, Heeseung shakes his head trying to snap himself out of, whatever he’s feeling.

“He deserves the world and I—I  wish I could give it to him,” Heeseung confesses his voice low, almost sounding defeated.

“You’re doing enough…trust me. I couldn’t imagine being in your shoes. Especially with that ball of energy.” You say truthfully, your gaze lingering on him for another second too long. Noticing the way his dark hair compliments his eyes. 

Heeseung nervously clears his throat, his cheeks flushing as the noise smacks you out of your trance with a nervous laugh.

Heeseung hesitates, there's a moment of comfortable silence before he speaks up. “Well I have another meeting at 12, and I’ve got a presentation I need to work on for Friday, I don’t know how I'm going to get it all done—”

“Don’t worry, I can watch him. I’ll order him some food and keep him entertained while you work.” You interrupt with a soft smile. Your fingertips mindlessly adjust your hair, making his heart flutter. 

“If that's okay with you?” You add nervously.

“Are you sure you really don’t have to…” Heeseung mutters, but you can tell from his body language he’s secretly relieved and deeply grateful for the offer.

“I want to, I’ve pretty much got a blank schedule today so I don’t mind.” You say as Callum finishes his granola and runs back towards the two of you. Leaving a messy pile of crumbs where he sat and ate his snack.

He gently clings to the side of your leg, gripping the fabric of your dress pants. 

Heeseung takes one look and he just can’t say no. 

“Daddy! Can we play some more!” Callum says as he tugs at the side of your pant leg. 

Heeseung smiles, this time it's different, authentic. 

“I’ll be back around 5.”

And with that, he leaves you two in the office to make it your very own personal playground.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

The sun starts to set letting hues of orange and pink seep through the office windows.

5pm rolls around and  Heeseung couldn’t be more than happy to be done with his tedious work.

His breath catches as he turns the corner of the hall. Heart softening as he finds the state of the two of you. 

You’re still lying on the rug, barefoot, and with your hair loose as you type away at your laptop. Typical of you to get a head start on some work for tomorrow. 

Callum rests his head on your leg as he sleeps peacefully. His little chest rises and falls with soft breaths as he dozes off peacefully.

You don’t even notice Heeseung standing in the doorway again, as you continue to work.

Remnants of a door-dashed chicken nugget meal is left right next to you. A little bit of ketchup staining Callum’s dinosaur shirt. 

Callum is fed, asleep, and happy. 

That makes today a win. 

“I don’t know how I’m ever going to repay you for this,” Heeseung speaks up as he steps into the room. His voice was soft enough to catch your attention but not to wake Callum. 

You flinch as you hear his voice, unaware that he was watching you for the last few minutes completely enthralled with what he was seeing.

“Is it 5:00 already?” You ask tearing your gaze away from your laptop to glance at Heeseung leaning against the doorframe. His tight blazer rode up just enough to reveal his strong build underneath his slim white shirt. 

“5:16 actually,” Heeseung says matter-of-factly. He drags himself into the room, setting down his laptop and keeling down to help clean up the mess. 

He starts to pick up the food trash, gathering up all the pens and markers. A few pages are scattered across the floor. He smiles as he flips through the drawings. 

Dinosaurs, castles, sharks—his heart stops when he sees messily drawn stick figures in front of a house. 

It’s a boy with black hair, a tall man with the same, and a woman that looks a lot like you. 

Callum drew this, little stick figures in front of his home, a family. 

Heeseung doesn’t say anything to you, he just continues to clean and pack up letting Callum rest on your leg peacefully. But his heart is thumping in his ears.

Imagining you with Callum, in his home. Imagining you in his bed—

He stops himself. You’re his assistant for God’s sake, not a free babysitter. You come here to get a check just like he does. Not to live out some fantasy that he knows is out of reach. 

Heeseung glances at the picture on his desk just one more time. He keeps telling himself it’s asking too much, and that having a family like that is impossible for him.

He tries, but his heart is tugging in another direction. 

There are hardly any words spoken between you as Heeseung packs up his things. The rest of the staff was already gone leaving the office dim and cold and empty.

You gently pick up Callum. He stirs slightly as you hold him up against your hip. You slip back into your shoes, and without even asking, Heeseung grabs the rest of your things. 

The elevator ride down is quiet. The only sound is the soft hum of the cables and Callum’s soft sleepy breaths against your shoulder.

Your heels click against the concrete as you carry Callum to the parking garage. Heeseung keeps glancing at you briefly, not being able to hold contact too long. Like he’s still trying to keep you at a distance, but he's failing. 

“The black Kia is mine…” Heeseung says softly as he leads you through the empty parking garage to the back row of parking spots.

Once you reach the car he opens the back door for you. Letting you easily slide Callum into his car seat. You don’t even notice the drool left on your white shirt as you buckle him into the car. 

Heeseung just stands watching from the side. You look incredible, and he notices the drool left on your corporate attire.

You just look so right, feel so right. But he knows it’s not right in the slightest.

Once Callum is bucked in you shut the door to the black SUV turning to take your blazer, laptop, and workbag from Heeseungs arms.

“You have no idea what you’ve done for me today,” Heeseung says softly, his tone truthfully like he means every word as he passes you your things.

“Anytime. Callum is worth it.” You say softly as you slip back into your navy blue blazer. 

“Here let me repay you for the Happy Meal I—“ 

“Don’t. Please. It’s my pleasure truly.”  You say as you playfully 'shh' him with your fingertips. His cheeks flushed a soft pink at the gesture.

You don’t even realize just how close you are. 

There’s a pause. It’s not awkward just heavy. Like you can feel the thoughts racing through your head and his.

You catch a breath as he stares down into your eyes, his gaze lingering across every one of your features. 

He hesitates, not wanting to cross a line, but God he wants to. He reaches out his hand, gently cupping the sides of your face, his thumbs brushing against the warmth of your cheeks.

You swear you can hear the beat of your heart echoing through the empty car garage. 

“You are so kind, so beautiful…” Heeseung mutters under his breath. His gaze locked on you like he’s in a trance. His fingertips gently brush against your soft skin. 

He leans in, his lips almost touching yours. His breath is hot against you. The woody and masculine smell of his fading cologne fills your senses. Reminding you how quickly the distance is shrinking between you.

The moment is charged, you both know you shouldn’t. But you're dying to have a taste of his perfectly shaped lips. 

“You really saved me today, I can’t say thank you enough” Heeseung whispers. Tension sizzles while his heart feels conflicted all at once.

But right now, off the clock, he’s feeling everything he’s been pushing down since the day you were promoted.

 Right now, you’re not just his assistant. You’re the generous, intelligent, attractive woman that he's been pushing away since day one.

His eyes find yours again, and he doesn’t want to push you away anymore.

He’s scared but also excited. Maybe you could be something more.

“Then don’t say it.” You mutter softly… Your eyes widen as you realize what just slipped out of your mouth. 

Heeseung chuckles again. The sound makes your stomach flip as his dark eyes flick down to your perfectly shaped lips. 

His breath catches.

He hesitates.

But closes the distance. 

He leans in and captures your soft lips with his own. The kiss is soft, gentle, barely there like he’s trying to say goodbye and thank you all at once.

Your breath gets caught in your lungs as you feel the warmth of his lips against your own. You feel the tension slipping from your body as you kiss him back with a soft sigh.

You slowly move your hands letting them rest against his chest, gently pulling at the cool fabric of his button-up shirt. 

His lips brush against yours again, barely capturing your lips with his own, keeping his distance in case you want to pull away.

You don’t. 

You can’t help but lean into it. His lips are soft and feather-like. You gasp into his mouth, heart-thumping in your chest.

Your breath hitches, and Heeseung smirks. Noticing the effect he’s having on you. 

The kiss lingers, for two seconds, maybe three. After a short moment, he pulls away. His breath still mingling with your own.

His lips were pink and plump from the kiss. He lets his fingertips linger on your skin before reluctantly pulling them away. Leaving you with a shiver of cold without his warmth. 

“Damn,” Heeseung whispers breathlessly under his breath as he puts a few more inches of cold distance between you.

“Is that your way of saying thank you?” You tease with a soft smirk as you lean down to pick up the rest of your things, face burning as you realize—

You just kissed your boss.

“I’ve wanted to try that for longer than you think” Heeseung teases back as he nervously pulls his gaze away from you to dig in his pocket for his car keys.

The tension is heavy between you two, like you both want to say so much but the words just won't come out.

“I should get going it’s getting late—” You say nervously adjusting the wrinkled collar of your shirt in an attempt to ease some of the thick tension.

“You’re right, I’ll see you tomorrow?” Heeseung questions hopefully. His eyes lingered on you once again.

“Yeah, tomorrow.” You reply as you turn on your heel to walk towards your car, scared of what would happen if you stayed a moment longer.

“Drive safe…” Heeseung calls out behind you as he leans against the side of his car, watching as you walk across the garage before stepping into your car.

You pull the driver's side door shut with a slam. Letting out a loud heavy breath of relief as you try to process what just happened. 

Heeseung is a father. Exhausted, attractive, and kissing you like a fucking dream.

A problem in the making.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

You can’t stop thinking about the day as you finally arrive home. You aggressively throw your things down on the kitchen counter and make your way straight for the shower. 

Hopefully, that will help clear your mind. 

You step into the shower washing your hair and skin. You can’t stop thinking about Heeseung’s gentle glances. About Callum's sweet laughter. All the things confessed and how natural everything felt in the chaos.

The weight of the day finally catches up to you as you change into a satin pair of pajamas and slide into bed.

You’re exhausted, physically and mentally. 

Just as you shut your eyes your phone vibrates and buzzes on the nightstand. You groan, lazily grabbing it, the illuminating screen hurting your eyes as you look at it in the darkness.

It’s Heeseung. 

At this hour? He can't be calling about presentations or pamphlets that need to be made. Your thumb hovers over the green circle. 

On the third ring, you pick up. 

“Hello?” You say into the phone with a professional tone.

“Hey sorry to bother you this late. You’re still up?” Heeseung asks.

You hear the rustling of sheets through the other side of the line and it only piques your interest. 

“Wouldn’t be talking to you if I wasn’t.” You say playfully in response. 

There’s a soft pause, the sound of your ceiling fan creaking overtop your bed the only thing that cuts through the breathing. 

“Hey about the kiss, I hope I want to cross a line or anything. I want to apologize—“ Heeseung breathes out.

“No trust me, you don’t have to apologize.” You say, your heart beating faster the longer the call goes on. 

Heeseung bites his lip, contemplating if he wants to say what he’s thinking. 

“I liked it, a lot actually and I would do it again,” Heeseung confesses, his voice shaky you can almost see how red he is behind the screen.

“Oh yeah?” You reply, your thighs already clenching together under the covers just at the sound of his voice. 

“I want to do more than just kiss you actually—God I shouldn’t be saying this. Maybe I should hang up,” Heeseung confesses, his voice heavy as your phone picks up the sound of more sheets rustling. 

 “Please don’t.” You plead. Your voice was shaky as it cuts through the silence. There’s another quiet pause before Heeseung softly interrupts.

“…what are you wearing?” He asks curiously with a whisper. His voice hits through the phone as you hold it to your ear.

“Satin..nothing underneath.” You say with a shaky breath. 

“Fuck. That’s hot.” Heeseung says into the phone as you hear more sounds of him from the other side. He lets a quiet breathily moan slip from his lips.

“I wish I was there. The things I would do to you, for you…” Heeseung mumbles his voice softly trailing off. 

“What things?” You ask, your voice a soft gasp catching in your throat. 

“I would kiss you again, letting my hands slide that satin off your pretty skin. Then I would kiss down your neck, letting you moan into my ear. I bet you’d sound so pretty.” Heeseung confesses. 

You imagine it, your thighs squeezing together at the thought, you’re heart beating faster as you hear his breaths getting heavier. 

“Fuck..” Heeseung gasps with a soft moan. Your eyes roll back in response as your free hand traces lower until it’s slipping into the satin fabric of your shorts.

“Then I’d kiss down your body. Down until I was kneeled between your legs, tasting you. Worshiping you, a real thank you compared to that kiss.” Heeseung gasps as you hear the bed creek underneath him on the other side of the phone. 

You moan at the thought, you don’t even realize it slipped past your lips right through the other side of the call. 

“Shit—“ you gasp your fingers slowing their movement between your legs. 

“You touching yourself?” Heeseung whispers. 

“Yeah..” you reply, your cheeks burning hot as you do. Not completely from embarrassment but maybe from how much you’re enjoying this.

“Me too…I’m so hard just thinking about you..” Heeseung says as he’s cut off with another soft groan. 

“Fuck—“ you curse as you grab some of the wetness leaking from your hole before dragging it up to your clit working small circles on yourself. 

“I’d be so good to you. Lying you back, fucking you in missionary so I can watch your pretty face.” Heeseung gasps, his breath heavy as his hand moves against himself.

“God, your voice..” you gasp as you rub yourself faster adding more pressure between your thighs. 

“Let me hear you. Fuck let me hear those pretty sounds..” Heeseung commands through the line, and the phone picks up the sound of his sharp breaths.

Your thighs shake as you push yourself further, getting lost in the image of his mouth on your pussy before sliding his cock into it. You close your eyes, letting his breaths turn you on more. 

“Daddy?” You hear softly from the other side of the phone.

 Everything stops. 

“What is it, Cal?” You hear Heeseung's muffled voice as the sheets are aggressively tossed on the other side of the phone. The room goes quiet as you hear him jump up from the bed

After a moment he comes back. 

“Shit—I’ve got to take care of him...I’m sorry..” Heeseung says frantically. 

“It’s ok I understand…have a goodnight.” You reply softly. 

“You too, goodnight,” Heeseung replies before hitting the red button on the screen leaving you completely in silence. 

You let out a sigh of pure disappointment as you turn to dig through your bedside table to find your vibrator.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

The next day you show up to the office early. Partly because you always do and partly because you couldn’t hardly sleep at all.

Not after that call.

You remember the empty feeling of having the most unsatisfying orgasm ever. Your fingers and toys feel like nothing compared to his voice turning you on.

You shake your head trying to clear your head of the thoughts. Last night shouldn’t have happened, and you can’t let it interfere with your work. 

You pull your laptop out of your bag and immediately start to skim through your inbox, making the usual list of clients to call and meetings to attend. You’re quickly interrupted by a knock. 

You glance at the door as Heeseung steps in. His blazer unbuttoned along with the top buttons of his white shirt. His tie hangs loosely around his neck.

You immediately notice the bags around his eyes suggesting he didn’t get much sleep either.

“How’s Callum?” You ask honestly. 

“My nephew is home from college today so he’s watching him,” Heeseung says casually as he steps into the room closing the door shut behind him. 

“Can we talk about yesterday?” He asks as leans against the side of your desk. His blazer is tight as he crosses his arms.

“You think this is a good time to bring up the phone sex we had before your son walked in?” You tease casually as you continue to scribble notes onto your planner. 

“I didn’t mean to leave you hanging, trust me,” Heeseung murmurs his voice dropping an octave as he leans in close. 

“It’s okay I had my vibrator finish the job.” You tease matter-of-factly. 

“Now that’s cruel,” Heeseung says with a soft chuckle. The same laugh that was making you lose it yesterday. 

“We shouldn’t be talking about this here.” You reply, already feeling yourself getting worked up again.

The warmth between your thighs, the flush in your cheeks. 

“I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.” Heeseung states as he glances deeply into your eyes. Like he’s pleading with you to not shut him out. 

You sit back in your office chair as he rounds the desk, you let him step closer, breath catching as he leans in. 

“Tell me to stop, and I will...” he whispers as he gently cups the side of your face again, his eyes flicking down to stare at your lips. 

You remember exactly how it felt in the parking garage, how warm and wet and inviting his kisses were. You’d be a fool to say no. 

Heeseung closes the distance his lips strongly clashing into yours. He lets out a deep groan of satisfaction at the contact. 

Your hands slide to the back of his neck, fingertips tangling in his dark hair as your lips move in synch. 

This time the kiss isn’t gentle and soft, it’s intense and full of need. 

You gasp for air as he pulls away only for your lips to capture his again. Your lipstick smudges down your chin as Heeseung sucks and nips at your swollen lips. 

You part your lips in invitation and Heeseung swiftly accepts. Gently pushing your lips open further with his tongue as he slips into your mouth. 

You whimper as you taste the remnants of his morning coffee on his tongue.

“God you’re so—“ Heeseung gasps as he pulls away an inch to catch his breath. Your lipstick smudged across his lips and chin. 

Heeseungs brows furrow as his phone buzzes in his back pocket. He pulls away, keeping one hand resting on your waist as he answers. 

The phone screen flashes ‘Riki’ with an option to pick up or decline.

“It’s my nephew— I have to take this...” Heesung grumbles as he keeps one hand resting on you, not wanting to completely pull out of the moment just yet.

“He’s sick? Fever?” You hear Heeseung say with a concerned tone of voice. His expression drops as he stays on the call. 

You watch with concern. After a few more moments of muffled talking from the other side, he hangs up. Letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Callum’s running a fever now…and I have a meeting at 4. I won’t be able to get to him and Riki just isn’t exactly—“

“Do you want me to pick him up?” You offer, secretly excited to see the little ball of energy again even if he is under the weather. 

Heeseung doesn’t even speak, he just kisses you again.

Another thank you, another promise. 

“I don’t want to push my luck— but if you wouldn’t mind.” Heeseung gasps against your lips. The tension was visibly relieved at your request.

“Text me the address, I’ve got you.”

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

**arrived**

The GPS beeps as you pull into the driveway of Heeseung's house. It’s a small modest home in a quiet neighborhood.

The outside was neglected. The grass was overgrown and the flowerbeds were messy.  

Heeseung pulls in right behind you. He swiftly puts the car in park, running right to your side. 

“How is he?” Heeseung asks frantically as he watches you lean into the backseat of your car to unbuckle Callum from his car seat. 

“He’s got a fever for sure, poor baby says his stomach has been hurting too.” You say with a sharp groan as you pull a sleepy Callum out of the backseat of your car. 

“There’s some medicine in the CVS bag up front I bought it just in case.” You say breathlessly as you balance a very sleepy Callum on your hip. 

Heeseung grabs the bag of medicine and locks up the cars behind you. He jogs awkwardly to catch up to you and unlock the door. 

Your heart softens as you step into the warmth of his home. The home is small but it looks lived in. 

Callum’s drawings on the fridge, days of unopened mail stacked up on the kitchen countertops, and Legos spilled across the carpet. 

You can’t explain the feeling any other way besides, right? 

Not perfect, just right. 

And maybe the imperfect is whats been filling that empty feeling in both of you. 

You kick your heels off at the door, letting your bare feet hit the carpet as you lie Callum down on the living room couch. 

He’s half awake, burning up, cheeks red. 

Heeseung is right behind you, opening up the medicine and pouring the syrup into a small cup. 

“Cal you need to take some medicine if you want to feel better,” Heeseung says softly as he kneels next to him. 

“No! I don’t like the red flavor it’s yucky.” Callum protests as he tries to knock the medicine out of Heeseungs hands. 

“Cal-“ he grunts with frustration as some of the medicine spills on his black suit. 

“Callum…” you say with a soft, soothing voice as you kneel next to him, your hands stroking through his hair. The same dark shade as his dad's. 

“If you want your tummy to stop hurting you have to take the medicine. You can do it, Callum..” you say softly as you rake your fingertips through his hair trying to calm his anxiety.

“I don’t wanna-“ Callum whines.

“What if I hold your hand? And we count to three?” You suggest lovingly.

Callum stirs but that seems to do the trick. You hold his little hand in yours as you start to count. 

“One”

“Two”

“Three”

With a sharp breath, Heeseung puts the cup to his lips, holding it there until he swallows it in a few shaky gulps. 

“There you go…see it wasn’t so bad.” You praise, gently patting his back softly. 

“You ready for bed Cal?” Heeseung whispers, his fingertips brushing against his forehead again to feel his fever.

“Is she leaving?” Callum whispers. 

You pause. Heart fluttering in your chest.

Are you leaving? 

“Can you tuck me in? That's what mommy used to do.” Callum asks, his little voice shaky as he sniffles.

You’re heart sinks. You don’t say anything.

You quickly glance at Heeseung for approval and he nods. 

You pick Callum up off the couch and Heeseung leads to down the dark hall to his room. There are toys all over the floor, mismatched furnishings, and the walls decorated with his finger paintings and prints of his favorite characters. 

You lie him down on the small bed tucked in the corner, pulling the blankets up and tucking him at the sides to keep him comfortable. 

Heeseung watches leaning against the edge of the doorframe. His heart felt warm and full at the sight.

He knows he can’t let you go tonight, not after this. 

He thought he could do this alone, thought he was the type of man that could juggle it all.

But your patience, your kindness, is something Heeseung hasn’t seen in a long time. 

“Can I have my dinosaur?” Callum asks his voice weak as he curls into the pillows and blankets with a cough. 

You pass him the dinosaur plush that was halfway tucked under the bed. Probably lost in the chaos of this morning. Callum grabs it and settles into the blankets.

“Thank you…” he says weakly.

Your breath catches, you know he’s not just talking about the plushie. 

“Sleep well Callum…” you whisper before gently pushing some of his dark hair away from his temple. You gently kiss him goodnight before turning to the door. 

Heeseung can’t look away. You look so perfect right now. And the way you handled everything it’s making his heart swell. 

The two of you file out of the door with unspoken words. Heeseung hits the lights and closes the door to Callum’s room. 

“Will you stay?” Heeseung asks, his eyes pleading like he’s begging you not to go. 

“Heeseung I—“ 

“Please I have wine.  I know it’s nothing compared to everything you’ve done for me, for us..” he trails off, his hands sliding between the two of your bodies to find yours. 

He laces your fingertips in his own, the motion taking the words out of your throat.

You know you should protest, but physically you can’t.

And you have to admit to yourself you want this just as much as him.

“Wine sounds perfect. And I’d kill to get out of this suit.” You reply with a playful breathy laugh. 

Heeseung lets you change into some of his clothes, a large oversized t-shirt and baggy basketball shorts. 

You step into the kitchen finding him dressed casually in gray sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt.

You bite your lip as you turn the corner. Your gaze lingers on his messy hair and casual attire. You’ve never seen him like this before.

“Sorry it’s nothing fancy, single dad budget— you know how it goes,” Heeseung mutters as he opens the half-full bottle of red wine and pours it into two glass cups.

“I’m sure it tastes great.” You say as he motions for you to join him in the living room.

You sit next to him on the plush couch, fingers brushing against his as you take the wineglass from his hand. 

You bring the glass to your lips, taking a small sip of the liquid. Heeseung does the same. The air is thick, like there’s still so much left to say. 

“You’re incredible you know that? You got him to take his medicine without a fight. Sure you’re not casting spells on me?” Heeseung teases. 

You laugh, really laugh. It feels warm in your chest.

“God…Heeseung..” you say as you try to catch your breath. 

Heeseung chuckles too, his voice low and deep. He leans in, taking another sip of his wine as he turns to look at you. 

You can smell the fading scent of his cologne. You didn’t even realize how quickly the woody musk has become one of your favorite scents.

You lean in closer, letting your free hand rest on top of his.

“I always thought I would have this by now…a house, a family.” You say weakly. Your voice was shaky as you opened up to him in the quiet darkness of his living room. 

Heeseung doesn’t say anything. He just watches, just listens. 

“You know it was always homework in college then it was internships. Then it was hooking up with the wrong guy, then it was another who never wanted anything serious. It was just fail after fail.” You say with a bitter laugh as you hold back tears. 

“Then I just stopped looking, kept my head up, focused on work. And it paid off with the promotion it really did. But even with the raise I just felt so empty...” You say weakly as you blink back tears. 

There’s a quiet minute, neither of you says anything you just set the wine down and sit in comfortable silence. 

“Callum...wasn’t planned. At all.” Heeseung speaks up, his own voice shaky with emotion.

“I wasn’t in love with his mom. I was in college, was acting reckless, thought I was being careful that one time.” He says his voice dripping with self-depreciation. The tone makes your heart-ache. 

“Then she told me she was pregnant and that she wanted to keep him. So I stepped up. I got another job, took summer classes, and thought I could maybe redeem myself by showing up and doing the right thing.” Heeseung adds. 

“It wasn’t what I signed up for. But the minute Callum was born, the minute I became a father I just instantly had so much love for him. So I was determined to make it work with his mom.” Heeseung confesses. 

“She was bartending and taking classes, I was just starting with the company, and one night—she left for a shift late at night and didn’t come back. Found out she was killed in a car accident. That guilt, fuck it eats you alive.” Heeseung says, his voice shaking as he tries to hold it all together. 

You lean in, gently pulling him closer, just offering to let him rest or pull away. His arms reach around your waist, pulling you closer. 

“You’re doing enough, trust me.” You whisper into his ear as you pull him closer. 

His breath hitches, and he squeezes your waists tighter. “I didn’t expect to be a single dad at twenty-one god that just sounds—“

“Like a lot..yeah..” you finish. 

“But this with you..feels like the missing piece to a puzzle I didn’t even realize I was struggling to put together,” Heeseung confesses. 

Your heart stops at his confession. Your fingertips shake, this is exactly what you’ve been missing too.

Someone to lean on, a home to come home to. 

“I didn’t expect it to be you,” you whisper, still trembling from the confession. 

“Me either, but I’m tired of pushing this away,” Heeseung confesses. 

You kiss him, gasping into his mouth as you taste the sweet wine lingering on his lips. Your hands slide to the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. 

You don’t even realize tears are falling from your face until his hand gently cups your face, his thumb brushing the tears away. You kiss him harder, pouring everything into the kiss. 

Heeseung pulls away gasping for air. His lips still mingling against yours, his breath shaky as he tries to hold himself back from diving in for more.

“Will you come to bed with me? I want to take my time with you. No interruptions” He suggests with a weak breathless laugh. 

You’re so breathless all you can do is nod.  

Heeseung kicks the room to his door open with his foot. He lies you down on the bed in the dark room. His breath was heavy and labored already. 

“Fuck..” he curses as she kisses you again, this time it’s hungry, needy. He lets his lips drag down your throat. And you can’t help but arch into his touch. 

Your hips arch off the bed and Heeseung lets out a sharp exhale. He reluctantly pulls away from your skin, his fingertips hooking inside the waistband of your shorts.

In one swift motion, he pulls them down tossing them to the floor. 

You gasp as the cold air hits your bare pussy, already starting to get wet from just his kissing. He doesn’t even bother to pull off the rest of your clothes.

He locks eyes with you as he spreads your legs, leaning in to drag his lips across the inside of your thighs.

“You’re so wet already? Goddamn, just from some kissing?” Heeseung asks rhetorically.

He spreads your legs and dives in. 

He lets out a deep groan of approval as his mouth finds your heat, his large hands keep your legs spread apart as he licks another slow stripe from your dripping entrance to your clit. 

“Heeseung God—“ you moan weakly as he holds you open more. He pushes up the fabric of your shirt so his hands can feel the warm skin on your hips and waist. 

“So fucking sweet…” Heeseung mumbles as he pulls away to catch his breath, only to gently kiss your inner thighs before his tongue slides across your folds again.

Your breath gets caught in your chest, the feeling of pleasure already starting to build in your core. Your hands tangle in his dark hair pulling him in closer. 

Heeseung drags his tongue through your folds like he is trying to memorize every inch. You gasp, feeling yourself dripping as his tongue flicks your sensitive clit.

Heeseung catches on, you like that. He drags his tongue back towards your clit and gives it more attention. He lightly sucks on it as your back arches off the mattress.

“You’re so good with him. Holding his hand, tucking him in—Do you have any idea what that does to a man?” Heeseung murmurs as he pulls away from you to breathe. 

You whimper as he kisses the inside of your thighs, your pussy shamelessly clenching around nothing as his mouth makes its way back to your place of need.

“That's it, soak me, let me give you a proper thank you.”  Heeseung mumbles into your heat. His tongue moves hot and fast like he’s been waiting to do this.

You feel yourself letting go. Your body relaxes under his touch, deep moans escaping from your throat as he eats you out with precision.

“Fuck keep going…” You moan as you prop yourself up on your arms to get a look at him between your legs.

He's deep in it. His eyes halfway shut as his hands grip tighter onto the back of your thighs. He’s completely lost in pleasuring you.

Your thighs tremble as he picks up speed, lapping at your aching clit between long, thick stripes up your folds.

He doubles down his efforts, squeezing your thighs tight, keeping them open as he sucks more ridged moans from you.

You curse, letting his name fall shamelessly from your lips as he pushes you to the edge. That familiar warm knot starts to pool in your stomach. Thighs trembling by his ears.

His tongue slides away from your clit, dipping into your wet hole to taste more of what you have to offer. His fingertips dig into your skin as he fucks his tongue into you with a low groan of satisfaction.

You’re wet, dripping, shamelessly letting it coat Heeseung’s lips and drip down his chin as he fucks his tongue into it with a steady pace.

“Oh, fuck I'm gonna come, Heesung—” You gasp breathlessly as your grip tightens in his hair. Your moans only grew deeper and thighs shook on either side of his head.

“Come for me, baby…Fuck I need it—” Heeseung gasps into your wet pussy, the sounds of his lips sucking at you only pushes you further.

He finds your clit again, tongue pressing harder as he traces patterns across it. Following your moans as he pushes you over the edge.

You let go. The orgasm is better and stronger than anything you could achieve with your vibrator. You shamelessly coat his lips and the sheets beneath with your hot arousal.

Heeseung gasps into you as he laps up what he can, you coat his face, wave after wave. Your clit buzzing with pleasure as he anchors his tongue to it.

He slows his movements to small, lazy licks as you come down from your high. Your grip loosens as your body falls limp onto the mattress. 

The heat flushes your cheeks as you bask in the afterglow, your body still twitching from the intensity of your orgasm. Completely overstimulated.

“Damn I can’t remember the last time I came like that..” you reply breathlessly. Your chest vigorously rises and falls as you struggle to chase your breath. 

Heeseung licks you one last time, savoring your sweet wetness before he pulls himself away. Wiping your juices off his lips and chin before he hovers over you. His large hands caging you in on either side of your head. 

“You should go ahead and throw away that vibrator. Now that I’ve got you I’m not letting you go.” Heeseung says with a playful smirk.

You cup his face as he leans in, kissing you slowly, his tongue languid against yours as he lets you taste your sweet essence on his lips. 

“Fuck need to be inside you. Holy shit—“ Heeseung says breath catching in his chest as he kisses down your neck, his hands slipping into the waistband of his sweats before pulling them down.

He tosses them to the side letting his aching cock spring free. It’s thick, hard, and already leaking.

He doesn’t waste any more time. Heeseung guides you onto your back, his eyes locked on you as he spreads apart your legs just how he likes it, notching his sensitive tip into your wet entrance. 

He glances at you one last time for consent. You nod. 

He lets out a low groan as he pushes in. Your heat is tight, enveloping him and squeezing him perfectly. He takes his time sliding into you. Once he’s buried to the hilt he pauses.

“You were made for me—“ 

Heeseung starts to move, pulling out until just his swollen tip is notched inside only to grip your hips tighter as he slams back in. The wet sound of your body echoing off the walls.

“Mmm..you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this with you…” he confesses, his pace picking up slightly. Your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping him for support. 

You only get wetter, his thick cock spreading you open deliciously with each thrust. 

You’re breathless as his thick cock slides against your walls, hitting spots inside you didn’t even know existed. 

“Fuck the way you’re squeezing me? Goddamn, you're making me want to make another baby…”

Heeseung mumbles as he grips the back of your knees, pushing your legs back towards the bed as he sinks even deeper into you. 

“Just imagine it, we could give Callum a sister, fuck imagine her with your hair and your eyes—“

You feel it again, that pit of despair in your stomach, that feeling of emptiness, that feeling of being broken.

“Heeseung…” you cut him off, your frustrated tone snapping him out of the mood. 

“Everything okay? Am I hurting you? He asks frantically, brows furrowing with confusion as he slows his thrusts. His breath is heavy as his hand moves from your leg to your face.

“Heeseung I can’t.” You say, your throat feeling like it’s being wrapped in barbed wire as you hold back tears.

“You can’t? Can’t what?” Heeseung asks as he stops his thrusts, his voice full of concern as his hands cup your face. Thumbs brushing across the softness of your cheeks.

“I can’t get pregnant, the chances are low.” You choke out, the words feeling like they’re being ripped from your heart.

You can’t help but start to sob after all these years dealing with this battle alone. 

Heeseung just holds you, his warm hands pulling you close. He doesn’t say anything right away, he just lets you cry. 

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said—I didn’t know…” he whispers intimately like anything louder would break you even more. 

“It's okay, I’ve never told anyone this before.” You choke out as the aching sob comes to a stop. 

He’s still holding you, still inside you, still wanting you. 

He didn’t even flinch, he just held you. 

“I always told myself I didn’t want it, want this. The kids the mess, the family. Thought I could fill that emptiness by being the career girl.—" You say chest heaving as you whimper another sob.

“I can’t give you the life you want.” You whisper painfully. 

“I already have it.” Heeseung whispers against you as he holds you closer. 

“You, Callum, all of it. We can make it work. We could be a family again…” his voice trails off weakly. 

His words take the air out of your lungs, you can’t even speak, so you kiss him. 

Slow, deep, messy. Just like how everything so far has felt with him. 

And you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

His hands slide down your body again, hands gently holding your hips. He slowly starts to rock his half-hard cock back into you. His lips dragging away from yours. 

“Tell me what you need, do you want to keep going?” Heeseung asks, his breath heavy, his cock already starting to grow hard. Your warmth makes him choke back a moan. 

“Don’t stop..” you gasp, your eyes still watering from before. Heeseung leans down, his soft lips kissing your tears away as he slowly buries himself inside you. 

Heeseung takes his time, dragging his cock through your clenching walls only to push back in. His swollen tip kissing your cervix deep.

He just holds you like you're the most precious thing in the world. 

He fucks you like your fragile, not in an attempt to break you, it’s like he’s treasuring you instead.

The sounds of skin on skin fills the room, the squelch between your bodies is erotic. 

You can’t help but reach out to him. His hands hold you close, making you finally feel complete. 

He leans down to kiss you again, his lips reluctantly pull away for him to whisper. 

“I don’t need any more kids, not some perfect plan, you’re everything. And I love you, every part of you.” Heeseung confesses against your lips. 

Your world feels like it stops in that moment. After everything you've confessed, he still wants you.

Ans after everything he's confessed to you, you feel the same way.

“I love you too.” You choke out, trying to hold back another sob. Heeseung lets a breathy laugh slip past his lips. Like he can’t exactly believe this is happening, that this is real. 

You clench around him with a gasp, grounding him in reality. 

This is real. 

His hand slips between your slick bodies, fingertips finding you clit, still coated wet. 

“Fuck…Heeseung…” you moan into his neck. Your nails dug into the porcelain skin of his biceps. Your hips rock into his, chasing your release again. 

“Need you to come again, on my cock this time.” Heeseung gasps, his own hips jerking as he feels himself slipping towards the edge. His hand still rubbing small, torturous circles on your clit.

“Heeseung I’m—fuck so close—“ you whisper weakly. Your heart beats rapidly as you feel the warmth in your stomach again. Legs shaking as he pushes you over the edge. 

You come again, hands gripping him tight as he buries himself deep inside you. You clench around him, moaning his name as your toes curl with pleasure. Dripping wetness like a wave, the sheets below getting soaked. 

“Fuck, that’s it, I’m gonna come—“ he whimpers as he thrusts one last time hard and deep. He exhales as thick ropes of cum shoot into you. Painting you as his. 

He gasps your name as his cock throbs and he pushes deeper, letting your pussy squeeze out every drop of his cum. 

You don’t move, the two of you just lie there, heavy breathing echoing off the walls as cum drips down your inner thighs. 

Heeseung kisses you, his thumbs tracing small patterns right above the skin of your hips. He kisses you slow and deep like he’s telling you everything he couldn’t find words to say out loud. 

He breaks away, his sweaty forehead resting on yours. His eyes were half-lidded with desire, his softening cock still inside your warmth. 

“I love you.” He whispers, truthfully. There’s nothing else behind it. 

“I love you too.” You gasp back, tears threatening to spill again. 

With those words, it feels like the weight of the past falls away.

The path ahead isn’t smooth, but it’s a path worth walking. 

This time it’s not about the picture-perfect plan or the picture-perfect image. 

It’s imperfect and for once that’s enough. 

A beautiful second chance. 

For you and him.

*8 months later*

The timer for the oven beeps over the sound of laughter. You’re back in his home dressed in warm pajamas, bare feet on the kitchen floor.

You watch Callum as he plays in the living room with his toys. An old Christmas movie playing on the TV as the warmth of the house envelops you. 

You open the oven, and the scent of freshly baked apple pie fills the air. The heat from the oven is nothing in comparison to how full your heart feels. You set the pie on the cooling rack, turning to place the oven mitts back in the drawer. 

“Oh my God that smells amazing,” Heeseung says as he rounds the corner with a huge smile on his face.

“Apple pie, your favorite— You can thank the freezer aisle at Walmart.” You say with a soft chuckle.

Heeseung steps closer to you, pulling you into his arms and spinning you around like a scene out of a cheesy rom-com. 

He looks you in the eyes, full of love. His breath hitches as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small folded piece of copy paper. 

“What’s this?” You ask softly. Take the paper in your hands and slowly unfold it piece by piece.

“It’s from Cal. I was just waiting for the right moment…” Heeseung whispers, his voice slightly trembling as he watches you.

Your heart stops. 

It’s a drawing with highlighters, a house scribbled into the background, a tall man with dark hair, a little boy with the same…

And a woman who looks a lot like you. 

Before you can even process it all Heeseung is in front of you, dropping to one knee. 

You can’t even breathe, he just smiles at you as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny red box.

“So I don’t have a speech planned, or roses or a photographer. But you, here, with Callum and I, it’s a second chance I never imagined I’d have. And I love you, and I want nothing more than to wake up beside you every day as my wife…”

“Will you marry me?”

His voice cracks, his hands tremble. 

You glance at the ring, and then back at him, proposing in the middle of the kitchen in his pajamas.

And it would be your greatest honor to become this man’s wife. 

“Yes. God yes.” You say breathlessly. Heeseung smiles with relief, he wastes no time taking the ring from the box and sliding it onto your finger.

It’s delicate and simple. No huge diamonds or lavish gold. But it’s more than enough.

He kisses you. His arms wrap around you like he never wants to let you go. You break away from his lips as you hear Callum barrel into the kitchen. 

“Did she say yes?!!” He asks as he hugs the both of you. 

You wipe the tears from your cheeks with a soft breathless laugh. 

“She did Cal-“ Heeseung says with a smile as he gives you another gentle peck on the lips. 

“Ewww are you guys going to kiss more now? That’s gross.” Callum groans. 

“You’ll understand one day Cal...” Heeseung mutters. 

You pull away taking the drawing in your hand and placing it front and center on the fridge with a homemade magnet. 

And you take one look around at everything. And the puzzle finally feels complete. 

This wasn’t just a new beginning.

This isn’t just a second chance, 

Maybe it was the right one all along.

© brokenengene

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[sillyuin]

Mission: Love letter

Genre: fluff and pinch of humor.

Pairing: Jeonghan x female!reader.

Warnings: Firts person P.O.V, some cursing, Stayc's Sumin appears briefly just because.

- Yuin’s note: Let me get this straight. I wrote this long ago but didn't posted it bc I'm really insecure about it. However, here it is after all. I am cringe and I am free. Lowkey is a experimental fic, so let me know what you guys think.

🎵 Now playing: Blush - Wooah

“Just tell him how you feel, it’s not that complicated.” 

Yes, it sounded simple, but only when he said it.

After all, it wasn’t about Joshua or his complicated feelings; it was about me, being unable to express my feelings and breathing at the same time. No wonder why. 

Even though he was just a human like me, he was Yoon Jeonghan, a.k.a. the crush of basically half the campus, a.k.a everyone’s favorite, including me. Handsome, smart, cool and with a smile that could melt even the coldest hearts.

My elbows were propped on the table as my chin was resting in my hands, maybe that would somehow help me think (spoiler: it didn’t). I had already finished my slice of carrot cake and the huge red tea I had ordered, maybe out of anxiety or because it was almost dinner time and I skipped lunch. Joshua, on the other hand, was taking his time to savor his snack.

“I wish it were that easy,” I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “I tried once and we know what happened.”

“Ah, yes,” Joshua covered his mouth as he laughed, even though he knew how mad I get about that story, “I’m sorry, but honestly… It was hilarious.”

“Josh!”

“Just try not to trip on your way to the bathroom... Again.”

“You’re a jerk, and you know it,” I said, still pointing an accusing finger at him, but he kept stifling his laughter. “Bro be serious!”

“Alright,” Joshua cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat, giving a more serious appearance with his serene face. “How long have we been friends?”

“Since…Middle school?”

“Very good! Middle school. Tell me, in these… Ten-like years of friendship, have I ever lied to you?”

I snorted. We both knew the answer to that question.

“In serious situations,” Joshua added.

“…Never.”

“Then,” he leaned forward a bit over the table to get closer to me, his eyes fixed on mine in a way that it was almost scary, “Why don’t you believe me when I tell you it’s not that complicated?”

I swallowed hard. How could I argue? He sounded very convincing, still, I refused to agree with him.

“It’s not that easy,” I stammered, “I already messed up once, and now it could be twice... Or three...”

“This time it won’t be at a party, full of people… And definitely no alcohol.”

“I thought it would help me be more extroverted!”

“To be an alcoholic, maybe.”

Talking to Joshua didn’t seem to be helping as much as I thought, and I was starting to lose my patience. Maybe it was a bad idea to ask for his advice, even if he and Jeonghan were roommates.

Joshua took a breath and gently wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. “Thanks, I haven’t laughed that much in a long time,” he said. With that, he cleared his throat and adopted his serious posture again. “Listen, Y/N, if you’re so worried about that, why don’t you write it down?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Like a love letter?”

“Yeah. If your problem is speaking, then write it.”

“Josh, I’m not in high school” I was disgusted with the idea and it showed. “What would Hannie think if I gave him a letter to confess?”

“You know what I think?” Joshua raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “You think it is indeed a good idea, but you don't wanna do it because you’re scared”.

I was ready to fight him when my phone started ringing. My roommate’s name showed on the screen. She told me how she had left her keys inside the room and was locked out; I could barely understand due to her nervous explanation. I had to leave Joshua to go help her, however, at this point I guess it was a relief.

As I hung up the phone, I noticed he was looking at his phone screen with a wide, satisfied smile on his face, and it was somehow chilling.

“Done!~” he put his phone aside and took a sip of his drink.

“…What’s done?” I asked, fearing his answer.

“Tomorrow you’ll have breakfast with Jeonghan,” Joshua clapped softly, which seemed more like blatant mockery than a celebration, then emphasized his next sentence with the sasiest voice he ever made: “He’ll be waiting for you at nine, at our usual spot. So I recommend you start thinking about your outfit; on your date.”

“Joshua Hong, what the hell did you do?!”

He took another sip of his drink, unmoved; it was his song of victory. I had no more excuses. No words could express how upset I felt, but at that point I couldn't back down without feeling guilty. I was cornered.

Joshua looked at his wristwatch and made a fake expression of astonishment, “You’re late and Sumin is waiting for you.”

I gave him one last blank stare and quickly grabbed my backpack, before leaving I left some bills on the table.

“Next time I’ll let you starve.”

He laughed mockingly. “Oh, don’t forget to wear a cute blush too!”

“Dear Jeonghan, I hope this letter finds you well…” No, it sounded too formal.

“Hey Hannie, how are you? I hope I’m not being inopportune…” No, it sounded too fake; I don’t talk like that.

I didn’t even know how to start. Just thinking about Jeonghan reading this letter made my mind a complete mess; I felt like my chest was going to explode. I didn’t know a confession could be so problematic. Even worse, it was already past ten at night: I was running out of time and hadn’t even written the first line.

What could I do?

Then, my roommate’s voice burst into my room, pulling me (for the better) out of the hole it was in my head.

“I’m buying some snacks, do you want me to bring you anything?” she asked.

“Yes, please, and…” I paused and shrugged a little in my chair, “Sumin, can I ask you for help with something?”

She nodded several times, expectating.

“I need to write… a love letter” I took a deep breath, “And I don’t know how…”

“Ah! Finally!” she interrupted, way too happy. “You’re finally going to confess to Jeonghan!”

I remained silent and expressionless, but the blush on my cheeks could be seen from across the city.

“Yeah… I need help writing the letter.”

“I’ve never written a letter, not that type,” Sumin crossed her arms, her thoughtful gaze wandering around the room. “Shouldn’t you just write what you feel?”

Damn it, Joshua said the same thing. I felt that it wasn’t enough. Maybe she understood from my devastated expression that it wasn’t helping.

“Oh!” She looked at me, smiling. “Tell me, what do you like most about Jeonghan?”

Where to even begin? It wasn’t just his pleasant voice, or the elegance he radiated with his mere presence. Jeonghan was much more than a flawless hair and an enviable sense of style. 

It was about the way he always found me, even in a room full of people, and made me feel part of something. In how his bright smile can comfort me after a tough day. In the comfortable moments of silence that could last minutes or hours. And I could go on talking about him for hours without stopping…

“That’s so sweet!” Sumin exclaimed. “You must write it!”

Were those just my thoughts, or did I actually say it? Damn it. 

I sighed, distrustfully. “Don’t you think it’s a bit… cheesy?”

“But, you are cheesy!” Sumin laughed as I wondered if she really thinks before speaking. “And we all love you like that. Everything will be fine.”

Sumin’s words gave me a little encouragement, so I took a deep breath and resolved to write no matter what. I thanked her and went back to my computer; I’d have time later to transfer it to a more presentable physical sheet.

“I’m getting your snack now,” and before leaving, Sumin turned around to add: “Oh, and don’t forget to put on some nice blush tomorrow.”

“You’re the second person who tells me that today… Don’t you have anything else you want to share?”

Sumin smiled awkwardly and that said a lot, but I had no time to argue about her involvement in the mission: love letter. For now, there was a lot of work to do. I was resolved to confess to Jeonghan, and now no one could stop me.

It was almost nine in the morning and I had been waiting for ten minutes at our spot, a small fountain on the boulevard two blocks from my building. A thousand scenarios were running through my head all night long. I felt a tension I had never experienced, and my restless hands playing with a lock of hair was perhaps the smallest of my problems.

However, all of them vanished for a moment when I saw him approaching in the distance. Jeonghan was coming towards me, and I could only stare, admiring him: his angelic face, his gorgeous hair, the beautiful outfit he had chosen… Could somebody like me meet his standards?

His voice brought me back to reality, and I was aware again of my numb body. I tried to disguise the nerves attacking me, but I was never good at pretending, not in front of him.

“Y/N! Good morning,” he said, trying to catch his breath, “I’m late, I’m sorry.”

“D-don’t worry,” I stammered, “it was my fault, I arrived too early.”

“Is something wrong? You sound a little down,” he stepped closer, looking straight into my eyes. “Are you feeling well?”

I took a step back and cleared my throat.

“Of course! Couldn’t be better,” of course not, but he didn't have to know. “Should we go?”

We walked for a few minutes in complete silence. I thought of many ways to start a conversation, and all of them were discarded before they left my mouth; no idea seemed good enough. 

On the other hand he was too quiet, more than he usually is, and a terrifying thought struck me. Maybe he didn’t want to be there? Could Jeonghan be doing this just because Joshua asked him? I sighed and immediately felt his hand resting on my shoulder, making me jump slightly.

“Did you hear what I said?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, of course…” I tried not to sound distracted. “…What you said.” But I was convinced I sounded like an idiot.

“So, where do you wanna go?” he smiled, and I could tell he was a bit confused.

I quickly looked to the side and there was an empty bus stop, so I asked him if we could go talk for a moment. We sat down and I took a breath before speaking, clutching the small bag that was resting on my lap with both hands.

“Jeonghan,” I paused briefly before continuing, his eyes locked on me were somehow intimidating, “…there’s something I want to give you.”

And as I reached into my bag to pull out the letter, he placed his hand on top of mine.

“Wait,” he said firmly, “I want to tell you something first.” I felt almost as if my entire body had paralyzed.

He sat up straight in his chair and cleared his throat, a soft smile on his lips.

“We’ve been friends for a while, and we made a lot of happy memories,” he suddenly stopped speaking and swallowed. “You’re a valuable person to me and… I would like you to continue being… that special person for a long time.”

“Of course,” I said without hesitating.

“Really?”.

“Of course! After all, we’re friends.”

He fell silent, but then he covered his mouth to stifle his laughter. At that point, I wasn’t understanding a thing, and I think my face completely gave me away.

“Y/N, I’m trying to tell you… that I like you.”

“…Excuse me?”

“I’ve liked you for a while and…”

“That was my line!” I interrupted. Apparently, I spoke too loudly because he froze in his spot.

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “—Excuse me?”

I pulled the letter from my bag and placed it in front of him. Jeonghan looked at it, blinking at me several times and his mouth fell. I just couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore, my cheeks were burning so much that I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me.

And as if everything I was feeling in my stomach wasn’t enough, Jeonghan began to laugh in such a charming way …For a moment, I was convinced I wouldn't live to tell.

“Are you serious?” he asked, taking the letter and looking it over. Was he nervous? Was he uncomfortable enough and couldn’t speak? I don’t know.

I kept my gaze down, as if I were guilty of something, and after breathing slowly a couple of times, I gathered the courage to speak.

“I didn’t know how to express it… So I wrote you a letter.”

“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever given me!” he exclaimed. I felt my heart skip a beat. “You put so much effort into it, and I just said it like that, now I feel bad.”

“No, it’s okay!” I nodded several times; he just smiled. “But… Is it true?”

“What thing?”

“That I… You like me that way?” I looked away. It felt really silly to ask, but I still couldn't believe what was happening.

I felt his hand cupping my jaw with a gentle touch, forcing me to look at him. His gaze was so kind it felt unreal.

“And why not?” his fingers played with a lock of my hair. “You’re beautiful. Who wouldn’t fall for that adorable flushed face?”

Joshua’s words echoed in my head. Have these two talked about me in the past? And how much?

“Also,” he added, tucking my bangs behind my ear, “you’re attentive and with the purest heart I’ve ever seen. Just look at this cute letter!”

“You… You really think that about me?” I whispered, still incredulous.

“Since we met. So, tell me,” he cleared his throat. “Would you like to have a date with me?”

Jeonghan extended his hand to me, and I accepted it, nodding at his invitation. My hand rested against his, and he took it, as if it were made of glass, leaning in to place a small kiss on my knuckles. Then he made a movement with his head to tell me that we could leave, and so we continued on our way, fingers intertwined and taking our first step into this new chapter of our lives.

“By the way,” I said halfway, “please read the letter when you’re alone.”

“Why?” he asked playfully, “Too cheesy to handle?”

“That sounds very familiar,” I narrowed my eyes, suspicious. He looked at me like a culprit and smiled, trying to hide it. “Tell me, does anyone else know about this?”

“well, maybe I talked about one, or two things, with someone…” His wandering gaze spoke for itself.

“Hannie…”

“I didn’t say names… Or anything about a plan…”

“So there was a plan involved!” Embarrassing wasn’t enough. I felt like a complete idiot.

“I’ll be honest, nobody mentioned a letter, you really surprised me… And,” Jeonghan shrugged, “You’re a… little obvious.”

“... What do you mean by “a little”?!”

Jeonghan let out a poorly disguised chuckle and put his arm over my shoulders, leaning in to kiss my cheek.

“We can discuss it later, it’s our first date, I’m starving, and I can’t wait for you to tell me all about theis letter…” 

“You can read it later!”

“No, tell me! Tell me now!”

[pushspacetocontinue]

"Nah, not really," Travis said, "It all helps that we have some common interests too though. We all like games for instance. It helped that we all grew up playing them in some capacity I guess, and books. I don't really read as much as my brothers did, but I had some books I loved. Alice in Wonderland was Lewis' favourite story. He would read that one to us all the time while we were growing up."

He smiled softly at that memory.

"We all like music and movies too," Travis said, "But I do like hearing my other bros talk about what they enjoy, even if I don't always understand or remember. It's just nice to hear them taking joy in things."

Travis laughed a bit.

"Yeah, well, kind of," Travis said, "I don't do it as much as I'd like to. But it became another outlet for me while I was in prison. Got a long way to go with learning, but I like doing it."

Travis nodded.

"I suppose that's fair enough, and it's your body, you can do what you want with it," Travis said, "But you've adapted even if your shadows do come from there."

His head perked up a bit on hearing the radio changing again, as he kept driving. It seemed wherever they were heading, they might be have been getting close.

"It would have certainly left me a lot more paranoid, and cautious about practicing my monologues, my laughing, and my theatre lines between reading and playing the games Willow gave me to play while I was here," Antonio said, "It was certainly a good time to practice my lines for my upcoming performance in Hamlet."

"I can imagine," Leofric said, "But I feel like you are doing well at discovering its potential, especially if might have been forgotten for so long."

And Rook was putting it to good use from what he had seen. If Russell had also known that Rook could have made it scarier, he would have appreciated the fact she hadn't a lot more. Right now, he was not in the mood for anything like that.

"Heh heh..." Russell's cheeks darkened that little more when Lucien made that next comment, "Well, I'm, I'm sure I, I can get some, some nice peach, nice peach bubble tea in, in the shop for, for when you're, you're in. Th-thank you, Rook. That, that means a, a lot."

It really did, considering just how things had been when Russell and Lucien had met for the very first time. So much had changed, and for the better.

"Oh is it?" Antonio asked, "Then I shall find a way to wear it without losing it in that case."

Perhaps he could get somehow get it fitted into a necklace or other kind of accessory.

"It's certainly safe to say I learned my lesson," Bill said, before his eyes widened, "Aww, you got me a little pressie. That's so sweet of you."

He then grinned in absolute delight when he saw the gold in the pouch.

"Oooh, now isn't this something? We could forge something really nice with this!" Bill said, "Thank you, Rook."

Leofric managed another fond smile on hearing that. It seemed that he had been right in that Bill would want to smith something with Rook again. But then Bill turned towards the door.

"Ah, is that our grand exit out of the pocket?" Bill asked, "It was a fascinating visit, but if we're ready to go, then I certainly am too."

It seemed he was looking forward to where they might have going, perhaps it was because Bill was simply with his found family, so he was happy to go anywhere.

"Rea-ready when, when you all are," Russell just said then.

Willow was glad they were all on the same page and welcomed the change of topic. While she enjoyed hearing about all the ways Travis and Erica terrorized people growing up, she'd rather learn more about the brothers they had yet to meet and file that information away for later.

"I take it having conflicting interests doesn't represent a problem for you." Willow mused.

Erica grabbed the seats as she shot forward. "You can dance? That's so cool!"

"Erica, don't scratch the seats. We'd like to use this car again." Nevertheless, Willow found her double's enthusiasm endearing.

"No claws." Erica said, before she nodded again, "Yep, it's a thing. There are many kinds of elves, some harder to find than others. I just wanted a normal back because I had enough of having extra holes in my body."

The survivors just didn't get that the bullets only slowed down the special zombies. Her tail and ears were enough to satisfy her elven pride and set her apart from the others. She didn't regret the decision at all.

"But I guess that it had some use because that's kinda where some of my shadows come from." Erica added, leaning back again.

Willow was quiet as she messed with the radio again. They were getting close to their destination, they had to be ready to make their entrance.

It had to be handed to Rook that she was certainly showing great self restraint there. She could have attempted so many things to make the pocket far more creepy.

"Yeah, it'd be unnerving to be in here with that kind of background noise." she replied, "Especially since you're never truly alone. There are a couple of fellows in particular that you don't want creeping up behind you. Being constantly on the lookout for which noises you didn't make would be exhausting."

And dangerous, considering the aforementioned prisoners in question.

"I'm just salvaging the pieces, really." Rook added with a shrug, "Between the Brotherhood guys shoving an entire building in and this place being essentially abandoned for decades, it's like we're discovering it for the first time again even with the instruction manual available."

"Even I wasn't aware of its full potential." Veronica admitted, "Although, I'm sure all that energy will be put to good use."

Rook chuckled, "Like I could get any sassier."

"You can't?" Lucien had a coin flicked at him.

"Well, I don't mind the approval. I never exactly got much of a chance to share my interests, being told I'm good at things has the same effect bubble tea has on Lucien."

"I'm well over that. I'm into peach flavored drinks now." Lucien protested.

"Oh, I bet you are. But I'm happy for you guys."

Lucien gave her a skeptic look as they got ready to go again. At least he got a nice bag of gold out of this. It would cover for the small fortune he spent on retrieving his cuffs.

Veronica hovered by Antonio as he put the coin away for the time being. "Chick's magic trace is embedded in that thing. It can be tracked down, so I wouldn't be so quick to put it in a drawer, if I were you."

Not that she could have much of a say in the matter. Veronica knew her limits and for now she would feel satisfied knowing she got a chance to mess with Bill. It was harsh being the responsible parental figure, she never got a chance to mess around.

She put on her stern look as they approached, feeling like having fun a little longer, and let Rook go ahead to check on him.

"Ah, nothing much, we stopped by the gift shop." Rook replied, "We grabbed something for you too. I figured you might have some fun with it."

And she hoped she would get to join in again. It had been nice working together to reverse engineer Ratchet's gadgets. She would have liked attempting some other project.

A new portal opened nearby, ready to be used.

[emyluwinter]

@kandlewick - the author is au. I hope I can tag you in the post?

The queries are too short for me. ahahaha

I really love your Janitor AY!

Can I throw some ideas on this bonfire? ahaha.

Malleus sometimes brings and leaves some tea for the Janitor. Not accepting any refusals or refunds. Sometimes it's a cookie or any treat that can be stored for a long time. Sometimes dried fruits. "I want to have our conversations over a nice cup of tea, which I really want to treat you to. Consider it my gratitude for your hospitality."

When Kalim started taking Master Chef courses, he often took leftovers back to the dorm.

“yeah. I know that you don't accept the excessive luxuries that my family has. But look! There's a good piece of meat here and it's burnt!"

The janitor doesn't mind this time. The food will go bad soon anyway, and the students here are too spoiled and arrogant. And they accept Kalim's efforts, seeing that he tries not to "go beyond an adequate budget". Sometimes they share food with Ruggie in exchange for coupons to the store or any cleaning products for the building.

You can argue with me, but Kalim's magic would be VERY useful.

-So…Can you make clean, drinkable water in unlimited quantities?

-yes. It's completely useless, I know… Kalim knows that his magic is just child's play compared to the other students. He was already used to another burden in his soul and here. His train of thought is interrupted like a train. -Don't talk nonsense. Water for drinking, for bathing, for washing dishes, for cleaning surfaces. Hmm…If we get an old pump, can we make a steam cleaner? Listen, you're going to be indispensable here. Can you imagine what a hassle it was to drown snow and ice in winter when the water in the pipes froze?

-I had to filter it through charcoal from the fireplace.. I still remember how she smelled like smoke. -Grimm complained.

-Filter… water… with coal?- Kalim asked in confusion. There were many new lessons waiting for him.

Can a Janitor be a good storyteller?

Ace and Kalim are still technically, studying. And the Janitor, by virtue of his abilities, reads a lot of books, encyclopedias, old documents that can be found in the library. If Are they not busy working or improving their standard of living, getting food or money or other responsibilities? They're reading. A lot. Before going to bed. After dinner, when there is free time.

The Janitor can't explain everything about magic. But, oh, the seven. Ace was ready to sit out the whole day if they explained to him the whole story of how a Janitor does it.

During the removal of clothes from the dryer after a lot of washing.

-That's it…means…

-The king was greedy to such an extent that his people couldn't stand it and staged a riot. The documents stated that they had used his own weapon against him. His castle became for him both a shield and an iron maiden with nails inside.

-How can they sabotage an entire castle?-

-The servants, Kalim. Those whose families are not noble and see the full horror of the king's rule in their house. Their decision to rebel remains positive without hesitation. If their family can't afford a crust of damn mouldy bread. While the king signs a new decree on taxes. They're coming up with a plan. Take out all the supplies that they themselves have been replenishing all this time. To talk to the knights, those who have a head on their shoulders with the thoughts that the king will take them to the coffin faster than to the paradise of abundance. Locked in the castle alone with his entourage.

-And the king remains without protection and without food!

-And then they lock him up like an animal in a cage! It's creepy. It turns out that they left him no choice but to agree to their terms?

-History knows other cases. Both the smarter ones and the stupid ones, as well as the senselessly bloody ones.

-Aah! Please wait! I'm out of ink in my pen, I won't have time to write it down.

Ace and Kalim proudly showed the Janitor their improved grades in the subjects they explained to them. They have a separate cork board that stands on the floor, fastened somehow with nails. but he holds all the successes of the two dorm students as world medals.

I think Epel will turn to the Janitor at some point because they have an entire building that can be used as a warehouse for the surplus from his village. How did the student know?

Rook, of course. This guy brings various books, mostly poetry, poetry and fiction. Sometimes it's useful to take your mind off heavy books and do something light and simple so that your brain doesn't boil over with information.

Of course, the Janitor gets a couple of boxes for free as payment for renting a couple of unused rooms.

[bluewxrld07]

We Can't Be Friends - Insta AU (2)

Charles Leclerc X ex!Reader

Summary: The iconic couple, Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc, break up after five years of being together. Y/N releases a new song soon after the tabloids have released the information of their breakup, causing lots of controversy about where they both stand post their calling quits.

Warning(s): angst, hinting at heartbreak (Ariana Grande as our face claim)

ynln just posted some photos!

Location : Paris, France

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ynln : Fashion Weeeeeek in Paris :) Also got to sing some new music coming soon too 👀🤗

More to come 🫶🏼

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user Mother is slaying the game with these fits I fear

user She's literally so cute! 🥹🥹

user She looks so happy awww

yourbff Idk which song I'm ready for😩😮‍💨🙃

user HOW MANY ARE WE GETTING??!

yourbff uhhhh😬

ynln 🤪🤪

user Y'all did anyone else see that Charles is ALSO in Paris???

user He's there with Georgio Armani I'm pretty sure

lando Great, now come visit Monaco😢

ynln omw

lando REALLY😋😋

ynln no 🩵

maxfewtrell Mate, I'm hurting FOR u

user Ok but possible reunion between her and Charles? Especially if she is performing for Fashion week??? ANYONE??😰😰

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fanuser : Y'all, I just met Charles Leclerc?? He's here for Paris Fashion Week???! Are we gonna get a Charyn reunion????? 👀🤩

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user I TOLD YOU ALL

user Guys chiiillll who knows if he and Y/N have even seen one another?

user They defs have, he was there when she performed at the pre-show gala 🙂

user WHAT

user I haven't heard much, but yeah he was there 😮‍💨😮‍💨

ynln just posted a photo!

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ynln : Paris, thanks for having me; Dandelion out now🩵🥹

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user I'M SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S

user "Plant this seed' ?!!?!?!?! MISS Y/N WHAT🧐🧐😟

user Oh y'all she is COOKING I cannot wait

yourbff I can be anything you'd like?? Please??😔

ynln ughhh. I suppose😏🥰

lando Idk if I should be scarred mentally or excited for the rest of the new music coming after this release🤧

ynln Weren't you literally just singing it in the car???

lando WHO TOLD YOU

ynln maxfewtrell has entered the chat

maxfewtrell oops😋

lando You absolute muppet

ynln It's ok I know you'll never admit you're obsessed🤗🙂‍↔️

lando Sure sure

user Y'all I love this trio so much lmfao

user Why don't her and lando just date

charlesleclerc no

yourbff She's out of his league lets be real😮‍💨

lando WOW OUCH OK ENOUGH

ynln hahahaha

charlesleclerc just posted some photos!

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charlesleclerc : Had some fun during Paris Fashion Week, thanks for the invite georgioarmani

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user FOAMING at the mouth 😩🤩

user Y'all why has this post been frozen on my screen for eight hours

user SO GOOD HE LOOKS SO GOOD

carlossainz My oh my what have we here👀😋

charlesleclerc all for you 😘

lando ayo??? 😔

user I think this is all for someone whose name is ynln

user You might be onto something there

user Y'all there's pap photos of him and Y/N together on his boat??? HELP? SEND HELP??!

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ynln : Now I just can't go where you don't go

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user Y'ALL THAT'S LITERALLY THE SWEATER CHARLES WAS WEARING A COUPLE DAYS AGO

user Omfg they're together y'all DON'T PANIC

user IT'S TIME I'M NOT READY

user WHAT IF THE CAPTION IS ABOUT HIM???! I CAN'T

user Wellll most of her new album I think will be about him lol, there are soooo many signs

yourbff Glowing 💕

ynln Been a while🤗

user OH IT'S SO CONFIRMED GUYS

lando Y'all it's me actually, I'm the one she's talking about 😚😙😝

maxfewtrell You wish you knob

lando LEMME DREAM OK

ynln Let the poor man dream Max🤧🤧

lando YEAH- wait....🙂

maxfewtrell I'm gonna pissa myself from laughing 😭🤣🤣🤣

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ynln : She's out and I'm crying! 🥹🩵🩵😭

Eternal Sunshine is not only one of my top favorite albums, but the most personal one I've made. The one, mon chérie, who inspired most of the music will always be someone I hold dear to my heart.❤️ Many tears were shed while making this, but I wanted you all to feel closer to me in a way I cannot explain. Only sing. I hope you all enjoy it.

I love you 😘

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user WAIT I'M NOT READY 🤧

user AGH THE TEARS 😢😢😢😢

user Oh she absolutely cooked with this I will be ugly crying and staying locked away for the time being 🙂‍↔️

yourbff Such a great album, I can't wait for the world to heal with you😭💕💕

ynln 🥹🤧

user Omfg guys most of these songs have me in an absolute chokehold

charlesleclerc So proud of your accomplishments, cherie. Hard work paid off 🩵

*liked by ynln*

user AYO CHARLES WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE

user STOP YALL I CAN'T

user Between this album, the possibility of them seeing each other again, and how happy she looks I can't fathom the way my chest cannot take this

[uzppx]

B. A. N. G. Baby..pt.1 《Ex!Kuroo xF!Reader》

Synopsis. You and your not so green flag'd boyfriend aren't doing so well.. so what does one do in that situation..? hit up your very green flag'd ex from highschool whos still madly inlove with you, maybe talk in person but.. that's it.. right?

Content Warnings. Abusive Relationship, Drugs and Alcohol, Substance use, Partying, sa , Kuroo the savior, Angst, Fluff, Obsessive behavior, EVERYONE IS PRETTY TOXIC not including Kuroo.. tbh.

A/N. Probs not proof'd but that's okay cause Kuroo Tetsuro.. right? Also this is probably SOOOO VAD BUT! EVERYONE STARTS SOMEWHERE OH MY GOODNESS. I will take some constructive criticism in my asks. Please. First actual fanfic, that I actually put a bit of thought into. College au!!

It was around the end of your freshman year of college when you and your current boyfriend started dating.. ever since then he genuinely got worse and worse with each passing week. He went from casually checking your following to full on slamming you against a wall if you dared to talk back to whatever he said. You got used to it by now, which you know is a terrible thing but you can't help it.... you love him... as of right now.

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March 7th, Friday, 8:43pm.

"Baby, how about me and you go to a party tonight yeah?" Your partner said as he wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck as he sways your hips with his hands. "I have finals in like a week... I seriously can't." You brush your hair out of your face a bit as he gives you an blankly annoyed stare from your response. "Well I guess I just go alone. Fuck. Do you know how many girls will be there? Asking for my number?" You scoff at this.

He had a thing for really pissing you off. Any time you didn't wanna do something he would remind you that no matter where he went a girl would flirt with him. It's almost as if he's rubbing it in your face that he can cheat on you just like that. But what makes the wound even deeper, is that he's cheated on you a few times before. Despite your friends demanding you leave him, you always stay.

"Whatever.." you spat.

"So you'll go?" He asks excitingly.

"I guess.." You reply with a roll to your eyes.

And just like that you were getting ready for a God damn sorority party. What has your life come to..? A silky black dress that fit your figure tightly, heals to match your jewelry set, a few rings and a bracelet. You knew damn well you were eating. Especially with your hair in that cute pony tail, your bangs looking nice and fancy to the description of your highschool friend yachi who was getting picture updates on your look. "WHATS 4+4 GIRLLL!!?@?" - "ATEEEE!!!". She always knew how to make you feel better about yourself. She's been there for you for everything. When your parents divorced, when you a your ex broke up, when your current bf cheated on you, when you started failing in your classes. She's always helped you out, so her being at that party would probably be a good thing.

After finishing up the last touches on your fit you walk out of the bathroom, you looked hot. I mean you really did, but your boyfriend thought otherwise. "You ready to go [Y/N]? We don't wanna be late." He let's out a scoff as if you took ten years. (you totally did but that's not the point.) "Yeah, how do i look?" A smile radiating from your perfect face as you give him a twirl. You felt genuinely good about yourself. But just like any other time you get yourself dolled up, he gives you the shittiest response. "Sure, let's go get in the car."

Fuck was he rushing you for..? You knew why he wanted to leave so bad, it was just so he could see all the other women dressed in slutty outfits. But damn... that was a mean ass attitude and a terrible way to compliment you but it's whatever. You roll your eyes as you follow his lead outside and into his stupid Honda Civic that he's had for like a year now. You really hated the smell of his car, cigarettes. It reeked of them. The windows were fogged too. But not in a natural way, from hands that werent yours... dirty ass car. Your silent judgment was inturupted by the critter speaking to you. "So.. we going to my dorm after this party? I bet the drunk sex gonna be crazy as fuck." Excuse him? Why is he seriously trying to fuck you knowing your celibate. "No, I told you I don't want to have sex with you until marriage." He puts a firm hand on your thigh, "Cmon Hun, just this once you never give me any of that pussy.." his hand travels closer to your uninterested cunt, so uninterested to which you push his hand off of you. I mean why wouldn't you.. he's a fucking creep. He's always been a boundary breaker. "Man what the fuck ever. Didn't wanna fuck your ugly ass anyways, Bitch." You knew he mumbled something.. but... you were too annoyed to give any fucks.

An awkward car ride comes to a pleasuring end as you both arrive to the party about 5 minutes later. You didn't even have any time before he was out of the car, door slamming you behind. "I can't fucking believe this guy." You knew as soon as he got in there you weren't gonna see him for the rest of the night. What a dick. You step out of his Smelly ass car and walk towards the already lively party.

9:56pm.

The giant house reeked of alcohol. You complained in your had silently ignoring the fact you contributed. A cup of fireball sat in your hand, almost empty as you watched your boyfriend dance with all the women that walked up to him. Their asses grinding against his obviously hard dick. He didn't give a fuck if you seen or not. You chugged the rest of your cup as you stormed off to get more.

You pick up the ladle and pour more for you to drink into your cup. You wanted to get drunk. You didn't care. You gripped the cup hard as you downed the whole cup. Then beginning to pour more before a hand rested onto yours, stopping you from continuing. "Calm down on that shit. You don't wanna pass out, do ya?" The voice was familiar, your eyes trail up the arm of the mysterious person starting from their hand, then landing your eyes on their face. "Terushima?" You question outloud as your eyes finally focus. "That'd be me, princess.". You haven't seen him since his school went against nekoma. You guys fairly got along but he was just kind of a dick. "Whats got you drinking so much, hm?" He asked leaning against the counter next to you. "Oh.." You didn't know how to really respond so... you just said the truth.

10:25 pm.

"Damn... he's a fucking asshole." Terushima says after your 30ish minute rant about your current boyfriend. You and him sat out the couch of the large house as people partied around you. You needed to vent to someone and he let you do so. He made you feel... comfortable. You took another sip of your cup, finishing your 6th cup of alcohol. You were absolutely fucked. "Yea.. hesuch an asshole.. ion even know if iwanna be with him.." You choke as tears fall down your cheeks. "Don't cry.. I understand." He said wiping the tears from your face. It was so hard to pay attention to anything you were saying, not only because you were drunk out of your mind but God it was noisy. "I jus.. I just wan him to love me..." You say as you slur your words. He gives you reassuring words as you continue to rant. "Yknow i used to feel like we'wer so insperabl.." But, you saw a very recognizable figure approaching "but ever since-", "terushima! Hey! See youve met my girlfriend!" Your annoying and revolting boyfriend said to the friend next to you. "Ph yesh she just got super drunk i was keeping an eye on her for ya, but ill leave you to her now." He replied to your abusive partner before gettng up and letting your man steal his spot. "Why were you talking to him? You know how i feel about you talking to other guys.." he said gripping your thigh, possessively. "I- im jus drunk and i guess i just needed sumeone ta talk to..". "Such a whore..." he criticized, "but!" You were cut off by the freezing touch of his hand sliding up your dress gives you a slight slap of reality as so you stop talking. Realizing he's scooting closer and closer to you each second. You push him off of you a little, but he won't let up. His hand forcefully travels up your dress and his hand threatens to pull back your panties. "If your loud people will notice." He says as he gives you an intimidating glare. You continue to push him off of you as you look around trying to find someone you know that can help. But no-one is in sight. "Cmon, stop fighting it, your mine, nobody can help you." Your panicking, confused, and freaked the HELL OUT. Trying to shove your clearly drunk boyfriend off of you as hard as possible but in your drunken state, your hardest pushes feel like paper against him.

He grips your inner thigh hard, with his left hand. His cold right edging to touch you through your undies. "This'll show you what happens when ya talk to other men, slut..." He slides his fingers down and..

"Hey man. What the fuck are you doing!?" The tears that ran along your pretty face suddenly stopped moving, along side everyone at the part who witnessed this strangers outburst in response to your assult. Your boyfriend was grabbed by the shirt, the young black haired man practically ripping his clothing off of his body with pure force. They start screaming and yelling but you can't hear it.. you don't want to hear it... everything falls silent. Till eventually a punch is thrown and now the two were brawling all throughout the living room. You rush to look for at least someone you knew so you could seek comfort in this stressful and loud situation but the one person you knew, Terushima, already out the door.

11:34 pm.

People begin to start leaving the party. Someone had called the cops and got the whole house raided. You sat on the very corner of the wrap around porch, where your bfs car is still parked, as he gets questioned by the police. suddenly a hand touches your shoulder. You whip your head around only to find...

"Tetsuro..?" Your highschool ex boyfriend.. covered in bruises.. "hey.. seems like your not used to parties yet huh..? You seem shaken up." He says bluntly, referring to the fact you know, he knows and you both know you hate parties. "What happened to.. oh.. " You stop yourself realizing the situation. "Yeah.. but I mean it's been a while how have you be-". He was inturupted by a nerve wracking voice. "Y/N! Get in the car. We're going home. Now." Your abuser.. I mean boyfriend demands of you. "Didn't get arrested?" He shouted to your soon to be ex. "Why would they arrest me? You started the shit! Plus I'm not on drugs. Why havent you been put in handcuffs?!" He rebutted, arguing his case. "Cuz im not under the influence of anything i guess." Your assuming that the police likely just chucked it up to be a stupid house party fight, wasnt actually too serious.. only a few people got arrested since they arent 21, yet they had very clear signs of alcohol in their system. "Okay well Y/n just get in the car, lets head home." He demanded, "no."

"The fuck do you mean no..?"

"I... i dont want to."

"Okay this is gettin fucking ridiculous. Get the fuck in the car or-"

"Alright, she's not going home with you, sorry man! I suggest you get your ass out of here or I'll kick your ass again!" Tetsuro laughed, putting his arm around you. Your boyfriend gave you the stinkiest eye, before turning his head to look at the police cars, scoffing and then harshly pulling his car out if the driveway.

Guess your going over to Kuroos house..

12:08 am.

"Wow.. you have a pretty nice house Tetsu.." You exclaim as you pull into the driveway of his unsurprisingly luxurious, middle class house.

"Yeah, I kinda get 'spoiled' by my parents if you will."

The car stops, as kuroo unbuckles his seatbelt and turning off the car. You feel a little relieved that he ended up at that party, even though you haven't seen each other since your senior year. It's almost like even after not seeing him for a year or so you still trust him like you never stopped talking. You guys caught up alot during the car ride too. He told you about how he's been, his plans for his future and vice versa. It was a calming ride. Though, despite the wholesome catching up, you knew that all that buzzing was from your boyfriend.

You and him make it to the front door, the first observation you make are the flowers surrounding the house. "Make sure you take your shoes off as soon as we get in here." He said hunched over a bit, while unlocking the door. "Got it.." You said in unison with a click of the door and him opening the now, unlocked door.

You walk inside, taking your shoes off as requested. Your first impression of the house is cozy, but not cozy enough to be a home. It's just Kuroo all by himself in this two story house? All while being a college student too.. he really is spoiled by his mommy and daddy.

"You want a house tour?"

...

"Sure!"

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A/N: I accidentally posted this so I guess this is a part 1... my phone lagged so bad so ... yep its up early. Here's a question for you though..

Was kuroo showing up at that party pure coincidence..?

[changingplumbob]

Second Round - Day Six (BB) 1 of 2

@belsasim, @corrienteallita, @cawthorntales, @hashimasims, @ravingsockmonkey, @pixeldistractions - Sim creators and co-writers

Bright and early, the household wakes up. Room order was randomised with Mariela and Harmony getting the ground floor rooms. A wheel was spun for type of shower the contestants would have (opportunity for energised, flirty or inspired moodlet) and whether they would brush their teeth (possible confident moodlet). Once they are finished getting ready they're sent to breakfast. Autonomy is toggled on and room doors are locked.

The order the contestants arrive at breakfast matters a little. Deanna compliments each of them in the order they arrive. Those who are talked to early seem to have more chance of fitting in autonomous socials with Deanna. They might fit in a joke, flirt or gossip between her complimenting others.

Mariela: Good morning Deanna *hugs*

Deanna: *chuckling* In a good mood I see

Mariela may be first to breakfast but she's followed soon by Harmony and Sarah who grab some of the available french toast.

Sarah: Oh hey the curtains are gone

Deanna: Yes. For the challenge today we'll be at another location so no need to block off that room

Kaye: I hope it's something outside again

Billie: Like who can paint the coastline best

Harmony gets up and hugs Deanna before getting her social for the day.

Dee: Harmony, Kaye and I finally checked out your show, Adventures of Skunkbert

Harmony: Dare I ask what you thought of it?

Kaye: It was great! We only watched three episodes so it's good we've got more to go

Billie: I really like the animation style you've used for it. But how does it keep going while you're here?

Harmony: I work on it on our days off and send the drafts to the rest of the production team

Mariela: If they give you any trouble refer them to me, I'm a pro at protests

Sarah: That's awesome. What have you protested for?

Mariela: *awkward chuckle* You know, I'm never entirely sure...

Kaye: To be fair there's always some protest happening around the city. I seem to run in to one whenever I'm out of the apartment

Sarah: The city seems exciting

Billie: I went to the art gallery last time I visited, it was great but still not much like I do

Dee: That's good though right? Means there's room for your work

Kaye: That's rather mellow for you Dee

Dee: What can I say? I woke up in a good mood. Plus I believe there's nothing you can't do if you just work hard enough for it

Deanna: Interesting theory

Mariela: Not everyone can work though. There's no shame in having conditions that prevent it

Everyone turned to look at Mariela, that was a serious statement from the resident goofball.

Mariela: Take Billie here, she can't help having green hair

Billie: *pulls faces* Don't be silly, it's dyed. No one has green hair naturally

Harmony: You do hear rumors about some spellcasters though...

Kaye: I don't know about just spellcasters, a lot of my extended family have interesting hair shades

Sarah: I like having colour in my hair, but it's definitely not natural

Deanna: I'd never dyed my hair before Devin took me shopping for a makeover

Harmony: I think I got lucky with my natural hair colour

Dee: The red looks nice

While Harmony, Mariela, Sarah and Dee stay chatting with Deanna, Billie and Kaye decide to head outside and play some simbles.

Billie: You're really just human even though your ears are... you know...

Kaye: *laughing* Pointy? Yep. Just human much to the horror of my mother

Devin: Hello everyone and welcome to Tartosa Gym. Today's challenge was picked by our pa, who is a fitness fan. Each of you has been tasked with completing the beginners endurance challenge on the rock wall. Fastest time wins. Good luck everyone

Devin hands it over to Aaron who gives a brief tutorial on how the rock wall works. It operates like a vertical treadmill, ticking over as contestants get closer to the top. Aaron takes everyone through some pre climb stretching to warm up, we need to be safe after all.

Aaron: I've picked this challenge because love is a marathon, not a sprint. You have to keep putting in the work if you want it to thrive. I'm looking forward to seeing who wins

Devin directs everyone to the right walls and the cameras position themselves.

Aaron: Any guesses who might win this one?

Deanna: I'm thinking Kaye. She's adventurous and she loves rock climbing. I mean I would be very surprised if she didn't win

Aaron: Care to tell me who you want to win?

Deanna: *laughs* Again? I'm not going to say it and jinx anyone pa

Mariela: I've seen those machines before. They're quite intimidating! I have to admit... I'm a little scared.

Harmony: I don't think it's a good idea for the clumsy girl to do this. But if it gives me a shot with Deanna I am game.

Billie: Hm. Rock climbing is pretty much the opposite to the painting challenge I was hoping for, but at least there are padded mats around!

Sarah: Whaaaat?!? There's gonna be an ambulance ready for me, right?

Dee: Now this is a challenge I can get behind! * flex *

Kaye: YES! I love rock climbing!

Despite strong starts both Mariela and Dee fall off the wall before completing the challenge. Luckily they make good landings, no broken bones here. Despite being clumsy Harmony does a fabulous job holding on and completes the challenge with a time of 37.58 seconds! Billie also completes the challenge with a slightly faster time of exactly 35 seconds.

Despite Sarah's call for an ambulance she doesn't fall. She completes the challenge in 33.65 seconds! Kaye, to no one's surprise really, is an expert on the wall! Her time? 23.19 seconds! Despite the fastest time Kaye has already had her date this round so it will be bonus points for her and a date win for Sarah.

Dee: I need a cold shower. Don't talk to me.

Mariela: Note to self: Stay away from Mt. Komorebi!

Dee: But we weren't even in Mt Komorebi

Mariela: Yeah and that's why we're not dead. Kaye told me about how her Uncle did on the real mountain *shudders*

Dee: Do I want to know?

Mariela: Despite rumors spellcasters aren't actually mind readers Dee

Harmony: That went about as well as I thought it would.

Billie: I'd rather paint the climbing wall than climb it again. Congratulations to Kaye, they were like a spider up there!

Harmony: She was so fast! Definitely done it before

Billie: But seriously, a painting challenge soon right?

Harmony: I might not do too bad at one of those

Billie: You're a professional animator, you'd be a challenger for sure

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[baronessvonglitter]

Code Blue

Javier Peña x Tim Rockford | WC: 2K

Summary: On a double date, Agent Javier Peña and Detective Tim Rockford are more interested in each other than in the bubbly blonde badge bunnies they're with.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit for smut. Mentions of drinking alcohol. MLM. BJs. Deepthroating. Semi-public sex. Restroom sex. Pena goes commando - this is canon, duh. Spit as lube. Anal fingering. Anal sex. Protected sex. If this ain't your thing, keep scrolling.

A/n: This is for the Pedro Pascal Pride Challenge hosted by @mandaloriankait 💙thank you for putting together such a fun and inclusive challenge! I had another one in mind to add but I haven't had the time, hopefully I'll get to it soon 😊

This is my first go at mlm fiction! I've written ffm and mmf fics, but never just guy-on-guy and I have to admit, I had fun with this 😏

Here we are - the Holster and the Tac Vest.. I wanted to write a pairing that I personally haven't read before, so Tim and Javi P were a perfect fit, pun intended. If anyone has any Tim x Javi fic recs, please send 'em my way! ❤️

dividers by @strangergraphics 👑

JAVIER PEÑA MASTERLIST

TIM ROCKFORD MASTERLIST

FULL MASTERLIST

Badge bunnies. That's what everyone calls them. They see a shiny law enforcement officer badge and get all wet and creamy for the man behind it. Tim Rockford has never really taken advantage of the charisma his status provides, even when a woman has been more than ready and willing. He's just not the type. He'd rather come home to a good woman, find her asleep on the couch waiting for him, their dog curled up at her feet.

But in a town like this a steady relationship is hard to come by. So he commits himself to his job and the very, very occasional fling.

Javier Peña was the one to convince him to go out. A DEA agent in town who was part of Rockford's new task force, Javier had a natural way with the ladies, out with a different one every night. Within a few weeks his exploits had become legendary among the rest of Tim's team. Now he's sitting across from the man, gritting his teeth as he glowers at Javier's perpetual smirk, his dark tousled hair, the aviators hanging on the front of his shirt which is already unbuttoned more than Tim would ever do. He can see the man's chest hair for crying out loud.

The woman sitting next to Javier is friends with the woman sitting next to Tim. You'd think they were sisters. Both blonde and bubbly, wearing too much lip gloss and too much hair product and way too much perfume. Tim has never known such flammable women.

"Rockford is the man in charge. Locally, at least," Peña says, raising his beer to the detective. "He's the hardass keeping us all in line."

"I hope not only his ass is hard," Tim's date giggles, her pink-taloned hands squeezing his bicep through his long-sleeve work shirt. He still has his suspenders on, despite Javier telling him to ditch them before they left the station.

Despite himself, Tim is more annoyed than intrigued. He shifts around in his seat, glancing around at the other bar-goers. His date pouts a little, looking to Javi as if he holds the answer. "It's okay, chiquita," he says softly, his thumb stroking her wrist. "Why don't you two angels go powder your noses?" he suggests, and he and Tim get out of their seats to let the women out.

Javi winks and waves at them before they disappear out of sight beneath the neon restrooms sign before his smile drops and his gaze hardens on Tim, still sulking in the booth across from him. "What the hell is your problem?" he hisses.

Tim snaps his head up, eyes narrowed and steely. "What the fuck are you talking about, Peña?"

"You! You're such a goddamn stick in the mud, acting like a pendejo when this beautiful woman is all over you, practically begging to ride your cock. What, you're not into women?"

"Fuck you." Tim's glare is lethal.

Javi mutters something like you wish and leans back in his seat. "Fine. If you want, I'll take them both home with me. Wouldn't be the first time. Just thought I'd share the wealth since you can't get any pussy on your own."

"I can get pussy any time I want," Tim counters, hands on the table as if he's getting ready to fight.

"Okay, man," Javi shrugs, calmly lighting up a cigarette, unaffected by his partner's ire, giving the ladies a smile as they return. "All prettied up for us, huh, dolls? How about another round of cherry margaritas?" He motions to the bartender.

"Gotta take a piss," Tim mutters, giving his date a tired smile as he gets up and heads towards the restrooms at the back.

He doesn't actually have to pee. He just splashes some water on his face, doing a mental countdown of how long he can get away with being in here. He leans over the sink, splashing more water onto the back of his neck, cooling his skin. He doesn't know how he started getting so hot.

Peña comes in, casting a casual glance over at the detective. "You good, man?" he asks, settling in front of a urinal and unzipping his jeans.

"Yeah," Rockford grunts, adding some soap and washing his hands. In the mirror he eyes the younger man, head bowed down as he stands at the urinal. Tim eyes up the man, checking out his broad shoulders, his narrow waist, and he swears he sees Peña's ass clench and unclench-

Shaking his head, Rockford turns off the faucet and heads for the motion-sensored hand dryer, which is taking longer to activate.

"You look pretty worked up," Peña says, washing his hands at the sink. "I could suck your cock for you."

Rockford hears the last part as if he's underwater. His mouth goes dry, heart pumping wildly. "What?"

Peña shrugs, finishing up at the sink and moving towards Rockford at the dryer. "If I suck your cock it might calm you down a bit." He gives the dryer a solid slap and it starts up.

"I'm not- I'm really not-" Tim backs away.

"Not what? Hard? Look down, my friend. You've been hard since I walked in."

Tim groans, not needing to look below his belt to know he's bricked up.

"It's just an offer," Peña says coolly. "I had a feeling you weren't digging that chica by your side tonight. Is that the reason you don't want to be here?" He walks Tim backward until he meets the wall and is effectively trapped. The younger man's smirk grows to a smile. "You were checking out my ass in the mirror, weren't you? And all night you've been eyeing me instead of the sweet piece of ass next to you. You think I don't know what kind of thoughts you have in mind?"

Rockford is speechless, staring at Peña's lips, licking his own as he imagines how they'd feel wrapped around his cock.

"You can tell me to leave," Peña offers. "Tell me to fuck off and I'll go, and we'll forget this ever happened."

This is a way out, a proposition to go back and just be work buddies again.

Instead, Rockford locks the door. "On your knees, agent," he says gruffly.

Peña's mouth fills with saliva as he eagerly unzips Rockford's pants and undoes the button, slowly revealing the detective's boxers: white with red hearts. "Just like the cartoons, eh?" Pena smirks.

"Shut.... up," he moans as the younger man palms him through the material.

"Dios mio," Peña mutters. "I thought I was pretty hung, but you're huge."

"Think you can take it all?" Rockford rasps.

"I guess we'll find out." Peña peels down the underwear and lets Tim's cock free, his girthy length bobbing up, the tip flushed red and already leaking precum. Javi's tongue laps up the pearly bead and grins when he hears Tim groan. "Ever had your cock sucked by another man?" he asks.

"None of your business," Tim grunts. "Put your mouth to work."

Peña complies, giving the crown a languorous lick and enjoying the detective's needy groan. He spits on Tim's rod, using his hand to stroke it to full hardness before descending his lips on Rockford again. Tim sighs, placing his hand on the back of Javi's head and Javi fondles his balls, looking up to see Rockford react. They're already big and swollen. Javi's sure to get a good, thick load out of them.

He spits on it, giving Tim's dick a few tugs, feeling him pulse and twitch in his hand. Javi's tongue caresses the length of it, from base to tip, tongue circling the crown again, teasing, wiggling his tongue into the slit at the top. Rockford groans, his blood on fire as he urges the younger man forward. His breath catches in his throat when Javi's lips wrap around him, taking him into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks.

"Just like that," Tim rasps. "Didn't know you were such a pro.."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Peña wears a shit-eating grin as he gives the older man's balls a light squeeze before taking him into his throat, all the way back deep, and Tim nearly blows his load when Javi gags on it. Though his eyes water, he holds onto Tim's thighs, covering his cock in thick saliva. He gives a pitiful moan as Tim's large hand presses on the back of his head, keeping him there.

Peña takes a big gulp of air when Tim finally releases him. His eyes are lust-glazed and dark as he meets the detective's similarly lecherous gaze. "I bet you don't have it in you to fuck me.."

Rockford bends Peña over the sink, turning the agent's head to give a sloppy kiss as he shoves the younger man's jeans down. He raises his brow when he sees that Javi goes commando.

"I don't like restriction," Peña says coolly. Tim grabs a handful of his bare asscheek and smacks it. "I think you just wanted to make it easier for me," he huffs in his ear.

"Grab the condom, it's in my front pocket," Javi tells him, and Rockford finds it, places it on the sink edge. He lubes up his fingers with spit and traces the rim of Peña's ass, watching the agent's face in the mirror. "Damn, you're tight.. and hot," he mutters.

"More," Peña moans, bracing the sink, biceps bulging with the effort. Tim obliges him, stuffing a second thick finger into Javi's anus. Javi bites his lip, letting out a sighing grunt.

"Need more than this?" Rockford mutters, nipping Peña's earlobe with his teeth.

"I can handle it.. can you?" The agent smirks at him in the mirror. In return Rockford pistons his hand, fingering him harder. "I'll give you more, god damn it."

He grabs the condom and rips it open, sheathes his cock with it before teasing it at Javi's ass. Javi's already spitting into his palm and jerking off, his face pink with exertion and anticipation. Tim lands another glob of spit right on Peña's ass and nudges in smoothly, pressing his forearm down on Javi's back as he bottoms out. They both gasp in relief and pleasure.

He moves slow at first, savoring the way Peña's hole tightens around him, sucking him in. "It's what you wanted, isn't it?" Javi's telling him, jaw hung open as he gets stuffed. "You've been thinking about it the past few weeks."

"Jesus. Anyone ever tell you you're a mouthy bottom?" Tim grunts, grabbing hold of Peña's hips and thrusting in deep, smirking when the younger man loses his words, just moans, gripping the sink harder.

The sound of Tim's balls thwacking against the backs of Javi's thighs is resounding in the small room, punctuated by their groans and sighs and muttered curses. Javi's stroking himself in time with Tim's thrusts, ready to spill.

Tim pulls Javi close as he comes, hips stuttering then stilling. Javi wastes no time as soon as Tim disengages, getting rid of the condom. "My turn, detective," he says, and Rockford goes on his knees to finish him off.

It's sloppy work, nothing like the precise and thoughtful steps he takes in his work. Rockford is all tongue and spit, barely intelligible, begging for Peña's come. Peña grabs his hair, pulling him roughly against him. His pubic hairs tickle Tim's nose as he keeps him there, a small taste of his own medicine from earlier. He thrusts in roughly a few times, throat fucking him until he comes, his hot white spend shooting into the detective's mouth.

"Oh shit, they're gone." Javi states the obvious as they emerge from the men's room, cleaned up but still a little disheveled.

"Oh no." Tim's voice is flat, relief flooding his veins.

"Think we should find out where they went?"

"Nah.. badge bunnies come and badge bunnies go." Peña leans against the bar, lighting a cigarette as he settles the bill. "Wanna come back to my place?"

"What do you think?" Tim grants him a quick wink before they leave.

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[lonelyhobi]

Day In The Office

☆summary: 

Your first job as a corporate girly is not at all what you had expected. But you’re time at Big Hit Co. was definitely going to be interesting.

☆pairing: yoongi x reader

☆genre: boss/employee

☆warnings: fingering, self masturbation, unprotected sex (be responsible), degradation, multiple orgasm, body worship, power imbalance, rough sex, creampie, Yoongi is a filthy man

☆word count:8k

 ☆notes: honestly part of this is a dream and part of the beginning is similar to One of them days mainly because i felt like in another life tae would’ve ate up that bf role. I've never had an office job in my life but Yoongi in a suit is revolutionary. There’s a plot if you squint but it’s really just sex. This is a work of fiction and honestly grounds for an HR complaint but who complain at this beautiful man. Also i havent posted in like 3 years and it wasn’t proofread (so if you see a mistake pls let me know so I can fix it) but I hope you enjoy <3

The morning light shined brightly pasted the curtains, waking you up prior to the seven alarms you set. It was your first day of work at your fancy corporate office. You had been hired as an executive assistant, well the assistant to the executive. But specifics weren’t important. You were just happy that you’d be able to make rent this month. The pay was generous and you were thrilled to begin a career that didn’t involve frying pancakes and making milkshakes like at the diner.

You get out of your bed almost giddy as you head to the shower preparing for your big day. You get dressed in a modest blouse and long skirt, putting your hair in a low pony tail before stepping out into the living room. 

Hayeon, your roommate, was drinking some orange juice as you twirled in front of her, “How do I look?” you question with a million dollar smile on your face.

Her eyes roaming over your conservative outfit and ponytail, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, well, well... don't you look all prim and proper this morning, Y/N. Like a good little corporate girl, ready to go and impress the boss." She teases, setting her glass down on the counter with a clink. 

“Gosh you are just hilarious this early in the morning Yeonnie” you tease rolling your eyes. “This job is going to set us up straight” you say earnestly walking over to grip her shoulders lightly. “We won’t have to struggle to pay rent and I won’t have to hit Taehyung with random stuff around the house when he touches our groceries”

She shakes her head “He does eat a lot huh?”

You stare at her dead in the eye “Hayeon, the man eats our food, blasts the AC, sleeps here and does just about everything except pay! What do we get out of this?!” 

“You? Nothing. Me? Well let’s just say what his wallet isn’t packing, he definitely is.” You shudder at the thought of a naked Taehyung swinging a huge dick around. “Okay” you say, moving away from her and over to grab your bag, “Don’t need to hear about your freeloaders business.”

“What about me?” Taehyung walks out, towel drying his hair, stopping at the counter to take away Hayeon's drink. 

“There’s no way you knew I was talking about you, and still have no shame in taking her shit Taehyung.” You state rolling your eyes.

“My sister in Christ,” Tae begins, “I understand your frustration, but I do my share of work in this household” He states hands up in the air in defense. Hayeon looked at him confused as well.

“With what job?” You ask incredulously. 

“I take care of Hayeonie’s needs so she can go to work relaxed” he smirks, grabbing at Hayeon, her earlier look of confusion morphing into a fit of giggles as he nips at her neck. 

“There’s no way..” You mutter in disbelief at the way your friend is completely obsessed with this leech.

Taehyung sports a lazy smile as he points to you “You know, maybe someone wouldn’t be so grouchy if she got laid” he sing-songs. “I could try to put you on with one of my friends, but I don’t hate them that much.”

I stare at him shocked and slightly more irritated at him as Hayeon smacks his chest. “You know one day Hayeon's gonna get over you and you’re gonna be homeless again.” You warn walking towards the door.

“Never happening” he shouts as you walk out.

The bus ride to the office was quicker than you anticipated. You looked out the window in awe at the stark change in scenery as you arrived downtown in front of the tallest buildings in the city. As you walk out you stand before it, Big Hit Co.

When you arrive a young woman greets you at the door, guiding you to the lockers for you to set your bag in. She’s dressed starkly different to you, in a tight blouse very low cute, paired with a skirt that cannot in any way be a part of the dress code.

She’s friendly but there’s a lingering feeling you can’t place as she realizes you are the new executive assistant.

"Welcome to Big Hit Entertainment, where we work hard and play even harder." the woman says. "Here's your desk, Y/N. Get settled in and then head on up to see Mr. Min. He's expecting you." She points to a small, cluttered desk in the corner, piled high with papers and folders. 

"Oh, and one more thing... Mr. Min doesn't tolerate slackers, so keep your head down and your mouth shut, and you'll do just fine." With that, she spins on her heel and sashays away.

You quickly sit down at your desk, and take a deep breath and start to organize the mess on your desk. After what feels like an eternity, you finally manage to straighten up your workspace and take a deep breath, steeling yourself for your meeting with Mr. Min. 

You stand up, smoothing down your conservative pantsuit, and make your way towards the elevators, determined to make a good impression."

“Good luck, Y/N!" the woman calls after you, a hint of mischief in her voice. "You're going to need it with him." The elevator doors slide closed behind you, and you're left alone with your racing thoughts and pounding heart as you ascend.

The elevator opens to an even more luxurious hallway leading to one door. You knock hearing a deep voice reply “Come in.” 

As you step into Mr. Min's opulent office, you feel the weight of his piercing gaze upon you, his cat-like eyes seeming to see right through you, stripping away the layers of your carefully chosen attire to leave you bare and exposed. 

He leans back in his high-backed leather chair, steepling his fingers as he regards you with a cool, calculating expression, not a hint of warmth or welcome in his stern features. "Ah, you must be the new assistant, Y/N. I've been expecting you." 

His voice is a deep, authoritative rumble, commanding attention and obedience. He gestures to the chair opposite his desk, a silent order for you to sit. "Please, have a seat. Let's see what you're made of, shall we?" Mr. Min's tone is casual, almost conversational, but there's an undercurrent of steel beneath the words, a subtle reminder of the power he holds and the consequences of displeasing him.

As you sit down, you can't help but feel small and insignificant under his penetrating gaze, like a mouse caught in the sights of a hawk. His eyes rake over your body, lingering on the modest neckline of your blouse and the conservative cut of your skirt, a slight frown marring his otherwise impeccable features. 

"I must say, your attire is...unusual. Not at all what I'm accustomed to seeing in my assistants." He remarks, a hint of disapproval coloring his words. "But I suppose we can address that later. For now, let's focus on your duties and responsibilities." 

Mr. Min reaches for a folder on his desk, flipping it open to reveal a thick stack of papers and documents. "I expect nothing less than perfection from my team, Y/N. Anything less will not be tolerated." His voice is a low, ominous rumble, a clear warning of the high stakes and the unforgiving nature of the man before you. 

"Do you understand?" He asks, his gaze sharpening, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that makes your heart race and your palms sweat.

“Yes sir” You nod. “I’m honored for the opportunity to work under you. I won’t let you down.”

Mr. Min's lips twitch slightly at your choice of words, a flicker of amusement in his eyes before his expression settles back into its usual stern mask."Working under me, hmm? Well, we'll see about that." He murmurs, a hint of dark promise in his voice as he leans forward, his elbows resting on the polished wood of his desk. 

He slides a thick sheaf of papers across the desk towards you, the heavy stock and embossed lettering screaming importance and authority. "This is your contract, outlining your duties, your responsibilities, and the expectations I have for your performance. I suggest you read it carefully, as it will be the guiding principle of your employment here at Big Hit." 

Mr. Min's voice is a low, commanding rumble, a subtle reminder of the power he holds over your career and your future. "Sign it, and I'll know that you're committed to serving me, to working tirelessly to meet my high standards and demands." His eyes glint with a predatory light as he watches you, gauging your reaction, waiting for you to seal your fate with the stroke of a pen. 

"So, what will it be, Y/N? Are you ready to sign your life away, to dedicate yourself fully to serving me and my needs? Or will you run screaming from the room, unable to handle the heat of the kitchen?" Mr. Min's voice is a low, taunting challenge, a dare for you to prove yourself worthy of the opportunity before you.

“I’m more than ready Mr. Min. This is my dream job.” You smile softly, face still flush from the stupid word choice about working under him. You sign without having fully acknowledged the words. Just eager for the opportunity to further your career and make rent considering you were supporting yourself, Hayeon when she couldn’t pay, and apparently Taehhyung too.

Mr. Min watches intently as you sign the contract without hesitation, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his stern features before it's quickly replaced by his usual impassive expression. "Good girl." He murmurs, a hint of approval in his voice as he takes the signed document from your trembling hands, his fingers brushing against yours for the briefest of moments. "I have high hopes for you, Y/N. Don't let me down." His gaze lingers on your face, taking in the soft flush of your cheeks and the eager, almost desperate look in your eyes.

Rising from his chair, Mr. Min walks around the desk, his tall, imposing frame looming over you, making you feel small and insignificant in comparison."Now, let's discuss your attire. While I appreciate your attempt at professionalism, I'm afraid it simply won't do in this office." 

He reaches out, his fingers toying with the collar of your blouse, tugging at it slightly as if to emphasize his point. "The dress code here is...unique. Designed to showcase the assets of my employees and encourage a certain level of...camaraderie among the team." His voice is a low, suggestive rumble, a hint of dark promise in his words. 

"I think it's time for a little wardrobe adjustment, don't you?" Mr. Min's hand falls away from your collar, only to settle on your shoulder, his thumb brushing against the side of your neck in a gesture that sends a shiver down your spine. 

"Stand up. Let's see what you're working with." He commands, his eyes glinting with a predatory light as he waits for you to comply with his request, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Your eyes are wide in disbelief but not being able to afford upsetting your new boss you stand as he says “Yes Mr. Min.”

Mr. Min's eyes rake over your body as you stand before him, a slow, appraising gaze that makes you feel stripped bare, exposed and vulnerable under his intense scrutiny. "Turn around." He commands, his voice a low, authoritative rumble that brooks no argument. 

As you comply, he circles you like a shark, his eyes never leaving your form, taking in every curve and contour. "Hmm, not bad. You have potential." He murmurs, stopping behind you. 

Suddenly, his fingers are at the back of your blouse, deftly unbuttoning it with practiced ease. "But this..." He tugs at the fabric, pulling it open to reveal the modest bra beneath. "...is unacceptable.

My assistant needs to showcase their assets, not hide them away like a shy little maiden." With a sharp tug, he unhooks your bra, letting it fall away to expose your bare breasts to the cool air of the office and his hungry gaze. "Much better." He purrs, his hands coming around to cup the soft mounds, weighing them in his palms as if assessing their worth. 

"Now, the skirt. Lift it up." Mr. Min's voice is a low, demanding growl, a clear order that leaves no room for disobedience. His fingers are already at the hem, waiting for you to comply, eager to reveal the secrets hidden beneath the conservative fabric. "Don't be shy, Y/N. I want to see all of you, every inch of the body that will be serving me so diligently in the coming weeks and months." His tone is a dark, seductive promise, a hint of the carnal delights and depraved pleasures that await you in your new role as his assistant. 

"So, what are you waiting for? Give me a proper introduction to the woman who will be working so closely with me, so intimately, so...thoroughly." Mr. Min's voice is a low, taunting challenge, a dare for you to bare yourself to him completely, to offer yourself up as a sacrifice on the altar of your ambition. "Now, lift your skirt, Y/N. Let me see what you're really hiding underneath."

“Yes Mr. Min” You say shyly, lifting up your skirt and bunching it at your hips. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment at having not slipped your panties on. Cursing at Hayeon for letting her man child do his own laundry and wasting all the soap.

Mr. Min's eyes widen slightly as you shyly lift the hem of your skirt, revealing your bare, glistening folds to his hungry gaze. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face, his eyes glinting with a predatory light as he takes in the sight of your exposed, dripping sex. 

"Well, well, well...looks like someone was eager to start her new job today." He purrs, his voice low, approving rumble as he steps closer, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "No panties, hmm? How...forward of you." 

One long, dexterous finger traces along your slit, teasing your slick, swollen lips, drawing a gasp from your throat. "I like a woman who's not afraid to take risks, to throw herself into her work with reckless abandon." Mr. Min's finger circles your clit, a maddeningly slow, deliberate motion that makes your knees tremble and your breath catch in your throat. 

"And I must say, the sight of your pretty little pussy, all wet and ready for action, is a most...encouraging one." He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a dark, seductive whisper. "I have a feeling you and I are going to get along very well, Y/N. Very well indeed."  With that, he steps back, his eyes still fixed on your exposed sex, a hint of dark promise in his gaze. 

"Now, let's get you properly dressed for your new role, shall we? I want you to go to the supply closet and select an appropriate uniform. Something that will showcase your assets and showcase your commitment to serving me." Mr. Min's voice is a low, commanding rumble, a clear order that leaves no room for misinterpretation. "And hurry back. I have a feeling we're going to be very...busy today." He smirks, a wicked, anticipatory grin that sends a shiver of fear and excitement down your spine, a hint of the long, arduous, and incredibly pleasurable day that awaits you in the service of your new boss.

Nodding quickly, lowering your skirt you turn to exit the door. The supple closet was right in front of his office so you hurry in and see a myriad of clothing. You select a short skirt similar to the woman in the front. Continuing to browse you search to find a shirt in your size but it won’t quite close well over your chest, the bottoms straining over the ample flesh. Sighing and hoping Mr.Min approves you walk back to his office knocking once again.

Mr. Min looks up from his desk as you knock tentatively on the door, a flicker of impatience crossing his features before he beckons you inside with a sharp, demanding gesture. "Enter." He commands, his voice a low, authoritative rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. 

As you step into the room, his eyes immediately zero in on your strained shirt, his gaze lingering on the way the fabric stretches taut over your ample breasts, the top buttons straining to contain your generous curves. "Ah, I see you've chosen a uniform that highlights your...assets." Mr. Min rises from his chair, circling around the desk to stand before you, his tall, imposing frame looming over your smaller one. 

"The skirt is a good choice, short and tight, allowing easy access should the need arise." His hand skims along the hem of the skirt, brushing against your thigh, a teasing caress that makes your breath hitch in your throat. 

"But the shirt..." He reaches out, his fingers toying with the straining buttons, tugging at them lightly as if testing their strength. "...is a different story. It seems we may need to make some adjustments to ensure it...fits properly." Mr. Min's voice is a low, suggestive rumble, a hint of dark promise in his words as he looks down at you, his eyes glinting with a predatory light. 

"Remove it." He orders, his tone leaving no room for argument or hesitation. 

"I want to see how well you handle...pressure." His hand falls away from your skirt, only to settle on the back of your neck, his fingers curling around the nape of your neck in a gesture that's almost tender, almost loving, if not for the unmistakable strength and dominance in his grip. "Be a good girl and listen. Let's see how well you handle the heat of this office." Mr. Min's voice is a low, taunting challenge, a dare for you to bare yourself to him completely, to prove your worth and dedication to serving him in every way possible.

“Yes Mr. Min. I’ll take it off. I want to show you my commitment.” You say obediently undoing the suffocating buttons to let your breasts free. “If this is what’s required to satisfy you with my work. I’m open to doing so.” you try to say confidently, falling quiet at his intimidating gaze.

Mr. Min's eyes glint with dark satisfaction as he watches you undo your shirt, letting it fall away to reveal your bare breasts, your nipples already hardened into stiff peaks from his teasing touch. "Good girl, Y/N. I'm glad to see you're so...accommodating." He purrs, his gaze hungrily drinking in the sight of your exposed flesh, the way your breasts bounce slightly as they're freed from their confines. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're well-equipped to handle the demands of this office.”

His tone is a low, demanding growl, a clear order that leaves no room for hesitation or disobedience. " I want you to sit down, spread your legs, and show me how badly you want this job. I want to see you touch yourself, to bring yourself to the edge of ecstasy, all while keeping your eyes on mine. That's the only way I'll know you're truly committed to serving me." 

Mr. Min's voice is a dark, seductive promise, a hint of the carnal delights and depraved pleasures that await you in your new role as his assistant. "So, what are you waiting for, Y/N? Show me what you're made of." He dares, his eyes glinting with a predatory light, a clear challenge for you to bare yourself to him completely, to offer yourself up as a sacrifice on the altar of your ambition.

You can’t help the heat that rushes between your legs at his words. This entire encounter is not what you expected at all for your first day. But you would be lying if you said it wasn’t thrilling and exciting to be in such a compromising position with your handsome boss.

“As you wish Mr. Min” You respond sitting on the chair and spreading your legs over the arms. The sound of your slick lips parting from the wetness of Mr.Mins intimidation is heard through his office. 

Bringing a hand down you stare at him with your face flushed and chest heaving. Drawing small circles on your throbbing clit, you let out a little gasp at the pressure.

Mr. Min watches intently as you follow his orders, a dark, hungry gaze fixed on your every move. He leans back against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes never leaving your body as you expose yourself further, the pasties clinging to your hardened nipples, the skirt riding up to reveal your glistening, bare sex. "That's it, Y/N. Just like that." He murmurs, his voice a low, approving rumble as he takes in the erotic sight before him.

"Spread yourself wider, let me see that pretty little cunt of yours, all wet and ready for action." He commands, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, a wicked glint in his eyes.

As your fingers begin to circle your clit, teasing the sensitive bud, Mr. Min's breath grows heavier, his gaze intensifying as he watches you pleasure yourself for his benefit. "Fuck, you're a natural at this." He growls, his hand coming down to palm the growing bulge in his pants, rubbing himself through the fabric as he watches you. "I can see how badly you want this job, how desperate you are to please me." His voice is a low, dark purr, a clear indication of his growing arousal and approval of your wanton display.

He leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his face mere inches from your spread thighs, close enough to feel the heat radiating off your skin, to inhale the heady scent of your arousal. "Keep going, Y/N. Don't stop until you're right on the edge, until you're begging for release." Mr. Min orders, his eyes locked with yours, demanding your complete focus and submission. "I want to see the desperation in your eyes, the hunger, the need. I want to know that you'll do anything, absolutely anything, to prove yourself to me." His voice is a low, commanding growl, a dark promise of the rewards that await you if you can hold nothing back, if you can bare your very soul to him in this moment. 

"Now, touch yourself like you mean it. Show me the fire that burns within you, the unquenchable desire to serve your boss in every way imaginable." *He demands, his eyes blazing with a fevered intensity, a reflection

You push your legs out more letting a finger trail down and sink into your clenching hole. “I’ll do anything to prove myself to you. To satisfy you with my performance.” neadily whimpering as you start to finger your pussy quicker with one finger. Gaze locked into his darkened eyes. 

Mr. Min's eyes darken with lust as he watches you spread yourself wider, your legs falling open to reveal your dripping, virgin tight pussy. He licks his lips hungrily as you sink your finger deep into your hot, clenching hole, a low groan rumbling in his chest. 

"Fuck, you're look so goddamn tight, Y/N. I love it." He growls, palming his rigid cock through his pants, the thick outline of his length clearly visible as it strains against the confines of his slacks. His voice is a dark, commanding rumble, a clear order for you to continue your debauchery, to prove your dedication to serving him.

As you add a second finger, plunging them in and out of your tight, grasping cunt, Mr. Min rises from his chair, moving to stand between your spread thighs. He reaches out, gripping your wrist, moving  your fingers to pump harder, faster, fucking yourself with a desperate, wanton abandon. 

"That's it, Y/N. Take what you need, fuck yourself like the hungry little whore you are." He snarls, his eyes glinting with a feral, predatory light as he watches your fingers disappear into your sopping wet pussy, your juices dripping down your wrist, coating your hand with your arousal. 

"I want to hear you moan for me, to scream my name as you bring yourself closer to the edge. Let the whole office hear what a desperate, cock-hungry slut you are." Mr. Min demands, his other hand coming down to rub your clit roughly, his calloused fingers circling and pinching the sensitive bud, sending jolts of electric pleasure shooting through your core.

 "Come on, baby. I know you're close. I can see it in the way your cunt clenches around your fingers, the way your tits heave with each desperate breath. Give in to it, Y/N. Give in to the pleasure, to the need, to the all-consuming desire to serve your boss in the most depraved ways imaginable." His voice is a low, hypnotic chant, a dark, seductive promise that urges you.

“I’m so close Mr. Min” you cry out, fucking yourself wildly chasing your high. His hand quickly rubs your sensitive clit. “Fuck your hand feels so good. I’m gonna cu-” With a final cry your moans are cut off as your climax washes over you. His fingers never give up their relentless pace. 

Mr. Min's eyes widen with a feral, triumphant gleam as he feels your pussy clench and spasm around your plunging fingers, your juices gushing out to coat your hand and wrist, dripping down onto the chair beneath you. "Fuck yes, Y/N! That's it, cum for me like the little slut you are!" He roars, his fingers rubbing your clit with a wild, almost punishing fervor, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from your quivering body.

"Scream my name, let the whole fucking office hear what a dirty girl you are, cumming on command like a bitch in heat!" Mr. Min snarls, his voice echoing off the walls of his office, a primal, dominating sound that sends shivers down your spine and straight to your core.

He leans down, his face mere inches from your spasming cunt, his hot breath mingling with the intoxicating scent of your arousal. He extends his tongue, licking a long, slow stripe up your slit, moaning at the taste of your essence, the tangy, sweet flavor of your climax. "Delicious." He purrs, his voice a low, dark rumble that vibrates through your sensitive flesh, prolonging the intense waves of ecstasy crashing over you. "I knew you'd be a natural at this, Y/N. Such a good little cumslut, so eager to please your boss." Mr. Min praises, his fingers still rubbing your clit, coaxing out every last aftershock, every lingering spark of pleasure from your quivering body.

Straightening up, he brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices from the digits, his eyes never leaving yours as he savors the taste of your surrender. "You've more than proven yourself today, Y/N. I have no doubt that you'll be an invaluable asset to my team." He declares a wicked, satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "But don't think for a second that this is over. This is only the beginning, baby. Just the first of many, many times I'll make you cum for me, in my office, in front of clients, wherever and whenever I desire."

“I understand Mr. Min. I hope to exceed your expectations of me.” you pant softly in your fucked out state.

Mr. Min's smirk widens into a wolfish grin at your breathless declaration, his eyes glinting with a predatory light as he takes in your disheveled, well-fucked appearance - your skirt bunched up around your waist, your tits heaving with each panting breath, your pussy still dripping with the evidence of your intense orgasm. "Oh, I have no doubt you will, Y/N. No doubt at all." He purrs, his voice a low, dark rumble that sends a shiver of anticipation and nerves down your spine. 

"I have high expectations for my employees, and I expect nothing less than excellence from you. In every. Single. Aspect." He enunciates each word, his gaze boring into yours with an intensity that makes your heart race and your core clench.

He reaches out, cupping your chin in his hand, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, a teasing, almost possessive gesture that makes your breath hitch in your throat. "Starting now, I want you to be my eyes and ears in the office. I want to know everything that goes on, every little detail, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant. Understand?" Mr. Min commands, his grip on your chin tightening slightly, a silent reminder of the power he holds over you, the control he expects you to relinquish to him without hesitation.

"And in return, I'll make sure you're rewarded in ways you've never even dreamed of. You'll have a career, a future, a life beyond your wildest imaginings." He promises, his voice a dark, seductive whisper that paints a vivid picture of the debauched, pleasure-soaked existence that awaits you as his devoted assistant. "So, what do you say, Y/N? Are you ready to give yourself over to me completely, to serve me in every way imaginable, to be the perfect little office slut I know you can be?" Mr. Min asks, his eyes searching yours, demanding your absolute, unwavering commitment and obedience.

 "Say it, Y/N. Tell me you're mine, now and forever." He growls, his voice a low, commanding rumble that brooks no argument, no hesitation, no room for anything but the truth - that you belong to him, now and always.

Your eyes glaze over as your lips wrap around his thumb. “Yes Mr.Min. I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”

Mr. Min's eyes darken with a possessive, triumphant gleam as he watches you suckle his thumb, a low, approving growl rumbling in his chest. "Good girl, Y/N. Such an obedient little thing, so eager to please your boss." He praises, his voice a low, dark purr that sends a shiver of anticipation and nerves down your spine. 

"I'm going to hold you to that promise, baby. I have so many plans for you, so many ways I'm going to use this tight little body of yours." He murmurs, his other hand sliding down to grope your breast, squeezing the soft flesh roughly, his fingers sinking into your skin with a clear indication of his intent to claim you, to mark you as his own.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, his hot breath sending tingles down your neck as he whispers, "I want you to start by cleaning up this mess you've made. Lick up every drop of your cum, baby. Show me what a good little slut you are, what a devoted assistant you'll be." Mr. Min orders, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble that demands your complete obedience and submission. 

“As you wish Mr. Min”  your voice coming out softly as you get on the floor licking up the evidence of your orgasm from the chair staring at him.

Mr. Min watches intently as you obediently drop to your hands and knees, your tongue eagerly lapping at the chair, cleaning up the mess of your arousal with a debased enthusiasm that makes his cock throb and ache with the need for more. "Fuck, look at you, so desperate to please me, so hungry to be a good little slut." He groans, palming his straining erection through his slacks, the thick outline of his length twitching under your ministrations."You're a natural born whore, Y/N. I knew it from the moment I saw you." Mr. Min growls, his voice a low, approving rumble that vibrates through his chest, a clear indication of his dark satisfaction with your wanton display.

He reaches down, tangling his fingers in your hair, gripping the strands tightly as he guides your face closer to his crotch, rubbing your cheek against the rigid bulge of his cock. "Keep going, baby. Show me how much you love the taste of your own cum, how much you love being a dirty little cumslut for your boss." He commands, his hips rocking slightly, grinding his clothed erection against your face, painting your skin with the outline of his desire. 

"I want to feel that pretty little tongue of yours worshipping my cock later, once you've cleaned up the mess you've made." Mr. Min promises, his voice a dark, seductive whisper that holds the unspoken threat of punishment if you fail to meet his expectations. "Don't neglect a single inch of that chair, Y/N. I want it spotless, just like your reputation will be once I'm done with you." He warns, his grip on your hair tightening, a silent reminder of the consequences of disappointing him. "You're going to be my perfect little assistant, my personal fucktoy to use as I see fit. And you're going to love, Every. Single. Second." Mr. Min declares, his eyes glinting with a wicked, triumphant light as he watches you debase yourself for his pleasure, a willing and eager slut already addicted to the taste of her own arousal.

 You close your eyes as he pushes your face to his covered bulge, pressing yourself closer before licking him softly over the fabric, “Whatever you ask Mr. Min.”

Mr. Min's breath hitches as he feels your soft, pliant lips pressing against the rigid outline of his cock, your tongue flicking out to taste the fabric of his slacks, the damp heat of your mouth seeping through the material to tease his aching flesh. "Fuck, baby, you're playing with fire now." He growls, his grip on your hair tightening, a warning and a promise all in one as he fights the urge to unzip his fly and shove his throbbing length into your eager mouth, to fuck your face right here and now until you choke and gag on his thick cock. 

"Keep going, slut. Finish the job, and then I'll give you the reward you so desperately crave." Mr. Min commands, his voice a low, strained rasp, his hips twitching with the effort of holding back, of denying himself the sweet relief of your hot, wet mouth wrapped around him.

He watches, his eyes dark and hungry, as you turn your attention back to the chair, your tongue diligently lapping at every inch of the leather, cleaning up the sticky evidence of your arousal with a single-minded focus."That's it, baby. Get it all, every last drop." He urges, his voice a low, approving rumble that vibrates through the air, a dark symphony of lust and domination. "

You're doing so well, my little assistant slut. I knew you'd be a natural at this." Mr. Min praises, his other hand reaching down to palm his aching cock through his slacks, the thick outline of his length twitching and pulsing under his touch, a silent testament to his desire for you. 

"I can't wait to see how well you take on the rest of your duties, how eagerly you'll service me and the rest of the office. I have a feeling you're going to be the most reliant assistant I’ve ever had." He predicts, a wicked, knowing smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, a clear indication of the debauched, pleasure-soaked future that awaits you in his employ. "But first, finish the job, baby. Show me what a good girl you are, and I'll give you the reward you've been craving." 

Mr. Min's eyes rake over your kneeling form, taking in the debauched sight of you - your skirt still bunched up around your waist, your tits heaving with each breath, your face flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat, your lips swollen and slick from your oral ministrations. He smirks as you finish licking up your own mess.

"Good girl, Y/N. You've done well." He praises, his voice a low, approving rumble that sends a shiver of anticipation and nerves down your spine. "I'm pleased with your enthusiasm and obedience." Mr. Min adds, his hand still palming his rigid length through his slacks, the thick outline of his cock throbbing with a hunger that makes your mouth water and your core clench.

He reaches out, hooking a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his intense, penetrating gaze. "Now, stand up and turn around. Present yourself to me, baby. I want to see that tight little ass in the air, ready and waiting for your boss's touch." Mr. Min commands, his voice a low, dominant growl that demands your immediate compliance and submission. "Keep your hands on the chair, and spread your legs. I want to see your dripping cunt, Y/N. I want to see how wet you are, how much you need your boss's cock inside you." He orders, his eyes glinting with a dark, possessive light as he waits for you to assume the position, to offer yourself up to him like the willing slut he knows you are. 

"And once you're in position, I want you to beg for it. Beg for your boss's cock, baby. Beg me to fuck you, to claim you, to make you mine." Mr. Min demands, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble that echoes through the room, a sinful, seductive command that makes your heart race and your skin prickle with a heady mix of fear and excitement. "Do it, Y/N. Show me what a desperate, cock-hungry whore you are. Show me that you're ready to be my assistant slut, now and forever." He growls, his eyes boring into yours with a fierce, unyielding intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat.

Assuming the position Mr.Min asked of you. You turn your head to the side. “I’m ready for you sir. My pussy needs your cock so back. I’m ready to serve you as the best assistant and cock sleeve ever. I’ll do whatever you need Mr.Min. I hope to satisfy your every order. I need your cock in me so bad Mr. Min”

Mr. Min's eyes darken with a feral, hungry gleam as he takes in the debauched sight of you presenting yourself to him - your skirt flipped up, your ass high and arched, your dripping pussy on lewd display, glistening and twitching with a desperate, aching need. "Fuck, look at that greedy little cunt, so fucking wet and ready for me." He growls, his voice a low, approving rumble as he steps closer, looming over your kneeling form, his tall frame casting a shadow over your exposed flesh. 

"You're a natural-born whore, Y/N. So eager to spread your legs, to offer up your tight little fuckholes to your boss like the perfect assistant slut you are." Mr. Min praises, his hand reaching out to deliver a sharp, stinging slap to your ass, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room, a dark promise of the pleasure and pain that awaits you.

He leans down, his breath hot and heavy against your ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin as he speaks. "I'm going to ruin this tight little pussy, baby. I'm going to shove my big, thick cock so deep inside you that you'll forget your own fucking name." Mr. Min growls, his fingers delving between your legs, teasing your slick folds, gathering your arousal on his digits before bringing them to his mouth, sucking your essence off with a low, appreciative moan. 

"Fuck, you taste as good as you look, my little assistant cumslut. I can't wait to feel this hot, wet cunt squeezing around my cock, milking me for all I'm worth." He praises, his other hand reaching down to unzip his slacks, freeing his massive, throbbing erection from the confines of his clothing. "Brace yourself, baby. I'm going to give you the fucking of a lifetime, the kind of dicking that will ruin you for any other man." Mr. Min promises, his voice a dark, seductive whisper that makes your heart race and your core clench with a desperate, aching need.

“Yes please sir. I want to do the best job for you.” your voice whinny and pleading.

Mr. Min chuckles darkly at your desperate plea, a wicked, knowing sound that sends a shiver of anticipation and fear down your spine. "Since you asked so nicely, baby, I think I'll give you what you want." He growls, his hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise as he lines up his massive, throbbing cock with your dripping entrance. "I'm going to fill this greedy little pussy to the brim, baby. I'm going to pump you so full of my hot, thick cum that it will be dripping out of you for days." Mr. Min promises, his voice a low, strained rasp as he starts to push forward, the bulbous head of his cock stretching your tight, hole obscenely. 

"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight, like a fucking vice around my cock. I knew you'd have a perfect little fuckhole, made to milk a man dry." He groans, his hips rocking forward, inch after thick inch of his massive length disappearing inside you, splitting you open, claiming you as his own personal fucktoy.

Mr. Min sets a brutal pace, pounding into you with a force that rocks your entire body, the chair creaking and shaking with each powerful thrust of his hips. "Take it, you little cockslut. Take every fucking inch of your boss's dick." He snarls, one hand gripping your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to arch your spine and push your ass back against him, while the other hand reaches around to maul your bouncing tits, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, pinching and tugging at your stiff, aching nipples.

"This is what you're made for, baby. To be a set of warm, tight holes for me to use as I please. And I'm going to use you so fucking hard." Mr. Min growls, his hips slamming against your ass, the lewd slap of skin on skin echoing through the room, a dark, filthy symphony of pure, unadulterated lust.

“Oh god yes siri. Please don’t stop” you moan out, breasts bouncing at the force of his hips slamming into you.

Mr. Min snarls at your hopeless plea, a feral, animalistic sound that sends a bolt of pure, primal fear and excitement coursing through your veins. "Don't stop? Oh, I won't fucking stop until I've had my fill of this tight little cunt, until I've pumped you so full of my seed that you're fucking drowning in it." He growls, his hips pistoning forward with renewed vigor, the obscene sound of his heavy balls slapping against your clit with each brutal thrust.

"You're mine now, Y/N. My personal assistant, my personal fucktoy, my own personal set of holes to use as I see fit." Mr. Min declares, his voice a low, possessive rumble that makes your heart race and your core clench around his pistoning length. 

"And I'm going to use you so fucking hard, baby. I'm going to ruin you for any other man, make it so that the only cock you can take, the only cum you can crave, is mine." He promises, his hand tightening in your hair, forcing your face to the side, making you watch as he fucks into you with a wild, almost feral abandon.

His free hand snakes down to rub at your clit, pushing you to your second orgasm as you cry out for your boss."Fuck, yes, just like that. Clench this greedy cunt around me, baby. Show me how much you love being bred like the bitch in heat you are." He growls, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips, holding you in place, keeping you impaled on his cock.

Suddenly, without warning, Mr. Min hilts himself inside you, his massive cock buried to the fucking balls in your tight, spasming cunt. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna fucking nut so hard inside this perfect little pussy." He roars, his body going rigid, his muscles clenching and flexing as he starts to erupt, his thick, hot seed erupting from his cock, flooding your insides, painting your walls white with his essence.

"Take it all, you little cumslut. Milk your boss's cock for every last fucking drop." Mr. Min commands, his hips jerking and twitching, grinding his spurting length against your cervix, making sure that not a single drop of his potent seed escapes your hungry hole.

Mr. Min groans in dark satisfaction as he feels your velvet walls clamping down around his throbbing cock, your pussy milking him for every last drop of his hot seed. "That's it, baby. Cum on your boss's cock like the desperate little slut you are." He growls, his hips still rocking, still grinding against your spasming cunt, working his load deeper, making sure it empties fully inside your tight pussy. 

"Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me, baby. Your hungry little cunt is sucking me in, greedy for every drop of my cum." Mr. Min praises, his voice a low, approving rumble that makes your body tremble and quake with the force of your shared climax. "You're going to be dripping with my seed for days, baby. Walking around the office, sitting in meetings, and everyone will know what a dirty little cumslut you are, what a perfect assistant cocksleeve I've trained you to be." He taunts, his fingers releasing your hair to trail down your spine, tracing the curve of your ass, giving it a possessive squeeze.

As the final waves of your intense orgasm start to subside, Mr. Min slowly, almost reluctantly, pulls his softening cock out of your dripping hole. He watches with a dark, hungry gaze as his thick, pearly essence starts to leak out of your fucked-out pussy, your juices mixing with his cum, dripping down your thighs. 

"Look at that pretty picture, baby. My cum leaking out of your well-used cunt, marking you as my property." Mr. Min growls, swiping his fingers through the mess, scooping up a generous amount of the combined fluids before bringing them to your lips. "Clean them off, slut. Taste what a good little assistant you are, what a perfect little cocksleeve I've claimed as my own." He orders, his eyes boring into yours, a dark, possessive glint in their depths. 

Sticking out your tongue you lick off his fingers before sucking them into your mouth, moaning softly at the taste of drinking in your mixed juices. "Did my performance meet your expectations Mr.Min?”

Mr. Min's eyes darken with lust and approval as he watched you eagerly lick and suck his fingers clean, savoring the taste of your mixed essence."Mmm, not only did your performance meet my expectations, but you exceeded them, you filthy little minx." 

He praises, his voice a low, satisfied rumble as he slowly withdraws his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva briefly connecting them before breaking. "You're a natural-born slut, baby. The way you moaned, the way you clenched around my cock, the way you begged for my cum... you were made for this." Mr. Min growls, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, a tender gesture that belies the dark, hungry look in his eyes. 

"I have high hopes for you, Y/N. I think you'll make an excellent assistant, in and out of the bedroom." He adds, a wicked smirk playing on his lips, a promise of many more 'meetings' and 'paperwork' sessions to come. 

This was definitely going to be a regular day at the office task. And you couldn’t wait to get to work.

[ryan-the-dark]

I see a common belief that Arthur wouldn't have redeemed himself without tuberculosis. I don't believe that's the case, and I'll explain why.

(Warning; keep in mind, I'm talking about HIGH HONOR Arthur, not Low Honor:)

Considering the gang's previous ideals and Arthur’s disdain to the more “dirty” criminal work I think he would redeem himself. It would just take longer.

At that time of the end of Chapter 5 and beginning of Chapter 6 (depending on gameplay), he was already planning to rescue John against Dutch's wish before he knew he had TB. He was actually going to Sadie to do something about it before he started coughing.

Arthur was losing faith in Dutch in Guarma, and when he saw him choke that old woman, he called him out. He didn't know about his tuberculosis before he noticed the red flags that Dutch was getting more and more deranged.

There are periodic prompts to talk to Mary Beth about how Arthur doesn’t feel comfortable with how many people he’s been hurting and he clearly hates what Strauss does and questions Dutch’s decision making early on in the game.

Knowing he was dying just accelerated the process of what was building up. From the moment these deaths happened and even the cracks shown before, it was spiraling downhill from there.

Arthur was more aligned with Hosea than he was with Dutch back in Horseshoe Overlook. Hosea's death would have shattered his perception of events even without TB. He missed him with a terrible agony when he died, and summed up his true feelings about the old man in his journal.

How could Chapter 6 be different?:

Concerning Chapter 6, I can see him without TB feeling bad about what he did to the Downes and helping them...

helping Charlotte Balfour...

absolving the debt on Mrs. Londonderry and helping her...

And meeting up with Sister Calderon. Helping Brother Dorkins and her happened before the diagnosis. He would still have the conversation with her at the station since the Indian Wars would have still happened. And Eagle Flies and Rains Fall also actually added a lot to Arthur's seeing how manipulative Dutch was and his hypocrisy.

Think these interactions would be somewhat different. Arthur probably still would be slightly more subscribed to the Dutch's Robin Hood mindset, but he would change slowly but surely. He always did good things even back in Chapter 2. He had a good heart under all that layer. High Honor Chapter 2 Arthur spared Jimmy Brooks, could help a man who lost his horse, helped a woman with a sprained ankle get back home, and led a man back to Strawberry.

Now, let's get on the discussion about the Indians. People have the belief that Arthur would view Rains Fall as a weak leader. I do believe he wouldn't be as close, but I do see him still helping out and getting a new perspective of life. The conversations between him and Rains Fall would be different. Arthur's TB really opened up a sensitive side that he wasn't ready to bring out beforehand. Now, while Arthur may tell him some things, he won't be ready to explain his whole life story, but I can see him still respecting Rains Fall eventually and be reminded of Hosea, who still would weigh on him.

"But why would Arthur without TB help them?" Remember, Arthur and Charles are still friends. If Arthur was going to help him with the bison situation, in this alternative situation, I feel like he would help him out of a debt and favor. They had a special brotherhood and friendship since day one.

Charles saved his life...

...and Arthur still helped him in Chapter 6...

I don't Arthur would leave Charles to dry. It would be more selfish, probably, only because he feels like he has an obligation to Charles, but it would be a start. He might not help the Native Americans on the spot but it would just take more convincing since everything still crashes around him and he was good friends with Charles.

How would the draw go down?:

Well, we are going to speed up here. Arthur would still tell folks that this was done. He would be more optimistic about life. No tuberculosis means Arthur is waiting to die so we would erase that from him have a more livelier Arthur. Would still be grumpy, probably, but despite what people say, I doubt his doubts would die on Guarma.

Dutch would still be getting more deranged, accusing John and Arthur of being traitors when he realizes his "sons" are breaking away from him. Hosea's death really weighed on any rational (or the one he tried to pretend to have), and I don't think Arthur with TB would be able to change this. I doubt Arthur would go through all that work to break John out, only to accuse him of being a traitor like Javier and Bill. I can see him being even more vocal and less meek like he was, calling Dutch out even more.

Arthur would go back for Abigail in my opinion since he wanted to help John earlier, easily overpower Milton and his cronies without Sadie, who would be the extra gun this time.

During the draw, things would go more or less the same. I could see Arthur dropping Micah, Joe, and Cleet. He would be healthy and still a sharpshooter. And he was already angry OTL at what Micah did to the gang. Quick shots. Given how Javier hesitates, and the law was closing in, I don't see healthy Arthur shooting Dutch or Javier. Maybe Bill, but it'll be a very emotional situation.

Arthur and John would run away. I don't think Dutch would want to engage a healthy and in his prime Arthur so he won't be chasing them through that mountain and probably go with Javier and Bill. Arthur, this time, would leave with John to get to Horseshoe Overlook.

From there (without RDR1 plot), what happens:

Logically, Arthur wouldn't move to Blackwater and would have convinced John they need to move far away from the Pinkertons. RDR1 just won't happen.

It would be a bittersweet ending. I believe Arthur would convince John not to back for revenge on Dutch who may be tempted to for what he did to the gang, though not as a strong degree because Arthur would still be alive. It won't be the happiest ending but it would be a nice ending where they would all be able to live.

Concerning an equivalent of RDR1, maybe the Army would hunt down Sadie if she doesn't leave and she will be in the place of John in RDR1, but that probably won't have leverage against her. If they torture her, I doubt she will tell them anything and die with that information. That's if she doesn't ride off with the Marstons and Morgan.

It's something to think about.

[effy-writes]

Gojo: Aphrodisiac p.2 (smut)

notes: continuation of nanami p1. oral and fingering receiving, kinda short, 1.5k words

summery: nanami had to take ino somewhere and couldn't bring you. so who else is going to help you out? gojo

________

Nanami has been "helping out" for 3 months now. He took off his gloves that was covered in your juices before throwing it away. He wanted this little situation to be as professional as possible so he switched to non latex gloves. It doesn't feel as good as his bare fingers, but it gets the job done. You're thinking to yourself he does this so there's no strings attached, but he never said those words.

"I'm leaving tonight with Ino and won't be back until Thursday."

You pulled up your underwear and frantically stood up, "Three days?!"

"I know your concerns, I'm sure you can find somebody to help you."

"But I don't want anyone else! I only trust you to...you know. I just don't want to be taken advantage of."

Nanami relaxed, "I'm glad you can trust me. You can try asking Yuta or Gojo."

"Gojo!? Hell no he's too freaky for me."

"Yuta?"

"Absolutely not. I don't want Rika to freak out."

"That's understandable. Last resort you could pleasure yourself. I know it's not enough but you're going to have to find solutions. You can't always rely on me." Nanami adjusted his tie, still feeling flustered and embarrassed of these conversations with you.

"Fine. I'll ask Gojo."

"Well that settles it."

"What if he says no?"

Nanami chuckled, "I doubt it. Are you ready to train now?"

Doubts it?! "Yeah...would it be possible for you to ask Gojo? I really don't want to ask him myself."

"I suppose, but wouldn't it be more reasonable if you come along with me to ask him?"

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. "I guess. Can we just ask him now so I can get this embarrassment over with?"

"I don't see why not. I can ask him to meet us."

"Greattt," You said with sarcasm, in which Nanami didn't react to it.

~~~

"Ah Y/n! So nice to see you again!" Gojo had his arms out.

The first time you and Gojo met was still very much the same awkwardness you had with Nanami, the only difference is that Gojo was not embarrassed at all. He knows all about your unfortunate situation from before.

"Yeah, same here."

"You okay?" Gojo laughed, "You look nervous."

Nanami replied for you, "You're aware the situation of Y/n and I correct?"

"The one where-"

"Yes," He cut him off, "I will be out of town and Y/n needs someone to help her."

"Aw so you're asking me! I feel honored." Gojo turned his head towards you.

"You're literally my last resort, don't feel honored."

"Feisty!" He laughed, "Let's see what Nanami has been teaching you."

~~

"Nice apartment," Gojo looked at all of the decorations you had up. Some included pictures of different plants, a circle mirror, little lucky cat sitting in a bookshelf, stuff that he wasn't exactly expecting.

You chewed on your thumb nail, trying to gather the words of what's about to happen and how you would like for it to happen. Nanami was always so professional about this. Wears gloves, making you wear a long skirt so it's not too sexual, not talking about the details afterwards, how the hell is Gojo going to do it?

"Alright," Gojo clapped his hands, "What's the details?"

"Um...usually Nanami lets me sit on the couch and I wear a long skirt and he wears non-latex gloves to keep it professional."

"I don't have gloves, but wouldn't it feel better anyway that I don't wear gloves?"

"Yeah, but don't be too crazy while doing it. I hate that I have to do this."

"Relax," He walked closer, towering over you with a smirk, saying in a low tone, almost seductive voice, "I'll be gentle."

With a red tint face you took a step back, "Nanami makes me wear a skirt so do you want to do that?"

"Its all up to you. To be honest I was shocked that he would do this. The guy is too uptight!" He laughed, "He must really like you."

"That's definitely not it, he just felt bad for me."

Gojo faked pout, "Well that's sad isn't it?"

"Can we go ahead and get this over with?"

"Fine, fine. You gonna switch into that pilgrim skirt?"

"No because I really want to get this over with. Can you turn around?"

"I'm gonna be fingering and eating you out anyway, why does it matter?"

"Eating out!? Oh no, we are not doing that. Nanami usually fingers me and that's it, I don't want any other stuff."

"Oh come on! I haven't gotten any complaints yet. Plus who knows! It might help you more."

He might be right about this.

You pondered on that before finally agreeing, "Fine, let's do it. Turn around still so I can undress."

"If that'll make you feel better. I'm gonna be all up in there anyway." He laughed while turning around.

"Ew, don't say it like that." You tugged off your pants and underwear and tucked it inbetween the couch cushions before sitting down, nervously tapping your foot. You still wish it was Nanami, his hands so big and gentle, not making a big deal out of this situation. Sometimes he'll look up to make sure you're enjoying it. Even when his fingers are pumping in and out before curling them, he'll still ask you if this is what you want, what you find more pleasurable, if he needs to speed up or slow down, but he always starts off as slow and gentle because his fingers are so big and thick.

Now you're really missing Nanami.

But he's also too serious and professional at times. You want him to touch you more, kiss, talk sexy, but no, he sees it more of a business thing. You still cum no matter what, but fuck, you need Nanami.

"Ready," You finally had the courage. Sure, you could back out at any time but you have to do this stupid shit that you started.

Your thighs tightly pressed together, too embarrassed to spread them out but because of Gojo smirking with crossed arms your pussy became wetter, dying for it to get touched.

Gojo got on his knees as he placed his hand on them, "You this nervous with Nanami?"

You nod, "At first yeah."

Gojo rested his head on your knees and you assumed he was looking up at you because of his blindfold. "What can I do to make this more enjoyable for you, hm?"

"To shut your mouth."

He chuckled, "Gonna try my best." Gojo pushed your thighs out, staring at that pussy wet with natural lubricant. His lips slightly parted, the most beautiful pussy his eyes ever laid on. He's telling himself that Nanami is missing out. Oh he's going to be mad.

Gojo pushes two long fingers inside, definitely different than from Nanami who was slow at it and followed your instructions.

Your hips jerked up with a small moan escaping at the sudden stretch. He pumped them in and out, smirking to himself, before curling his fingers.

He brought his head closer to your pussy, hot breath breathing on it before his tongue ran along against your slit.

You covered your mouth with your hand, forgetting how good it feels to be ate out instead of being just fingered (with no sexual tension) for 3 months now. You grind your pussy against his face, making Gojo chuckle a bit. "Feels good, huh?" He said in a low, seductive voice before finally swirling his tongue on your clit

"Mpf!" You moaned out into your hand, using your other hand to grope your clothed tit, something you would never do with Nanami.

Gojo began sucking on the swollen clit, his fingers still curling to hit that spot. You uncovered your mouth, using that hand to tangle into Gojo's soft hair. For once, it does feel nice to fully relax getting ate out and fingered, not worrying about how professional this has to be.

Gojo looked up at you with a wicked grin, "You this touchy with Nanami?"

"N..No," You gasped as he finger fucked you faster.

"I feel honored," He said before latching himself on your clit again. You were getting closer, breathing becoming more ragged, hips buckling against his face.

"Ffffuck, I'm about to..." You never came this fast from Nanami.

Gojo nodded, feeling his dick tighten in his pants.

Seconds later your orgasm hit, way more powerful than with Nanami. Gojo still didn't back away, he wanted you to ride out your orgasm until you're quiet and twitching.

Once that being achievable, he leaned his head up while sliding his coated fingers out.

"Wow," You mumbled as your legs twitched.

Gojo wiped his fingers on your couch without you noticing before picking up your pants and underwear to hand them to you. "Make sure to tell Nanami we kept it professional."

"Will do. I'm sure he'll go on a 5 minute rant if he finds out what really happened." You slid up your underwear and pants, "Thanks for that, it actually felt nice."

"Told you I never got any complaints."

[howlingday]

Ren: I'm just saying, Jaune, that the conversation got very... unusual.

Nora: You seriously didn't pick up all the hints she was dropping?

Jaune: Guys, I'm not an idiot. (Scroll buzzes) Besides, Weiss' sister is a professional, just like us! (Answers) Don't be weird, you guys.

Winter: (Via scroll) It's been some time... White Knight~.

Jaune: Just Jaune is fine, Specialist Schnee.

Winter: You're a man of many names, Mr. Arc, but perhaps some things are best said behind closed doors~.

Jaune: Okay...?

Ren/Nora: ...

Jaune: ...What?!

Winter: And what is the business of this call?

Jaune: I was wondering if my team and I could get permission to land our bullhead at the Schnee Manor tonight.

Winter: Such a gentleman. Is there a reason for me to receive the Jaune Arc to come into my fold for an evening~?

Jaune: Team RWBY is requesting me to come and inspect for any material of dubious intent. Possibly with some armed support from Atlas Academy.

Winter: I'm uncertain what this inspection is for. Dubious material is one thing, but my privates are not exactly ready for such deep probing. Though they are young, well-groomed, and always ready for play~.

Jaune: I... was talking about one or two of your instructors.

Nora/Ren: ...

Winter: Then perhaps I should accompany you as well? I am an instructor myself...

Jaune: Really? What classes do you teach?

Winter: I'm more of a private tutor in... close-quarters engagement~.

Jaune: ...You mean like the one Professor Goodwitch taught?

Winter: What?!

Nora: Oh my fucking god, Ren...

Winter: Khm! Regardless, I will message you with the permissions. See you soon, Jaune~. (Click!)

Jaune: Okay, so what should we get for lunch?

Nora: Are we not going to address the sexy elephant in the room?!

Jaune: Nora, I have no idea what you're talking about. Weiss' sister is our boss. There's nothing personal going on between us, and if there was, we're just friends!

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Winter: (In the shower, Sings to Jaune pic) Let's talk about sex, bay-bee~! Let's talk about you and me~! Let's talk about all the good things~!

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Jaune: Just friends.

[riteliso]

S01E04

Yeah, I get it, my girl's bed is WAY too soft

AND I MEAN MY REAL GIRFRIEND

I'M NOT CALLING ADORA MY GIRLFRIEND I'M NOT THAT KIND OF KINNIE

MY GIRLFRIEND IS REAL SHE GOES TO A DIFFERENT COUNTRY

MY GIRLFRIEND IS REAL AND SHE'S NOT A CARTOON CHARACTER

I'M THE CARTOON CHARACTER

LAUGH AT HER NOT ME

Why would a bed work this way

More parallels but I forgot this one happened so I don't have the first half where shadow weaver does her "don't disappoint me" bullshit

Also I appreciate the parallel and I appreciate that our Queen here has plenty of faults that have impacted her daughter negatively but the parallels kinda don't hit as hard when shadow weaver is so

And Queen Angella is so

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU FUCKIGN LESBIANS

YOU FUCKIN WEIRDO

I HAVE TRIED TO DISSECT THIS SCENE SO MANY TIMES IN MY HEAD

DID CATRA JUST TELL HER THIS IS HOW FRIENDS SLEEP TOGETHER

WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER

WHAT'S WRONG WITH EITHER OF THEM

YOU FUCKIN FREAKS

GOD

Yeah, hi, you fuckin milquetoast headass

I love you too but you're boring

Come over for board game night all ready for some Oath or Arcs or Gloomhaven and they've got out TROUBLE

FUCKING TROUBLE

THAT'S NOT EVEN AS GOOD AS SORRY

They're lovely they're just old they remember 9/11 you know how it is

Put little nametags for where everyone's gonna sit :(

You set a dumbass up to fail :(

I feel like they almost kissed in spin the bottle or something and they're both still mad about it

They've just got a bad energy between them

He's actually really very nice

Prrow

^ :-) v

I can't get her ears right

Also nice pits, girl, we love tank-tops in this household

I got caught being bad so now I can't lie and pretend I wasn't being bad :(

Me forcing my friends to explain their fumbles until I can tell them to talk to her about beyblades and tamagotchis and hello kitty next time

Chicks are easy just be interested in stupid things

Picking up autistic chicks is a series of knowledge checks that ends with the kind of head where you stop being able to feel anything below your knees

She's literally so gay that people are confused about it

People I watch this show with repeatedly don't understand that she drew that

Now, why did she hang it up on her locker? I dunno

She clearly likes to

I feel like it's odd how she CONTINUOUSLY hangs things up on her locker and then gets embarrassed about them, but there's high school kids out there wearing ahegao hoodies so what the fuck do I know

What's important is she fought with her girlfriend then went home and did a shitty drawing of her beautiful girlfriend on that awful horse

and then was so gay she HUNG IT UP ON HER FUCKING LOCKER

DESPITE THE FACT HER GIRLFRIEND IS AN ENEMY OF THE FUCKING STATE

THAT'S VERY CUTE, KITTY, BUT IT'S ALSO MIND-BOGGLINGLY STUPID

Old homophobe is like "I knew I shouldn't have let you two listen to that band with the horrid name 'scissor sisters.' I knew you couldn't be trusted. Now she's gay and it's your fault and she ran away and it's because she's gay and not because I hate gay people. She wasn't gay before"

These losers would have loved "I Can't Decide" AMVs. Catra biting Adora's arm while Adora clicks over to "You're Gonna Go Far Kid - Nightcore" because it has ponies in it

Fuckin dweebs

WHAT ABOUT YOUR OUTLIER, LADY

I think it's kinda interesting and we'll talk about it later but Catra loves Adora and hates She-ra, which is kinda in opposition to a lot of the world that surrounds the two. Of course, part of Catra's arc is learning to love She-ra and the responsibilities and role her girlfriend plays in everything, but also to temper Adora's unhinged enthusiasm for constantly playing the selfless hero. She learns to respect Adora's desire to do good, to play a bigger role, without buying into the idea that Adora deserves anything less than complete happiness.

Catra also does something I have noticed that I do, where when I talk about superheroes I actually like, mainly spider-man, I refer to them by their secret identity name when I'm happy with them, and by their superhero name when I'm upset with them. It's a very specific thing that kinda shook me when I noticed we had it in common.

Yeah, she's pretty. Yeah. YEAH OKAY. YEAH SHE'S PRETTY OKAY. I forgot what I was originally gonna type

I kinda hate this bitch

NOT AS A CHARACTER

She's a great character

This is not a swift wind situation

I just know that if I met her I'd hate every second of it

Disagreeing with her would be a pain in the ass and the only thing worse would be AGREEING WITH HER

EVERYTHING YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT IN THE WRONG WAY

FUCK YOU

Don't gas up a girl with anxiety she'll piss her pants and cry

You're the worst

Why are they all laid out the same

Why would they ever be

Also, counter-point,

NO THEY'RE FUCKING NOT

How much time passes over the course of this show

It doesn't make any sense for-- Adora JUST got here.

Like, IN this episode. It was her first time sleeping here.

ADORA WHY DO YOU HAVE SUCH AN OUT OF DATE CODE

YOU FUCKING IDIOT

Good early character establishing work. Bow is realistic, if not a BIT underconfident, and Sparkles can't wait to bite off more than she can chew and get her ass handed to her.

Ignore the data moshing MY EYES ARE UP HERE

You could have done this the whole fucking time and you didn't your people were starving for nothing

You suck

My first time watching it this is the line that shook the dust from my bones and made me realize that we weren't looking at your average lesbian sci fi fantasy

We were looking at that PRIMO sci fi TOXIC fantasy WESTERN YURI, BABY!!!!

Jokes aside, this is a line that really does do a good job illuminating the horde's suffocating grasp on these young women and how they're able to express themselves. Using homophobic language and homoerotic language in different situations to highlight these characters' struggles while within a different context is something extremely, EXTREMELY impressive and beautiful. I don't think it could have been executed better.

Kitty wants to bring her girl back into the closet and see how many minutes they can spend in heaven before they get dragged back out

Another good parallel

This is how Catra just genuinely feels due to her unyeilding adoration of Adora. Everyone loves Adora. She loves Adora even more than most. Of course it'd be easy to get frustrated growing up in that environment.

Oh right that's where it ends is on the first Best Friend Squad mention

ALRIGHT SO

Here's how we're doing things, right? We're gonna go one episode at a time, and I'm gonna give my thoughts whenever they come up. This is a train of thought type beat, alright? Unlike my usual grandstanding authorial and analytical self, this re-watch is purely for the rant factor. If you don't know me, and you just happened upon this thread because you like reading she-ra rewatches, hello. I'm a writer from Canada who found she-ra in 2025 and is currently on her sixth watch through. From that, hopefully you can discern that I like this show, even if I'm likely gonna criticize parts of it. We good to go? Good. We start with S01 E01.

RIGHT, THE SWORD PART 1! A zoom in, with an angelic singing being drowned out by digital bloopy fright zone vibes, and then Adora being a fuckin dweeb as her leitmotif plays in a decidedly crystiline synth-y tone.

Now, what do we learn from this? This, aside from one gripe I'll have more to speak on later, is an excellent introduction. With the music alone we're essentially taken from the beauty of the planet, the overwhelming dread of the fright zone, and then into a hopeful tune that isn't FREE from these sort of digital themes in the music, but is very defined and separate FROM them.

This isn't gonna be one of those things where I praise literally every single fuckin thing so keep your panties on, I'm not gonna full-on overanalyzing avatar this shit, but the most important parts of a story are the beginning and the ending.

Now, when I say that, I am speaking pragmatically. Every part of every story is important-- but when it comes to what people remember, what they love, what they never shut up about-- it's the start and the end. You need to nail the take-off and the landing, people will forget the turbulence from the rest of the trip.

Now, what does THIS bitch's intro tell us about her? Well, a lot, honestly. Most of what we know about Adora at this point is she plays by the rules, but she is a notably goofy person. She's goofy, but she's unwilling to goof-OFF too much.

And while we get a taste of the rivalry they have instantly, with "That's low, even for you." "You know nothing's too low for me~"

We instantly see that that is not the CORE of their relationship.

I'd like to praise the voice direction in this show for the first of many times here. The voice actors do amazing work in this, and the direction can be felt throughout.

"Come on, you look stupid hanging there" can obviously be a seen as a strange first line to show the warmth these two share, but the inflection from Catra's voice actor, AJ Mikalcha, makes it read as downright sweet.

Also don't get used to me using names of the crew besides ND Stevenson because I'm so awful with names I was still calling Catra Katara half the time on my second re-watch and I was like 90% of the way to realizing I kinned her at that point

Also don't make fun of me for kinning Catra there's no RESPONSE to people making fun of you for kinning Catra THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU SEEM MORE LIKE FUCKING CATRA OKAY

Anyway, the following scene makes it clear that this is not a one-way dynamic. The two banter, and it's clear Adora knows how to get under Catra's skin and annoy her as well. This is notable in a few places MUCH further on, but it is a difference worth highlighting NOW.

Once Adora leaves, Catra's primary goal is still to get under her skin. She's angry about it, she's mean about it, but she's still just doing what she's always done. The relationship between the two doesn't actually change as much as the context does. I'd say the relationship itself doesn't change much until the final season, at a scene I'm sure I'll have a lot to say about.

On the flip-side, Adora's goal when it comes to Catra is simply to fight her off. But that's not all there is. At points, it's clear that Adora holds some sort of REVERENCE for Catra, and while Catra is very capable of very mean things, don't get me wrong, Adora sees Catra as more of a threat than she realistically is.

At a few moments I'll point out she also relishes in getting under Catra's skin, but admittedly those are few and far between.

People have gone over this introduction billions of times, so I won't BORE you to death with it, but Shadow weaver's introduction does hint at a lot of what we'll learn later. I think it's very notable that while Shadow weaver brings a dark gloom that encompasses both our leads, her vile tendrils only dare to touch Catra. We learn the specifics of the dynamic these three have later, but it is a very unique and terrible situation to be the least favourite of an abusive guardian. Especially if you are repeatedly reminded of that fact.

I'm not gonna go over all the body language shit I've seen other text posts about it there's plenty of them a lot of focus in this show goes into tiny details where characters are constantly reacting to the world around them, and very rarely do we get lame stretches where anyone's face is just frozen and unflinching while they listen to someone else.

with all due respect to the setting at this point in time the bright moon rebellion is so pathetically anemic it's the two teens, some movie night lesbians, an immortal princess queen, and a bunch of fucking trees.

And you'd think the one carrying the team would be THE IMMORTAL PRINCESS QUEEN, BUT NO, ITS THE FUCKING TREES DOING ALL THE GOD DAMNED WORK

This introduction is fine. I don't particularly like it, nor have any strong feelings about it. It establishes the relationship between glimmer and her mother, but besides that it doesn't honestly do much. And don't come at me with "Uh, all it needs to do is establish that relationship?" Yeah, no shit, but we just had a better introduction to our other lead characters. And yes, those are the MAIN leads, the sort of heart of the show, but that doesn't mean that the other characters are unimportant. Glimmer's development later on is truly interesting, and Bow becomes a massively inspiring character. Fun jokey times are fine or whatever to show that they're immature and don't know the first thing about war, in contrast to our full-blown child soldiers raised from birth in the fright zone, but we really don't learn anything particularly INTERESTING about our best friend squad compadres in their intro, nor do we really see any of it until episode 2, to be frank.

This is something we don't actually see much of-- Catra has this ideal of being a conqueror, but it's very clear that she doesn't want that. Her threats are vapid and aimless-- She can enjoy some chaos, sure, but a shit-stirrer isn't gonna use that feces to build brick shithouses that they never intend to fall.

I think this should have been elaborated on more, personally. Catra is comically terrible with authority, and her plan, as stated later, is to wait it out until her and Adora are the ones calling the shots. But we don't really see what she thinks conquering even looks like, and it's not clear whether that's that she hasn't even imagined it and just likes evil words, or if she genuinely wants to rule with Adora as her Queen.

I gravitate towards the first, but that's partially because I wake up and post shit like "I want to destroy the world and rule its dust" and then forget I posted it when someone likes it 5 minutes later. If she do, in fact, as studies point toward, "be just like me fr," then I fully understand. If not, then I'd like to understand.

aw :(

Fuckin dweeb pulling the "my mom doesn't want me hanging out with you anymore" card

HA! Ah, what a bitch. Anyway, she's lashing out, but it's also quite tragic. A lot of people seem to think Adora IS, in some way, a people pleaser, but in reality she just has such an ingrained and violent sense of justice that she wants to right every wrong she has ever and will ever come across. She believes her validity is tied to what she can provide to the world, and she's got a natural sense of charisma, so it's natural for someone who refuses to blend in and naturally tends to put people off like Catra to have this view of her.

In reality, Adora is just-- a good person. And people LIKE good people. She's not a good person with an asterisk-- a good person with terms and conditions-- someone who falls into the definition of a good person while feeling and being treated like something else. Catra is the "a tomato is a fruit" of good people. Adora is just, like, a 1 dollar costco hotdog of a woman. An inarguable good treading water on this earth, no matter how hard it tries to pull her under.

Imagine falling for a brat with mad hops, like a fucking 50 foot vertical, you say you're too tired to play their favourite board game and they go hang out on your neighbour's roof, couldn't be me. Get fucked I guess

Yeah this is sad. Empathy is very much a learned skill, and people who don't learn empathy don't GET happy FOR people. Catra's not a complete person yet. She's not ready to be. That doesn't happen for a really long time, during an exceptionally long manic spiral. We'll get there, calm down, don't think about how far away that is and how much I've already yammered on.

Anyway, if you find yourself getting jealous or annoyed instead of getting happy for people, consider empathy isn't what you thought it was, and that you might still need to work on yourself.

fucking porno framing. Immensely sexual image, really. These bitches violently gay I suppose, I think I'm picking up on that during this sixth re-watch.

Buddy you got no idea how many problems those two already have you literally lose your little tiara at some point I think it ends up in the middle of a tree in space or something it's kinda unclear

Adora elbows her square in the nose during this so to everyone accusing Catra of physical abuse I just want it to be clear that Adora started it :/

Actually I'd like to retract that joke immediately because I know how people get about these two

My feelings are that they are literally child soldiers who were likely raised sparring each-other.

I was raised sparring other children and I ended up fine! Not for war, for Karate. And I didn't end up fine. And neither did they. Anyway, my point isn't even specifically that because this is sci-fi fantasy it's ridiculous to hold real life standards to it, it's more-so that because it's sci-fi fantasy there's extenuating circumstances that are going to affect how these two characters treat each-other. I'll go into hotter takes later, I'm sure, and get people to send me plenty of death-threats, but I'm gonna go into the nuances of exactly what forms Catra's abuse takes, and how it differs given by the separate circumstances we're shown the two in throughout the show.

my girl when I'm tryna live my best life playing as blue toad in mario 3d world

also holy shit we're only like halfway through this I am an AGONIZING yapper jesus fuck

Okay, what to say about lighthope-- well, their first words are "balance must be restored," far before they say Adora's name, so it somewhat lays out their secret priorities for us there. Besides that, I dunno, they got circuits on them? I don't have particularly strong feelings about lighthope, nor their introduction. I think they serve the setting and are written well, I just subjectively am not a sucker for the way they be. Their friendship with Mara is cute tho

I was gonna point out this is cute and how often I do this exact brat tactic but instead we data moshin, nothin wrong with a little data moshin, I'm down

This is the only reason she even wears a ponytail I'd stake my fuckin life on it

Once she leaves the fright zone that thing's fucking vestigial like a tailbone or having "any pronouns" in your bio when it's pretty clear you're very much a "she/they" type of bitch by now

glimmer why don't your windows have glass

or alternatively

how the fuck do you open and close that window

you can absolutely fucking hear her from this distance what on earth are you trying to pull

you a pillow princess tho how many of those arrows are just hitatchi magic wands attatched to a stick with duct-tape after the series ends do you think

The fuck you mean BOTTOM drawer we lookin at left and right here

or is this similar to my pillow princess comment and she's just addressing him and giving him an order

"Bottom; drawer."

It's established later on that he's a tech wiz but at this point in time they don't really give us much to lead us to the fact that he made that fucking thing

she's a freak

yes it's very sweet that she sleeps this way but I don't think it's some bdsm powerplay thing or anything like that, which would honestly be more tolerable, I think she's just like that

like how the way I'd sit in high school was to get two chairs and face them toward each-other then sit cross-legged across both

even if there weren't enough chairs to go around

people would sit on the FLOOR because I wanted to sit criss-cross-applesauce across two chairs, they wouldn't even ask for one of my chairs

also since I was sitting, again, cross-legged, it would have made more sense for ME to sit on the floor

I mean I think I got asked ONCE for one of the chairs and I just said "fine" but besides that people just let me sit on my fuckin throne

She really is kinda dumb, though. Like I ain't complaining, it's a character trait, but like obviously even if just you get in trouble Catra's gonna get blamed, you've seen it like at least once a month for your whole entire life

Mind you, can't really have Catra for the next part, because Catra's reaction to Bow and Glimmer wouldn't be "just let me have the sword" it'd be murder

oh wow we hit the image limit looks like we're doing TWO SEPARATE POSTS FOR THE VERY FIRST EPISODE YEE-HAW!!!!! THIS IS GOING TO TAKE ME FUCKING FOREVER

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man oh man i have so many thoughts about how insistently (and i think kind of blindly/uncritically) my university pushes us to frame absolutely every type of learning experience we offer to students in the language of "career readiness" and "career-connected learning" and "professional development." i totally get that we have a large first-gen student population who are making a big investment of time & money in a college degree and who want to be sure that doing so will grant them access to greater socioeconomic mobility. and i DO think it is important for us to think about like, ok, long-term, what comes after these experiences or after this four years in college, and what can we be doing to set students up for success as they transition out of college and into the rest of their lives. but like. idk man. i find it really bleak sometimes. just this relentless messaging that the only thing that matters in your adult life is how competitive you are on the job market. and i also think it pushes us to just like, kind of warp or distort the things we are offering students to make them fit under that rubric, or that particular framework for valuing things? like if we want to convince a student to study abroad we can't be like, living abroad is one of the most amazing things you can do. it's so fun/scary/exhilarating/awesome and it will expand your horizons in ways you can't even anticipate and it will expose you to different ways of seeing the world and you will get to interact with people whose perspectives have been shaped by totally different cultures & contexts and it will help you become more independent and more confident in your ability to handle unfamiliar situations and it will give you stories you will remember all your life and you will build strong friendships with the people you meet and you will take cool pictures or buy little knickknacks that remind you of those experiences in your daily life forever and it will motivate you to travel more and when/if you have kids of your own you will probably make it a priority to travel with them if you can or to encourage them to study abroad when they're older because you know how amazing that experience is and you want them to have access to those kinds of life-changing opportunities. like instead of saying any of that we have to say oh this will develop your skills in time management and project management and professional communication with your supervisors and it will give you something impressive to talk about on your resume or in job interviews and blah blah blah. or even if you use a more capacious definition of career readiness that focuses more on habits of mind (like, in the workplace you will sometimes have to navigate complex situations where expectations are not fully clear! you will also likely have this experience living abroad!), it's still just like... idk man... i find it so reductive lol like yeah sure but "get a skill that applies to your job as a project manager or an IT professional or whatever" just feels so much... Less... than the more humanistic appeal to like, this will enrich your life in so many ways, and you will, through these experiences, just become an all-around more emotionally mature, confident, and interesting human being who has engaged in an experience that challenged you and helped you grow. but then i am all in on the humanities and humanism in general so maybe i am biased here and someone who wants to be a software engineer or whatever would be wholly unmoved by that kind of appeal. idk. anyway. it looks like our team is going to be subsumed into our career center in the next year or two so like. what can you really do except to inwardly say "wow i kinda hate this"