#and if my boss is reading this yes i made this at work pls don't fire me ilu

[bro-atz]

défilé de lingerie

in which: you're modeling the latest lingerie designs for your two bosses, and let's just say their designs are very effective.

pair: lingerie designer!san/lingerie model!afab!reader/lingerie tailor!mingi

word count: 3.1k

content: reader is a lingerie model but also sex doll, reader in heels is shorter than mingi, mingi's a horndog and san is more professional, nicknames (mon amour), unprotected sex (PLS REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL), double penetration, cunnilingus, oral, anal, creampies, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: loml @k-hotchoisan and i decided to exchange biases for a fic, so this is my fic for our exchange— enjoy (nd read aub's fic here!)

"Alright, you know the drill, Y/N," one of your bosses, Mingi, stated as soon as you stepped foot in the room.

"Yeah, it's like we don't do this every month or something," you responded with heavy sarcasm and the most obnoxious eye roll.

"Don't give me that sass. Just do it."

You bowed your head before heading behind the partition in the room.

That was one of the stipulations of being the personal model for a world renowned lingerie atelier— anytime the designer and stylist had new looks they wanted to test out, they would test them out on you. They loved the way the bra and panties would fit you just right, and there was also something about the way that you modeled the looks for them that made them obsessed with you.

"Wear the black one first," the other boss of yours, San, instructed.

"You mean the one with the garter belt?"

"Yes, and wear the stockings with them!" Mingi quickly added.

You sighed deeply before putting the stockings on first. The black set was an insanely intricate lace thong with pearls near the crotch— Hold on, these were crotchless panties?!

"Uh, since when did you guys start doing pieces like this?" you asked the two men nervously.

"We've always done this, Y/N. Hurry and put it on," San responded impatiently.

You swallowed the pool of saliva building in your mouth before slipping the panties on, the cool pearls rubbing against your exposed clit sending shivers down your spine. After adjusting the panties on your hips properly, you grabbed the matching lace corset and put it on, only to realize that there was no way you were going to be able to hook every eye closure.

"Hey, Mr. Song," you were still expected to treat your bosses with respect even after all you had done for them over the years. "Could you help me with the corset?"

"See, San, I told you the corset wasn't going to work well," Mingi said matter-of-factly.

"Shut up, this is why we test the sets before we launch them," San grumbled.

When Mingi came around the partition, he took one look at you and immediately bit his lower lip. He approached you from behind, and instead of helping you with the corset, he bent down and ran his fingers up your leg, his hand resting on the curve of your waist where the waistband of the garter belt sat, his waist pressing against your exposed buttocks, his hard-on rubbing against your leg.

Oh, yeah. That was the other thing. You weren’t just their personal model, but you were also their personal sex doll (but were you complaining?).

"Mmm, look at you in this set," his low voice rumbled in your ear. "I could just eat you up."

"Mr. Song," you whispered as you felt him brush your hair from the nape of your neck and leave a soft kiss. "Can you please help me with the corset first?"

"Why bother when I'm just going to take it off in two seconds?"

You moaned slightly when Mingi tiptoed his fingers along your waist and down your stomach before pressing the pearls against your clit. He unclipped the pearls from the front part of the panties before running two fingers along your folds, collecting the arousal that had started accumulating the second Mingi laid a singular finger on you.

"Mingi, cut it out. We need to see the sets," San's authoritative voice rang out, snapping you out of your lusty trance.

"Damn, he can't let me have you to myself for one second, can he?" Mingi tsked.

He finally helped you with the corset while you struggled to hook the pearls back onto the panties. Mingi, noticing your struggle, knelt before you and took the tiny clasp from your grasp. At first, you thought he was going to actually put the pearls back on, but instead he rubbed his nose against your clit and ran his tongue along your cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered while smacking your hand against the wall for balance, the other grabbing the roots of Mingi’s hair.

“Mingi!” San yelled.

“Ugh, fine,” Mingi groaned.

Mingi clipped the pearls back on, and he resumed his professional mode when he stood up to inspect the set, adjusting little things here and there to make you look absolutely perfect. Mingi left first, and before you left, you wore the pair of black platform heels on the ground— they also usually had a pair of designer heels for each lingerie set for you to wear— and checked yourself out in the mirror. You walked towards the two men in their leather armchairs slowly, trying to get used to the height of the heels.

“Turn around for me, Y/N,” San requested.

You did as he asked and turned on the balls of your feet just the way they liked it. You heard the leather scrunching and felt the cool touch of San’s ring on your shoulder moments later. He adjusted the fit of the thong quickly before rubbing his fingers between your legs to check the pearls.

“Okay, the bottom part seems fine,” he murmured.

“Check the corset, San.”

“I know, I was getting to it.”

San pressed the palm of his hand flat against your back, then he started tugging the top of the corset outwards, testing the durability of the hooks.

“I don’t see what the issue is— the corset is fine,” San argued with Mingi.

“She wasn’t able to get it on by herself, and if the point of this collection is supposed to be lingerie she can surprise her lover with, then it kind of defeats the purpose,” Mingi shot back.

“So then should we go with the ribbons like I had in the original design?”

Mingi pressed his lips together then nodded, admitting defeat. San let out a deep sigh and returned to you in the corset. He spun you around to face him, and you lost your balance as he did so, falling right into San’s arms.

“Maybe the heels were a little too tall for you,” San muttered, his hot breath flitting past your ears, making your body surge with warmth. “Are your ankles okay?”

“Yes, thank you,” you cleared your throat and stood properly once more for San to finish his inspection.

San held your shoulders and looked at the entirety of the set, his eyes lingering on the cups for your breasts. Gently, he cupped your breasts and pressed along the fabric before turning to Mingi and saying, “The underwire is too short for her measurements. You should know better by now. Like, look at this— the underwire won’t even support her breasts properly.”

Without looking at Mingi’s reaction, San turned back to you and reached around you to unhook the top portion of the corset, allowing you to breathe a little easier. You sighed softly as he unhooked more, but not the entirety of the corset. Then, San went on his knees and inspected the work of the garter belt and crotchless panties.

“Could we get different straps for this?” San asked as he snapped the strap against your thigh, making you flinch slightly. “I don’t like how thick this is.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, the clasps are ugly. Try again.”

“You approved of those clasps for the last set!” Mingi complained.

“The last set called for silver, but I want black for this one. Fix it.”

Mingi muttered under his breath as he took mental note of all of San’s stipulations. Finally, San arrived at the pearls. He tugged at the clasp and hummed in approval at the strength of the loop.

“The satin loop is strong. Good job.”

“I’m worried about the wear after several washes, though—”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. The only way this would get frayed is if she’s incapable of hooking the clasp on, and the loop is big enough for her to not miss.”

As San explained, he played with the pearls, running his finger up and down the chain. You stifled your moans as you felt him toy with you— you had no idea if it was intentional or not, but whatever it was, it was making your entire body flush with heat.

“You like that?” San whispered low enough so only you could hear— he was doing it intentionally.

“Y-Yes…”

“Mmm, I don’t think I can get through the other sets right now… Let’s take a little break, mon amour.”

That was the signal. Mingi immediately got out of the arm chair and made his way to you, the glint in his eye making you swallow nervously. Even with the heels on, Mingi was still taller than you, so he tilted your head up to meet his lips before moving his hand to your neck. You held Mingi’s shoulder as he kissed you intensely, blood rushing to your ears as you felt his fingers pressing into your neck gently. You wanted to grab his shirt with your other hand, but San, who was still between your legs, was stimulating you a little too much with his fingers that you had to grab the roots of his hair.

You thought San was going to unhook the pearls sooner rather than later, but instead, with the pearls still on, he ran his tongue along them. His tongue circled around the pearl on your clit, the smoothness of the pearl sending a stream of tingles through your body. It certainly did not help when San moved your leg so that it rested over his shoulder, giving him more space to fuck your wet pussy with his tongue. You unconsciously gyrated your hips into his face, your hand pulling him closer to you. It was when Mingi stopped kissing your lips and trailed them down your neck were you able to focus a little more on San.

“Fuck,” you hissed and inhaled sharply. “Right there— Ah! R-Right there…”

The pleasure only increased for you when San ran his fingers from the end of the pearl chain up the fabric of the thong, making the string ride up slightly and rub against your asshole just right. You whimpered and whined the more San toyed with the lower half of your body, unaware that Mingi was working on unhooking the remaining eye closures. The second it was completely unhooked, Mingi threw the corset somewhere behind him and latched onto your breasts. His teeth tugged on your nipples gently, the stimulation really getting to you.

“I don’t think she can stand much longer,” Mingi commented when he felt your grasp on his shoulder start to slip.

“I’m almost there, shh,” San waved the other man away before returning to feasting.

“Mr. Choi, p-please,” you cried. “I’m al-almost— Nngh!”

You gripped Mingi’s shoulder tightly when San slipped a thick finger into your cunt and curled it over and over inside you while fixating on your clit, the pearls continuing to stimulate you like there was no tomorrow. It was when San started rapidly fingering you did your final thread of sanity snap. You muffled your cry as you came, your cunt convulsing around San’s finger, your grip on his hair tight as hell as you shoved his face as far as you could into your pussy.

“You enjoyed that a lot, didn’t you, mon amour?” Mingi teased with his low voice. “I’m sure you must’ve been hot and bothered from earlier…”

He rubbed his nose along your jawline before peppering kisses along your neck and on your ear, the fingers on his other hand rubbing your ear. You sighed softly, sensually as you tilted your head towards Mingi the more he showed you affection.

“Let’s get her to the chairs, shall we?” San interrupted your passionate moment with Mingi when he stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist.

San lifted you and carried you to his armchair. He sat down first then sat you down on his lap, making you straddle him. He reached to your feet and flung the heels off before running his fingers along your legs and up the curve of your hips and waist.

“Mon amour,” San whispered breathlessly. “Would you like a taste of yourself?”

You nodded, and San immediately grabbed the back of your head and kissed you passionately, his tongue diving deep into your mouth. As you made out with him, Mingi approached you from behind and grabbed your ass cheeks, squeezing and pulling upwards tightly. You cried into San’s mouth when you felt Mingi slap your ass and pull up on your thong, the panties and pearls digging into your cunt.

You were still heavily focused on kissing San that after the pleasureful pain from Mingi subsided, you didn’t realize that he was finally removing the pearls from the panties. After setting the pearls down, he pulled the thong to the side and ran his tongue along your ass crack while inhaling deeply. When you felt his hands pull your ass apart and his tongue prod your asshole, you whined and moaned while pushing yourself further into San’s hold.

Mingi pulled your waist out and up, giving him a better angle to eat your ass out. As Mingi focused on loosening you up, you directed your attention to San’s bulging crotch. One hand on his shoulder, you unbuckled his belt with your other hand and pulled his thick cock out. You reached to your cunt and collected some of your arousal before stroking San’s cock, the man’s breath hitching when he felt your nails trace the tip of his cock.

“I want to be inside you, mon amour,” he said, his voice so low he nearly growled.

You heard Mingi complain behind you when you and San shifted, the man lowering himself in the chair while you pressed your upper body against his. You rubbed your cunt against his cock before he adjusted his cock himself and slipped it inside you, a long moan leaving your lips. You gripped the arms of the chair when you felt San place his hands on your ass and begin to move your waist up and down on his cock, letting out little moans and squeals whenever he bottomed out.

Mingi wasn’t about to let the fruits of his labor go to waste. He whipped out his own cock and spat on his hand before stroking it a couple times. He approached you from behind and got San to stop moving you on his lap, allowing him to push the tip of his huge cock into your tight asshole. He teased you over and over again, his cockhead entering and exiting you quickly.

“Mingi, stop teasing her and fuck her already,” San bit out.

“Do you want me to fuck you, mon amour? Do you want me to fuck you silly?” Mingi, ignoring San’s order, asked you gently.

“Please, Mr. Song,” you hiccuped. “I want you to give it to me.”

“You heard her, Mingi. Do it.”

With a deep sigh, Mingi spread your ass again and pushed his cock into your tight hole, a loud cry leaving your lungs when you felt his insane length fill you up. Once Mingi was all the way inside you, both men started moving your waist along their lengths. Mingi continued to smack your ass sporadically as his thrusts got stronger. San, on the other hand, bucked his hips upwards to meet your cunt, the added force driving you insane. The sensation of their cocks rubbing against each other through the layer inside only made the pleasure build.

“Fuck,” you whined as you aimlessly clutched at San’s coat. “Fuck me harder, Mr. Choi… I beg you…”

“Oh? Alright. Come here.”

Mingi pulled out, allowing you to turn around on San’s lap. You sat on his lap, your back facing him. He slipped his cock into your cunt again and tucked his hands under your knees to lift your legs before he started jack hammering his cock into you at a much faster rate. You felt yourself nearing your climax, but you weren’t quite there yet. It wasn’t until Mingi slipped his cock into your cunt as well did white fill your vision, the feeling of the two cocks spreading you wide making your entire body react.

“Fuck! Fuck, I’m cumming!” you cried.

“Cum for us, mon amour,” San hissed in your ear. “Cum all over us.”

You rubbed your clit several more times before your orgasm completely washed over you, your cunt clenching as you squirted through their thrusts. You thought they would stop to let you finish completely, but both men refused to pull out. You continued to cum as they stuffed their cocks inside you repeatedly, your loud cries of profanities echoing in the room.

Moments later, neither man could hold back any longer— the feeling of your cunt squeezing around their cocks was a little too much for them to handle. Mingi pulled out and let the older man shove his cock deep inside you to let his load out, strings of hot cum filling up inside you. San let out a huge groan of relief as he pulled out slowly, his cock still twitching inside you and releasing his cum. You knew he was completely done when he buried his face in the nook of your neck and groaned deeply, his heavy breathing starting to quiet down.

The second San’s cock left your pussy, Mingi immediately shoved his massive cock inside you. He held the back of your neck and pulled you towards him, his lips furiously locking with yours as he thrust violently hard into you. You cried and whimpered into the kisses as his cock kept rubbing past your G-spot, and it was when Mingi finally came did you cum again, your legs shaking as stars overtook you. His cum spurt inside you and filled you up, the cum from both men swimming inside you and threatening to spill out.

Mingi let go of your head, allowing you to completely melt in San’s arms, the man lowering your legs the second Mingi was done with you. You clenched your pussy to keep their seed inside you, afraid to make more of a mess.

“You’re always so tight for us, mon amour. Does your body not get used to us?” Mingi asked with a chuckle as he began to clean himself up.

“I don’t think she’ll ever get used to us fucking her into oblivion,” San joked as he nuzzled his nose into your neck. “Right, mon amour?”

You responded with a breathy sigh and a slight nod, making both men smile at how fucked out you looked.

“Now, clean up. You still have several more sets to try on for us.”

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[theangelcatalogue]

WHAT'S WRONG? || YANDERE FRANCIS X READER! || ★!

★ - Romantic or Platonic(?)!

★ - Gender Neutral reader!

★ - One shot!

★ - Before we start: Idk why i did this, but i saw fics of him, and people going crazy over him, so why not?? I don't even write for that's not my neighbour, but i love the game! So let' go! Also sorry if is confusing! My mind is kinda tired and idk why i wrote this at 1AM(Is i wrote this at 1AM, remade some parts and posted it at 2AM) (Pls check Tw before reading it! <3)

★ - TW: YANDERE, DOPPELGANGER, BLOOD, BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR AND MADE BY A MINOR!!! PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISSED SOMETHING!!!

   ˚๑ ✦ Y/N!!! ✦ ๑°

・・・ ★ ・・・

︶ ꒷ ︶ ꒷ ꒦

Just a normal day in work!

This work is not that bad, i mean, i have to focus in every single neighbor, check some papers and be careful because some of than can be actually doppelgangers that will kill me and the persons that live here? Yeah-

But is guess i am getting used to it! And some neighbors are really nice! And others are just weird and rude! But what i can do? People are like that!

It's kinda weird that no one is showing up now, but i can have some time to rest now! Just me, a good coffee and my jornal/book(it can be a jornal or a book!)

Now i am just reading, waiting for anyone, i mean the today's list is short today! Lucky me i guess? I get kinda focused in the reading, the content is kinda depressing and boring, but is what i have for now

" Hello Y/n. "

I heard someone saying, Oh! I can't forget this voice!

" Francis! Tired as always? Well, let's see if you are in todays list! "

I said not taking the eyes of my jornal/book, i am lucky that Francis is the one who showed up! He is kinda nice! Just a tired guy but hey! He is a hardworker!

" Sounds good for me. Here is my entry request and ID "

I could notice him giving the papers, now i notice his hand is kinda dirty and his voice is kinda off, more tired than usual...

" Oh! Thanks- "

I respond him finally taking my eyes of the book, now i can see Francis better let's say, he is covered in a red liquid with a weird smell

It is what i am thinking? Oh yeah! A doppelganger! But i never thought a doppelganger would commit a error like that, why blood...? Some are a missing eye, others just say peach and others are a long neck and etc, what if is not a doppelganger...?

" What's wrong Y/n? Something wrong about the papers? "

He says noticing that i am kinda nervous, i just pick the papers and the clickboard as usual, first thing to question?

His looks.

" Francis! What happend? You are corvered in...what is that? Can you explain? "

Francis just looks at his outifit and then back at me, the same tired look, but something about the way he looks at me is different, i can't tell what is

" Oh this? It's a new milk! Scarlett Milk! It's a Milk with Red coloring, and Yes, it's food coloring! Not used in clothes... "

" Really Francis? So tell me! How did you got corvered in...Scarlett Milk...? "

He was getting tired of me questioning i guess, okay, i have three options!

1. It's really a milk with food coloring

2. It's a doppelganger

3. Francis is a killer or just got crazy

Please let it be 1-

" Accident at work. Just that, can i go in? "

He asks me looking at me deep at the eyes, i feel like he is judging all my sins, i break the eye contact and look at the Red button and then at the phone

Should i call the police or my boss?

" Look Y/N, i am really tired, just let me in, so i can go take a shower and rest. Maybe after you are done, you can go to my room, drink some coffee together! I heard is your favorite drink, what about a coffee with milk uh? "

He says to me, i think he is getting impatient

OH REALLT Y/N L/N!? DON'T TELL ME

" I- "

" Come on darling. "

He gets closer to the window, supporting his one of his arms in the glass

" Let. Me. In "

✦ - NOTES!!!

✮ " Sky wtf was that? " I DON'T KNOW LOL ✮

✮ The fandom go crazy about him gosh ✮

✮ Okay should i write for TNMN??? ✮

✮ Anyways have a good day my loves! <33 ✮

[agustdiv1ne]

in no particular order, here are my favorite fics that i've read this year!! please show a lot of love to all of these wonderful authors <3 (also please heed their rules, esp for nsfw fics!!)

part of my 2023 wrap up!

@koqabear

um like. quite literally everything sol has posted this year. i am being so serious. check out their masterlist right NEOWWWW and read EVERYTHING

@blackhairedjjun

flowers of every color — i could rave about this series for like 10 hours straight, i'm not even kidding. it's sweet with the perfect amount of angst to really draw you in, i fell in love with every character more and more with each chapter <3 now where is my prince!jjunie :(

@tyunkus

amazon wishlist (m) — me when me when me when roommate!tyun offers to fuck me...god, i need this so bad

@jishyucks

gloves & dittany — OHHHHH how i love this fic...one of the best harry potter aus i have ever read, and with yeonjun?? slytherin!yeonjun!!!! ooooo you really got me good, op <3

bittersweet — *cowboy cat meme* DRUNK SOOOOOOOOOB i think this wins the award for being the cutest fic i read in the year of 2023

@beom-pyu

i can't swim, idiot! (m) — i will never not shut up about this fic...just faking married? with beomgyu?? with feelings involved??? yeah. Yeah <3

like the moon — merman!kai you will always be famous to me, one of my all-time favorites by far!!!!!

@toruro

answers (m) — this academic rival!taehyun fic had me screaming crying gnawing on my leg like wtf mika. how could you do this to me. i am dead now.

@hyukalyptus

something nice (m) — i went SOOOO insane over this fic like the dynamics were just. scrumptious. i love yeonkai i love this fic i love hp for writing this yes yes yes

like, never ever? (m) — ohhhh my god. this one really got me good,, dom best friend!beomgyu giving mc her first orgasm?? sign me tf up !!!!!!

@qqtxt

sway with me — i sent this in for their 1k event i just :')))) i love this so so so much!!!! dancing with yeonjun is my dream, so thank you for taking my request op!! <3

@hueareloved / @huenation

my love mine all mine (m) — the most tender and soft and SWEET nsfw fic i have ever read, so in love with this and sleepy lovesick jjunie AGHH brb rereading this

ditto — ohhhh how i love angst. amor's writing style is beautiful and it made this beomgyu fic that much more heart-wrenching <3

@huckleberrykai

laundry basket (m) — no bc this went CRAZYYY with the perv!mc thing, savored every single word of this kai fic tbh

comfy cozy (m) — CUTE AF. i am the biggest proponent of soft smut and berry writes it so well <3 i loveee soft yeonjun more than life itself

@aduh0308 / @banggyu0308

yeehaw (m) — OKAYYY cowboys!taejun fucking destroyed me like. i don't think i ever recovered from this

berry sorbet (m) — i need kai to be my soulmate rn wtf. cute n sweet and i loved it

@boba-beom

airport crush pt.2 (m) — the minute smiles told me she was working on airport crush pt.2 i passed away. nothing could have prepared me for this fic, it destroyed me in the best way...god, i need yeonjun so bad

trapped in your game (m) — i salivated. i quaked. i (s)creamed. best friend!yeonjun, please hmu </3

@napofamoon / @mazeinthemoon

you're the one love (m) — moonie ATE with this fallen angel!yeonjun fic!! i love sacrilege n this was just sooo hot

@tubatwo

workaholic — this made me giggle and kick my feet so hard...i love you cafe boss taehyun, pls marry me

@hyuk4ngel

honeymoon avenue — i. love. angst. and fay is exceptionally talented at writing it!! taehyun better watch out tho >:(

@mapofthemazeinthemirror / @afterbluehours

untitled (m) — this yeonbin x reader fic is SOOOO hot like. i screamed. i cried. i rolled around in a fetal position because it just made me so insane

@nightlyawnzz

duality (m) — OHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYY GODDDDDDD i think this is one of the hottest kai fics i have ever read in my entire life. i don't often see kai as a hard dom in fics so this opened my eyes (can't wait for the final part!!)

@scintillasofbeomgyu

you are in love — one of my jjunie comfort fics!!! sweet n soft and everything to me :')

@petrichor-han

twenty-three suns (m) — rain's writing style hits me straight in the gut, especially with this summer fling au with taehyun :') lovely yet heart-wrenching and AGHH i love this

@ncteez

untitled (m) — UMMM this camboy!yeonjun fic altered the trajectory of my entire life. i fucking die every time i read this, like it has to be laced with crack or something

menace (m) — this was batshit INSANE LIKEEEE gangster!yoongi fucked me up so bad (in the best way)

@yeonboy

never meet your heroes — ONE OF MY FAVS EVER. LIKE. COLLEGE AU WITH SOOBIN???? I AM SO OBSESSED YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND

@ijhyo

how to get the girl — i ate this up SO hard. i just adore both the mc and beomgyu's characters in this, definitely another all-time favorite of mine

@cheolhub

head (m) — SAR YOU WERE INSANE FOR THIS. sub!soobin makes me so feral and this made my brainrot even worse UGHHH

@starbandit

backseat (m) — oh. oh yeah. now this is everything to me, best friend!yeonjun + car sex = a very very happy me

@tonicandjins

learning languages (m) — i don't often read donghyuck fics (or nct fics in general), but this one. oh, this one is beautiful. it made me cry, it made go through so many emotions i just. read this right now, you won't regret it

@heart2beom

cliche — i still vividly remember this first time that i read this, the dialogue is hilarious and it is just sweet n fluffy n AGHH i will forever adore this fic <3

and some more accounts with amazing fics!!!: @majestyjun @hyewka @taegimood @naomiarai @hyuk4sbf @fairyofshampgyu @enha-cafe @moonhoures @wolfytae-exe @dearlyjun @heartchoi @sook9i @tinietaehyun @minastras

a big thank you to all of these writers for sharing your works!! <3

[aluria-sevhex]

HELL FUCKING YESSSSSSSS

hey if you wanna read all of my posts as i play through ISAT, they are all tagged as #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

notes:

-aight i'm back yippee

-title theme my beloved

-i always find it so funny when an enemy tries to freeze Mira

-gonna try this boss again

-ok i think i'll just replay Floor 3 on this loop instead of looping forward after i find out another one of Bonnie's favorite foods so i can build up everybody's stats

-OH. BONNIE OVERHEARD THE DEATH CONVERSATION.

-heh Bonnie slapped Siffrin

-uh... the audio is REALLY ominous...

-oh, Bonnie...

-WAIT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID I JUST LOOP SLIGHTLY BACK IN THE PAST?

-Siffrin you ok i don't think that was helping ur mental health issues your eye is covered in shadow in your dialogue portrait

-i will once again NOT kill Siffrin via anaphylaxis. i will take the fish head

-...i didn't. get info on Bonnie's favorite foods this time.

-ok according to the save screen that didn't count as a loop

-anyway time to try looping to get the Bonnie snack info

-hey... the Tear dialogue isn't as silly anymore (it just says yes or no without the 'looping time' or 'living time')

-hey i didn't skip any loops this time!

-time to kill this pair of assholes again

-"carry my ashes with you" aw that's a sweet dialogue option

-i am so tempted to kill Siffrin. but i won't.

-awwww... i talked to Bonnie and now Sif is comforting them

-ok how the fuck do i get the info. BONNIE PLS.

-hold up. does Siffrin no longer nod when zoning out? :((((

-WAIT FUCK DID I FORGET TO GET THE KEY ON FLOOR 2.

-...Mira's roommate. was learning to make bombs. why???

-lol Isa knows how to make a bomb

-Mira has anti-anxiety meds. this makes a lot of sense tbh

-...what are these papers for???

-so i decided to try using the silver coin since a person said that you can do something with it related to the croissant lore. and it said "you think about the Incident" or smth like that lol

-lol Sif forgot the term 'stuffed animal'

-idk why but it feels like a lot of Craft skills are like. slower. or have bigger cooldowns in Act 3. even tho i KNOW they don't and my brain is fucking with me

-ok the game accounted for the key thing

-in the bathroom again

-Sif is calming themself again and figuring out what to do

-Siffrin, self-loathing and calling yourself stupid won't help :(

-i zoned out at some minor dialogue but i don't remember what the dialogue was the first time so i am fucking clueless about what was going on with a choice i made. sorry Mira idk why i 'saved you' by smacking your mouth ;_;

-i love getting to obliterate weaker Rock enemies with Paper α V

-i have now gotten Sif to level 60

-sometimes it's nice to take a break and talk to Loop

-wait a sec. doesn't one of the lower floors have a sharpening stone?

-ok it's been a while and now i have everybody back to level 52. time to kick the asses of the 3rd floor boss

-ooo Odile got a new skill

-time for the last snack break!

-Bonnie's upset now because i didn't try the fritters D:

-time to face the King again... and hopefully talk to him

-welp. *that* didn't work

-oh nvm now i can ask him questions via the Craft menu!

-you. you can give the King the flower.

-yeah the characters have a point! why Vaugarde specifically?

-the King is NOT responsible but he says Siffrin has an odd smell. huh... the only other things where an odd smell has been noted is Bonnie saying the star crest Sadnesses smell odd... but if Sif had that smell then it would've been noticed sooner...

-dude. how rude to say that if Siffrin doesn't understand Time Craft they can't understand the King's methods. maybe i should read more on Time Craft in one of the libraries? or that one book on craftonomy...

-the "you have heard this before" for zoning out got more and more annoyed

-once again. what does the King need to say?

-hm i was talking to Odile and Bonnie piped in really excitedly that they have more pineapple in their pocket

-GOD FUCKING DAMMIT MIRABELLE I LOVE YOU BUT YOU STOPPED ISA'S CONFESSION ToT

-time to talk to Euphrasie and loop again ig

-hey what's that in her hair?

-"you inhale sharply, almost choking on the smell of burnt sugar around you" BURNT SUGAR BURNT SUGAR THAT'S THE SMELL OF TIME SHENANIGANS AS SEEN WITH THOSE SADNESSES

-SAY SOMETHING ELSE EUPHRASIE

-how do i get the familytale?

-ok i talked to Odile and i'm gonna help her!

-am i gonna have to go all over town for this?

lmao yeah i think i will

-oh hey the wizard-loving kid is named Manon

-oh my god. i have to go back to the boulanger

-FINALLY

-:O THERE IS NO RESEARCH???

-oh THAT'S why Odile is in Vaugarde

-oh... her mom left... all of her travels here have been to try to reconnect with that part of her...

-HEY SIFFRIN I AM ONCE AGAIN ASKING WHERE THE *FUCK* ARE YOU FROM?

-damn. bro has amnesia

-LMAO I ASKED MIRA ABOUT THE PAPERS AND THE BATTLE THEME STARTED

-...bonding proposals???

-oh my god Mira joined a dating website group

-"we have one of those at home"

-"oh, i don't have a type! i like all kinds of people equally!" is this in a bi way or an aro way

-YEAH AROMANTIC REPRESENTATION

-DIVERSITY WIN! THE KICKASS HANDMAIDEN WHO'S IMMUNE TO BEING FROZEN IN TIME AND THE SORT-OF CHOSEN ONE IS ARO!!! I FUCKING CALLED IT YEAHHHHHHHH :D

-oh, Mira :( you're not the problem you don't have to do anything like that you're not comfortable with

-hm this game is dealing with personal identity a lot

-:( :( :( oh, Mira...

-DIVERSITY WIN!!! THE SKETCHY WANDERER STUCK IN A TIME LOOP WITH MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS IS ACE!!!

-MY BLORBOS ARE ACE AND AROACE FUCK YEAH I AM SO HAPPY

-FUCK IT I'M POSTING NOW

SERIOUSLY THO I DON'T THINK I CAN ACCURATELY CONVEY HOW FUCKING HAPPY THIS PART IS MAKING ME. TWO OF MY FAVORITES ARE ACE AND AROACE HELL FUCKING YES

[torialefay]

Ooo new dorm arrangements! It made sense to me imo. Ive been a stay for a weird amount of time: started in 2019 and im on and off every other year. I usually listen to bands like ptv, sws, and bmth, uhhh... kinda the music my emo friends listened to in the early 2010s, so i end up coming and going.

Anyways, i remember watching "finding skz" and the survival show back in 2019/2020, and i think it's mentioned that when they all lived in one dorm, I.N. tends to clean up after them, but i think it was implied it was more like "maknae's chores." If my memory is still intact, I.N. everyones favorite roommate bc he's pretty organized and has good style... and he's the youngest, so they can dote on him but also boss him around lmao. Chan was the one most of them wanted to avoid rooming with purely bc he's not only organized, but he was strict on them and their leader, so he had the right to boss them around. They werent all familiar with each other on a personal level back then, just on a professional level, so it was kinda like rooming with your boss in a way lol. His tendency to go naked around the dorm and dote on them probably also contributed to that reason, but it was still really early in their career so they were reluctant to mention anything too """"scandalous"""" on camera. But yeah, those two together fit, especially now, since they've gotten to know each other a lot better and have chilled out.

Minsung together, obviously. I don't see them as clingy with each other as a lot of people seem to think. They're comfortable, secure, and read each other well. They dont necessarily need each other to live, but it's certainly much, much better together.

Changbin and Hyunjin. An emotionally aware person with a really emotional person. Changbin likes to play up his "crush" on Hyunjin for the camera, but i think he knows everyones boundaries enough to know when to reel it back. They seem to accommodate for each other and are still getting to know each other better, but then again, im not at all caught up on everything and dont know any of them personally lmao

Felix and Seungmin... for some reason, they seem both more emotionally attached yet also more emotionally distant than I see stay mentioning. The company's really pushing the "Felix is not human, he's a fairy" idea for a while now, and from an outsider's view, hes very pretty and im sure hes a very sweet person, but it looks a bit... tiring keeping that up.. and Seungmin is known for his "do what i want" attitude, especially lately with his "aiming for jyp" comments, and whatnot... idk where im going with this.... uhh ... well, i think their place is just them chilling. Just dudes being bros and getting a strong sense of being normal guys without the company rules on their image and being casual with each other. "Its not that deep until it is" vibes where they'll do the dude thing and not talk about their feelings much when they hang out, but every now and then, they'll let it all out, but its pretty rare.

you are kinda my life savor anon, coming through with all the hard-hittinf evidence to solidify my thoughts 🥺😂

i really do think the chan/i.n. dorm will work out great... other than innie having to see chris naked from time to time ig. but also, i feel like chris is kinda more respectful towards in??? idk it's just the vibe i get. and to be fair, i wishhhhh we got to see more of strict chris so bad. like when they talk ab it, i wanna see videos so bad. so if you have any recommendations, pls lmk. it's just so hard for me to picture him being scary 😭😂

oh no i agree 100%. like minho/jisung are just chilling to themselves most of the time, but i feel like they are also the type to be at their dorm and one of them is like "hey we got invited to go do xyz. do you want to go?" "not really..." and then they just smile at each other in unison bc it's easier for both to say no than just one. idk idk i feel like theyre just good for each other

oh yes, i'm firmly on team "changbin knows exactly what he's doing." like i genuinely feel so similar to changbin sometimes bc i am truly the same way, but like you can tell when it's a healthy vs unhealthy amount... and i think hyunjin likes that little bit of attention 😭😭😭 i think they're just good for each other

okay so i know felix is our sweet lil sunshine baby, but i just KNOW behind the scenes, he's way more "dude" than what his image shows. like idk if anyone has proof but i just feel it in my bones that he can be lowkey really crude & that seungmin eats that shit up. like i think seungmin probably finds it really fucking funny. bc we've all seen the clips of felix cursing... a lot. i just know seungmin is influenced by it. like 100%. seungmins "i'll fucking punch you".... yeah, those two belong together <3

editing to add: omg omg the emo and pop punk phase will also never die out for me 😭😭 we are one and the same baby. i finally got to see black veil brides a couple of years ago and it was like all of my teenage fantasies were coming true 😭😭

[asoftspotforangels]

so I was tagged three times lately so I am putting it all in one post XD

from least to most difficult askfhjadkhfjkdlhaf

from @hardboiledteacozy 💝

⟡ rules : answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with!

⟡ fav color : green 💚

⟡ last song : Moment's Silence (Common Tongue) by Hozier

⟡ last movie : Barbie (I haven't seen any movie since last year lol). tv series - 1670

⟡ currently reading : I just finished I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy and started 1F: Fukushima I Nuclear Power Plant Work Log by Tatsuta Kazuto

⟡ currently watching : Dungeon Meshi 🍳

⟡ currently craving : some nice juicy oranges 😔 if anyone has tips on how to choose the best oranges, let me know pls

⟡ coffee or tea : I like coffee only if it's a sweet treat (so with milk and sugar or some sugary syrup); tea, however !! 🥰 a few days ago I opened a blend I got who knows how many years ago and from where or from whom, it's green and white tea, and it's soooo gooood~

from @minnichan 💗

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people. my url is too long for that lol

I have a playlist for songs I currently listen to, let's see if it's enought to complete this game… there's not a huge variety of artists tho ^^"

A - Appaloosa by Lor S - Sinktank by Inabakumori O - Overdose by Natori (hi minni!!!! I saw a cover of it in one of your asks lately!!! :3) F - fanfiction by Lor (yes, that's a lyrics video on their official channel xd) T - Tail by Sunmi (when will she come back to Poland TT__TT) S - Sweet Dream from Alien Stage by C!naH / by BL8M (I have both versions on my playlist, yeah) P - Post Shelter by Inabakumori O - Order of Silence from Genshin (ost from Cyno's demo) T - Trafalgar Square by Lor F - FightSong by Eve O - Overture from Jesus Christ Superstar 1996 R - Ruler Of My Heart from Alien Stage ( ‼ spoilers from Alien Stage here ‼ cw: blood, violence, death, panic attack) A - agaki (亜ガキ) by Ora (sometimes the background music skips between left and right side and I love it) N - Nonsense Bungaku by Eve G - A Gentleman's Fantasy from Honkai Star Rail (amazing boss theme!!) E - Ezra Was Right by Grandbrothers (this one starts quite slowly, if you're impatient you can start at 3:15 xD) L - Lagtrain by Inabakumori S - $hrek 2 by Lor (cw: guys without shirts fighting at school)

Lor is a Polish band that I recommend with my whole heart :3

many Eve's MVs are like short animes, I love them so so much

the whole Alien Stage is quite short, because it's basically made of music videos and there's less than 10 rn (here's a playlist for anyone interested) (but it can be quite triggering sometimes)

fuck gachas and their gambling, but genshin and star rail have amazing music

here's a very fun fact: I started listening to Eve and Inabakumori last year on April 17 and May 4 respectively, so about a year ago!!

from @dangerliesbeforeyou 💖

list 5 topics i can talk on for an hour without preparing any material

this one's difficult!!!! because I can endlessly talk about my fandoms and blorbos........only. I don't feel knowledgeable on anything specific, but I could, however, ramble on about my interests

I'm back to that Stardew Valley Grind™ rn so I could talk a lot about my farm. my first farm. year three, winter, and it's probably the ugliest farm you've ever seen. and. and also. my cyhaino sdv au brainrot. 😳

genshin, especially my ultimate blorbo Alhaitham 🌱 idk, I just like this guy, I saw first leaks and I was like 👉 this guy. this is my dude.

my babeys blue lions from fire emblem 3 houses 😭 I chose them in my first playthrough and I still do NOT care about anyone else (that's an exaggeration, I care about others, but... not as much... 😔) also, Sylvain is there and flirty red guys are my ultimate weakness. I know he can, just, switch to your house if you're playing female Byleth (lol), but I don't want to separate him from his friends 😭 they're all traumatised and need hugs

painting and drawing! lately I fell back in love in traditional art and I picked up acrylic painting, and I'm watching a lot of videos and learning a lot - by my own trial and error too, but it's fun!

various handcraft I learned - embroidery, crocheting, knitting, punch needle, sewing - and stuff I created. I don't do all these all the time, only when I feel like it so.....irregularly lol! but I have lots of ideas and some plans, and unfinished works

tagging: @natowe @one-trash-alek @hardboiledteacozy @dangerliesbeforeyou @minnichan

@vanyafresita @giosele @shuuenka @thebrokenwriter911

tagging everyone for everything, do whichever you want or nothing at all, no pressure ✨

(but I love reading other people's answers :3)

pretty dividers from @cafekitsune (x)

[philistiniphagottini]

Tell. Me. Them. ALL. I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR YOU YAP ABOUT THEM ANYTIME OF DAY OR NIGHT‼️ IF YOU WANT MY THOUGHTS ON CERTAIN CHARACTERS PLS DO ASK I HAVE SO MANY

-💧

First of all, feel free to yap about any character to me. One of the reasons I have Tumblr is so I can interact with people and we can all cry over fictional characters together. So, feel free to share your thoughts on your faves. I insist. Please I beg I am starved for interactions.

And secondly, I will try my best to keep this brief and name a few of my absolute favourites. And I will do my best to avoid spoilers for their respective stories.

First up. Devil May Cry. I think at this point you are probably aware that I love Dante. I love the whacky, wahoo, shooty mcbang bang, funny pizza man. I like his sense of humour and I also love the fact that he's more than just a silly guy. He has depth. You learn his flaws. His traumas. His weaknesses. But he chooses to be kind and help others and I like that about him. First met him in DMC4 and was immediately intrigued by him (sorry Nero XD)

Genshin Impact. There are a ton of characters and I picked my top 3 favourites. Kazuha Kaedehara. Second five star I ever got on my account, first being Klee. I was stupid lucky in getting him and I fell in love with his play style (always on my main team), his character design and his personality. He is just so kind, soft and warm. He has a nice, calm voice and I absolutely adore him. He would make sweet love to me and whisper so softly into my ear I'm going to melt ahhh.

Alhaitham. Good character design. Always in one of my teams that go through the spiral abyss. I don't even have to think about majority of boss mechanics. He will destroy things for me. Even the dendro chicken which has like 60% dendro resistance. He doesn't care. It's health bar will still melt. Love his personality. Yes, he's blunt and doesn't sugar coat words, but as someone (me) who is quite shy and introverted, I admire that he has no problem with speaking his mind, even if it pisses someone off. He is also introverted. Likes to read a good book too. I love me a literate man.

And third is Neuvillette. Constantly works. Barely rests. Basically married to his job. Is a little emotionally stunted. His character quest made me cry like a little bitch because deep down he cares ALOT, he just doesn't know how to show it. Very pretty man with long flowing hair. He is my other main DPS on the second team that goes through the abyss. He uses hydro pump and he makes everything de-spawn :) 10/10 character. There is another big reason I like him but that is spoilers.

Honkai Star Rail. I have Honkie Star Bucks to thank for my recent writing improvement. I have really dug my teeth into the fandom since October last year and it has really inspired me to write. Anyways, fave three. Dan Heng. The reason I tried it in the first place. I saw a pretty man on the screen, asked one of my Tumblr friends about Honkai Star Rail and they highly encouraged me to play. Been playing since. Dan Heng is a pretty man, he's calm, also a little emotionally stunted, but he cares a lot for the Astral Express crew, his new family. And I obviously love characters that are the caring type.

Jing Yuan. Constantly makes this :3 face. Big, strong powerful man. Is lazy. Likes taking afternoon naps. Has a pet lion named Mimi. He is babygirl and no one can convince me otherwise. Been through a lot of shit in his lifetime. Basically lost all his friends and feels regret that he was powerless to do anything about it. I love a character who is kindhearted despite all the shit that could have turned them sour.

And then there's Blade. The one I am completely feral for. Also love me a character that is a bit insane. And he is insane. Great fucking voice, I could listen to him all day. Brooding. Has killed a lot of people. His body is littered with scars and I NEED to get my mitts on him. I main him and IL. He's at E2. He can get fucking nasty with his damage output. Is constantly running on 1HP and gets pissed when my Luocha saves him from the brink of death :) Blade also has been through a lot of shit. He's just a tired man. I will always write him as a softish sort of lover and you can pry that from my cold, dead hands. ((there are many reasons why I write him that way but I'm very prickly about sharing why))

And I think I will wrap it up here. I'm pretty sure by looking at this list, you can guess my type. Don't worry, there's a lot of "problematic" characters I like too but I won't share that info unless asked. Oh and women. I like a lot of women too but I think people tend to forget that cause I usually just post about the men. I swear I love women too but no one seems interested so I leave that stuff for A03. Okay, now that I have probably made everyone in the room uncomfortable, I shall take my leave. Thanks for reading, feel free to ask me more questions :D

And now, some rapid fire characters otherwise this will turn into a five page essay. Katakuri Charlotte from One Piece. Big, mochi man. An absoulte unit, insanely strong, is a family man, has a big heart. Has a big sweet tooth. He loves donuts and he sings a little song when he eats them. He is kawaii desu ne.

Kaito Tenjo from Yugioh Zexal. Favourite out of all the Yugioh characters. Little scary at first. He seems cold at first but when he is with his little brother who he cares for so much, he turns so soft and I love him. Also his deck archtype is Galaxy Eyes. I fucking love dragons and I main Galaxy Eyes irl when I go to tournaments it is fun to use a deck filled with dragons, machines and space wizards.

Vector from Yugioh Zexal. A big piece of shit. Used to be a kind person but he snapped really fucking hard. He is a menace and honestly? Can low key get behind the chaos he causes. Go off.

Shinjiro Aragaki. Recently playing Persona 3 Reload and of course he is my type. The cold, aloof type that is secretly a caring person. Yeah. That's my type. He is that. Also strong. I love characters who are physically strong because as someone who is chubby, I like to imagine these characters can pick me up into a bear hug with literally no problem. (A girl can dream TT^TT)

Every single fucking Uchiha from the Narurto franchise. Without fail, I have had a major obsession with them. Every. Single. One. There's something wrong with me for falling in love with an entire bloodline.

Leon and Raihan from Pokemon. Leon is dumb with big tits and Raihan is a titan that has a strong dragon theme. Sign me up.

[jasper-tarot-reader]

Hello. How are you? If you have free time, could you do a reading for me,pls. F or JL which one will get in contact with me and offter me a partnership to creat a creative project and sigh a contract with me? And how would this affact my life? Initial:ha, she/her. D: your preference.

Good evening (here), HA! I have some bad news for you: I can't see the future. I can do most likely outcomes, but I am a firm believer in the fluidity of the future based on individual actions and choices. As for the deck, I will be using the Star Spinner Tarot for this reading!

As a rule, tarot is NOT meant for questions that start with "when" or "if" - it's built for actionable questions, putting the results in your hands. If you're looking for a yes/no divination method, I recommend checking out pendulum readers. I know several in the Coven of Cards (linked at the bottom of this answer) who may help.

If you're looking for something more definitive, do a follow-up with either F or JL without divination. Companies tend to enjoy it when people seem interested in what they do (although I don't know if either F or JL are companies from the given knowledge).

I will also be using dividers that I made over on @jasper-graphics to help break up this reading for ease of, well, reading!

Question 1: What's the most likely outcome of F contacting HA to begin a creative project and/or sign a contract? Answer 1: XXI The World reversed

In an effort to have everything you want, you have spread yourself too thin and failed to see goals through to completion. You may remain within the confines of your comfort zones to protect yourself from the wider world, stifling your capacity to reach your full potential.

Two words: Crunch time. Creative projects with or overseen by F may have you on definitive deadlines, which tend to be very, very soul-sucking. This can be managed and handled with enough business savvy, like not accepting more work than you're being paid for. Especially not if your boss tries to set it up like you're friends with said boss and "it's what friends do". Don't fall for that sort of scam.

Question 2: What's the most likely outcome of JL contacting HA to begin a creative project and/or sign a contract? Answer 2: 9 of Swords upright

The Nine of Swords calls attention to your deepest fears and your recurring nightmares. Everything feels pointless. Even though you have all but given up, you continue to fret and worry over everything. This might be a sign that there is still some fight left in you, but for the moment there is little to be done. You are overwhelmed with a looming sense of regret. You must find and confront those things that haunt you.

This option isn't any better than the first. At this time, the most likely outcome of working with or for JL is just...endless sucking. Unpaid overtime (or worse, comp time!) may be demanded, you may have to work at home beyond the promised scope, and keeping up with the demands of everything may burn you into the dirt. Like the first option, this can be managed and handled with enough business savvy, like not accepting more work than you're being paid for.

Wow, the tarot really came out and said "neither of these are good options for you" based on what little information I have for your situation. Perhaps you should study up and get a refresher on how to make sure you aren't taken advantage of by your potential bosses or business partners, juuuust in case.

This is one reading where I genuinely hope that I'm wrong, if only for your sake, HA. Just be safe and careful out there. I wish you the best going forward!

Leave feedback as another ask that I can publish publicly and tell me what parts felt right, if anything felt off, stuff like that. Until you do, you will be added to my greylist. Please reblog my reading guidelines and consider joining the Coven of Cards Discord server to get information about more in-depth readings by me and other folks (including the aforementioned pendulum readers).

~Jasper

[berryunho]

yes, the shift went well!! my supervisor was really nice and made sure to check on me before he left for the day :DD i usually don't do graveyard shifts, but the scheduler asked me because he knows im a pushover</3 also sorry for the late reply i work a lot so i had to catch up in genshin LMFAOO

black is a valid favorite color dw friend.. my fave is specifically periwinkle~

btw the whole reason i messaged was to talk abt how much i enjoy the answer.. thank u sm for the masterpiece *gets down on knees and bows*

-fawn bread(?)

I'm glad the shift was well!! pls I'm also such a pushover at work like I am incapable of saying no to my bosses FNSKFNSKDM BUT LOL no worries I usually take way too long to respond to asks 😭🧍‍♀️ but I try to be quick about it hhgjfkdnfdk

periwinkle is a very good color I support its status as your fave 100% :] and ty for letting black be a valid answer I swear 1/2 the time people go all "wah it's not a color" on me like mf... I've taken physics I've taken chem I've taken astronomy I understand that it's not SCIENTIFICALLY a color as in a reflection of light but it's a color we perceive w our eyeballs so it counts im very passionate about this ... !!!

but ehehe thank you very much!! I'm glad you're enjoying it !!! :] did you start reading recently? ehehe I'm always curious to hear about people's favorite updates or scenes so I'd love to hear if you have one !!

[chansmovingcastle]

[kemakoshume]

𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞-𝐦𝐨𝐢 (alpha sukuna x omega afab!reader) — pt. 2 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

warnings; lmao okay let's go down the list — ABO dynamics! she/they enby omega!reader (pronouns used interchangeably, reader is referred to as a girl via pet names— i.e. baby girl, good girl, etc). alpha!sukuna, office/modern times au—no curses, boss x employee dynamic. office sex, oral (f!receiving), one singular clit spank, ass play (not full-on anal), asphyxiation/breath play, orgasm delay/denial, light dom/sub, sex toy/vibrator, overstimulation. i think that's it lmao pls lmk if i need to add anything else!

a/n; "eh, i'll just write a little epilogue" — the epilogue: [10k words] idk what happened either i just blinked and this showed up in my google doc, don't look at me. pt. one; pt. two ♡⁽⁽ଘ( ˊωˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ʚ enjoy! || ~ crossposted on ao3 in case you prefer reading long fics over there ~

“So, in summary, you — Sukuna — were asked to aid the subordinate in an abrupt, unplanned, heat — spurred on not by a prior relationship of any kind, but primarily because you were the only alpha in the vicinity that was awarded the omega’s trust. That resulted in four — no, five — days of intimate exchanges that have culminated in an amorous relationship, of which the two of you require human resource mitigation in regards to work circumstances. Does that sound correct?”

You look over at the alpha by your side, reaching out your hand beneath the heavy oak table to grab hold of his. “Yes, that’s all correct.”

The manager turns her attention towards the man, raising her eyebrows as she reiterates the question. “Sukuna?”

“Yes, Utahime,” he nods, squeezing your hand softly. “You're correct.”

“Okay, good,” the woman says, scribbling her initials across the side margin of the document sitting on the table before her. “Now, last thing. I have to ask… are you confirming that the intimate nature of the relationship will continue? Even if it isn’t, we still need to go over our next steps, but it’ll help me out a ton going forward if we’re all on the same page about this.”

You can feel Sukuna’s eyes fixed on the profile of your face, and when you look over to meet his gaze all you see within his eyes are questions. Does this mean we’re meant to be mated? Do we even like each other outside of the hormones and hedge fund conferences? Is this worth our careers?

Your mouth falls agape, opening and closing with a mumble of words with no meaning. What if you weren’t on the same page? What if it meant more to you than it did to him? What were you, exactly? The questions swirled in your brain, trying to seek refuge in memories of words spoken between moans, and sweet promises made over the sharing of meals. Still, when faced with the question in such a clinical way — even after the long two days of non-heat conversations the two of you had and the years you’d spent knowing him prior to this — the answer was still somewhat hard to find.

“I think it’s fair to say we have some things to figure out,” Sukuna says, his eyes not leaving yours as he takes the reins, “but, the chemistry is there, and to be completely frank, it’s way too strong for me to ever look at her as just an employee ever again. I don’t think I’d have an easy time following any of our employee ‘harassment’ clauses with her around and I definitely don’t think I could go the whole workday having to pretend she’s anything less than my — well, like I said, I think we still have some things to talk about. Still, unless I’ve misread something, I think it’s safe to answer that question with a yes. What do you think?” he asks, passing the question back over to you.

You grin, drinking in his words and all of their implications — along with the passing thoughts of the days worth of merriment you spent shacked up in your home together. You feel your cheeks and neck growing warm, and your mouth going a bit dry. You clear your throat, trying and failing to hide the train of thought your mind has wandered down.

“I think… I agree. We have a few years worth of familiarity and we now have some… experience with each other outside of that, but there’s still plenty to learn. Lots of dates to catch up on, lots of questions to ask, lots of likes and dislikes to be learned.”

“Lots of long nights we’ve missed out on to make up for,” he teases, uncharacteristically quietly for him, though his words are still very audible in the close quarters around Iori’s desk space.

“Ryomen,” she warns, her eyes serious, though the smile on her lips is soft. He apologizes, squeezing your hand gently again as Iori fixes her gaze back onto the paper. You smack his arm softly, though you’re unable to hide the growing smile blooming on your face as you do so.

Iori scribbles down more words and signatures across her paper, quickly typing up something on her computer in tandem with her notes. She clicks a button on the screen and her printer comes to life, popping out a few sheets of white paper covered top to bottom in black ink. She reaches back her arm to grab the sheets from the device, turning them around and placing them in front of both you and Sukuna on your shared side of her desk.

“So, this top sheet is for both of you to sign. It’s just an acknowledgment of the disclosure about your relationship, budding as it may be, and it summarizes the order of events. It also has a confirmation statement from the employee relations department acknowledging their clearance of both of you from any wrongdoings. Please sign that, after you both read it. Your signature on top,” she says, motioning to you, “and your signature on the bottom,” she says, placing a spare pen down on the solid wood of the desk beside the papers.

You both read through the document quickly, nodding towards each other once you’re done. Sukuna signs across the dotted line first — his signature and printed name done in handwriting so pretty that you’re always a bit shocked to see his words written down. He hands the pen to you, holding the top of the paper down flat with his palm to keep it from moving while you scrawl your own signature above his.

With that, Iori takes the top sheet away, quickly shifting the papers so that they’re only sitting on your side of the table. “Now, for this next part, I need to speak directly to you. I’m assuming you’re familiar with our chief operations officer, Mei Mei. Correct?”

You nod, staring at the fair-skinned woman in wait for further explanation.

“Well, funny timing. She has officially extended an offer for you to come on board as her executive officer of operations — slash, head project manager. We haven’t exactly figured out the terminology of the role completely yet. I apologize,” Iori chuckles, twirling a Santos De Cartier rollerball pen between her lithe fingers. “But, anyway, this decision shouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone; truthfully, we’ve been debating on who should fill the position for a while and you were at the top of the list long before this little ‘situation’ came to light. The final pick, being you, was made well over a month ago, but Mei Mei hadn’t been sure when to extend her offer. It would’ve screwed us if we had to let you go too soon. But now, all the associate executive training is done, and — after some internal review —we concluded that nothing unsavory was happening between the two of you prior to this past week. So, all the loose ends are tied.”

You look over at Sukuna, a grin curling the corner of your lips as you take in the smug smile painted on his. “Wait… Mei Mei wants me to come work under her? So… that means—”

“Congratulations on the promotion, and the six-figure raise,” Iori winks, placing her pen down beside her computer’s keyboard. “You’ll have to report to Mei Mei in her office on the flip side of downtown starting on Thursday, should you accept the offer and if the immediate start date works for you. This change in position will remove you from Sukuna’s direct subordination, so you two can continue whatever this is that you have going on, and we don’t have to lose either of you. I think they call this a… win-win?”

You chuckle, though the expression doesn’t stay on your face for very long. “But,” you hesitate, exhaling a slow stream of breath, “I don’t know if I’m ready for this. I mean, I’ve only been here two years, and the company is still so new relative to that, and I’m sure there must be someone else with more experience or know-how than me that would have been a better fit. I just… I gave myself time to mold myself for this role that I’m currently in. I wasn’t really prepared to jump up to third-in-command overnight. I just — it feels sudden. And, won’t people think it’s a bit fishy that I was gone for a week — so was my boss — now we both come back, at the same time, and all of a sudden I’m changing locations and working a new position that makes triple my old salary? I just… I don’t want anyone to question how I got this.”

Sukuna shakes your hand a bit, drawing your attention.

“Bunny, isn’t there a saying about this? Something like… ‘don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?” Sukuna says, his voice teasing. “Listen, I need you to understand that you aren’t being given this opportunity. I had no pull on this decision at all, this all came down to Mei Mei and Nanami’s final deliberation. You fucking earned this! We’ve tripled our profits annually every year since you’ve stepped into your position. You’re quick as hell at the mouth and we’ve doubled our clientele base because of it. I mean, you talk circles around these guys we deal with every day and you make them see things your way. Not only that, but you make them think it was all their idea in the first place. It’s insane, and very… interesting to watch, to say the least.”

Iori clears her throat, a very knowing look on her face as she stares Sukuna down.

He grins, taking the opportunity to kiss the top of your hand. “Sorry, I’ll stop. But, [y/n], the only thing you need to be worried about right now is what color you want the walls painted in your corner office. You were great in your position here — amazing in fact, and everyone knows it. Now, you get to show off your shit at this new job. You’ll be great at it. I wouldn’t have pitched you for it all those weeks ago if I didn’t genuinely think it was true.”

You look into his eyes, the ruby-red sparkle in them calling out to yours. You feel your heart swell as you take him in — all of it in, really. It’s just… so much, so fast.

“Well, to be fair,” Iori quips, bringing you both back down into the moment, “Mei Mei was prepared to wait on an answer anyway, so you don’t have to decide on the offer right this second. It’s a big jump, I can’t fault you for being a little hesitant. However, I do have to explain that — given your position in the company — there’s not much else we can do with your employment here if you don’t want to move up. Unfortunately, you can’t work here and stay on as Ryomen’s direct report, but you’ve climbed the ladder here so quickly there’d be nowhere else for you to go, at least in our location, should you not accept the offer,” she says, her top lip curled down towards her bottom one. “Likewise, Sukuna is our chief information officer. So, to say the least, losing him in that role would also fuck us. But, [y/n]... you are nothing short of brilliant in your role. You’ve made us millions in profit, you’re constantly innovating new things for our customers, and investors, and overall… you’re a superstar. It’d be a huge loss for us if you decided not to stay. But, you’re free to do what you want in your personal life. Neither I nor Sukuna can, nor should we, make that decision for you.”

The alpha nods, squeezing your hand one final time before letting it go. “You heard her angel. The decision’s all yours.”

“Yeah,” you nod back, sitting up straighter in your chair as you reach over to grab a pen from Iori’s desk. “It sure is.”

“Alright, your paintings are officially bubble-wrapped and your coffee mugs are safe inside their padded box. Is that everything?”

“Almost. I still need to clean out my desk drawers, rehome these last three plants — but honestly, I think I can just leave them outside the door and someone will take them, then… I think I’ll be done.”

Nobara hums, loitering beneath the doorway of your nearly empty office. “It looks so weird in here without all your stuff,” she says, looking around the almost empty room. “However, you do realize that the whole point of your boss arranging a moving company for you is that you don’t have to do any of the packing or the moving… right?”

You chuckle, popping open a new moving box and sitting it on top of your office desk. “I know,” you groan, plopping down into the desk chair, “I just… wanted to go through my stuff to see what was a keep and what was a toss, but then I started really going through it all, and getting memories behind a lot of it, and I couldn’t help myself. At least now I know it was all packed with love.”

Nobara rolls her eyes playfully, walking into the room and sitting down on the newly exposed and vacuumed carpet. “I get it. This was basically your second home for the last couple of years. I imagine it’s a little hard to leave.”

“A little,” you scoff, a sad smile crossing your features. “I really am gonna miss this place. The catered food, the second-floor espresso machine, casual dress, ‘bring your fur child to work’ day, bar crawl night, the food delivery discounts, the weekly massages, the office parties…”

Nobara smirks, her eyes trained on you as she watches you dwindle down the list. “Oh please. Mei Mei’s office has everything we do, plus: comped hair appointments, makeup and skincare consultations, financial advisory, and I’ve heard rumors that she gives you a company credit card that rewards cashback and airline miles that she lets you keep. Frankly, I don’t think you’ll miss it here too much once those perks start rolling in.”

You chuckle, drawing your legs up to cross them in your lap, looking fondly at the beta woman. “Fair point. She does love making sure her people are taken care of and on her level. Still, it won’t be the same. The people there won’t be… well, you guys. Can’t replace that.”

Nobara rolls her eyes, rocking back onto her tailbone with her face towards the sky. “God, stop it. You were sappy enough during your going away party yesterday. I can’t handle it again today.”

You tease the beta, imitating her poor attempts at concealing her sniffles when you’re interrupted, the last person to stop by your office on the ‘office goodbye tour’ peeking into the doorway.

“Hey. Am I interrupting?” Maki says, poking her head into the room. You shake your head no, waving her in through the agape door of your office.

“Wow, I came to help out but it looks like you two got all the major packing done,” she says, looking around the barren room. “Well, not to add to the pile but I come bearing gifts. The whole department chipped in and got you one last thing as a ‘final goodbye’ present.”

She pulls out a wide black box from the large pocket in her briefcase, sitting the package down in front of you on your desk.

“Oh, what’s all this?” you say, your voice light as you stand up to open the box, eyeballing the myriad of items tetris'd neatly inside: a miniature Dior perfume, a labelless golden pendant necklace, Clase Azul Reposado Tequila, macarons, and a candle with a custom “good luck finding better co-workers than us” label with all of your associates’ names listed in tiny font.

“Aw, Maki! This is so sweet,” you say, the tears left unshed threatening to spill over in your eyes. “Thank you! God, you didn’t have to. This stuff is expensive! How did you even get all this?”

The older omega chuckles, crossing her arms across her chest. “Ryomen pays us all pretty well, you know. Also, Miwa down in sales has a connection that does VIP gift boxes at a big discount so we didn’t break the bank too much. Besides, you deserve it, and this promotion.”

You round your large desk, pulling the fellow omega into a tight hug. She tries to fight it, but after a few seconds, you feel her sigh in relentment, wrapping her own arms around you in a loose hug. “I should’ve let Itadori come give this to you instead before everyone left. Of course, I end up being the last one here to see you off. Well, and Nobara I guess,” she huffs, absentmindedly tightening the hug. “As the French say, ‘tant pis.’ I guess I’ll accept this on everyone’s behalf. You’re lucky your hugs feel nice and your hair smells like grapefruit.”

“Oh, whatever Maki,” Nobara interrupts, hopping up from her place on the floor to bounce up to you two, wrapping her arms around you both to make the hug a group affair. “You love this. Wouldn’t be rambling so much if you didn’t.”

You can’t see the juniper-haired girl roll her eyes, but you can feel it in the way her shoulders slump. You chuckle, rubbing both of the girls’ backs with the flat palms of your hands. “I’ll miss you both. I literally wouldn’t have made it last week without you so… thank you. I can’t think of the words to say other than that, and that I appreciate you both. I’m glad I met you.”

Nobara groans, her sounds muffled by the fabric of Maki’s sleeve. “Please, why are we acting like you’re moving to Timbuktu? You’re just going to the other side of downtown!” she laughs, lifting her face to look at you directly. “You’re not even moving! Just changing work locations.”

You giggle, leaning back with your arms still wrapped around the other girls’ waists. “You’re right. I won’t be far away, and I promise I won’t be a stranger. We can have our own little bar crawl night once I’m settled in with the new gig! How about that?”

“I’m down,” Nobara says, a smile beaming on her face.

“I’ll show up,” Maki smirks, pulling you back in for one final squeeze.

“You better,” you quip, looking behind Maki’s head to glance at the clock still fixed on your wall. “Oh, guys, you should get going. Traffic’s already bad but if you don’t go now then you’ll get stuck in peak rush hour traffic — aka, hell.”

The two women both turn their heads, looking up at the clock and prickling at the time.

“Shit, we probably should. Are you not coming with us?” Nobara asked, walking back over to where she’d left her purse on the carpeted floor. Maki sauntered over to her, not really doing anything, just hovering around in the beta’s space.

You shake your head no, scrunching your nose in protest. “Nah. You two go ahead. I want to get my desk packed and I have some paperwork to square away, then I’ll go.”

She pouts, jutting out her bottom lip and squinting her amber-colored eyes in contemplation.

“Don’t make that face,” you chuckle, corralling both women towards the door. “I’ve been staying here late for years. Security will still be here for a few more hours and I parked in the keycode garage so… I’ll be fine. Hurry up and go or it’ll take you an hour to get home.”

They both looked at you with dejected expressions on their faces. Maybe because this felt like a goodbye, even though you all knew it was more like a “see you later.” This was really it. The next time either of them saw you in a work setting again would be a conference, or maybe an office party you’d be invited to by proxy of Sukuna — if that continued — or maybe Nobara would invite you herself, or maybe Inumaki would extend the invitation via email with a cute little flyer he’d have made himself on Photoshop. Who knows.

It just felt a little strange to say goodbye, even with the little time you’d spent getting to know them both. But, sometimes friendship feels right like love at first sight. The two women were great humans, and it did hurt a bit to be abandoning the blossoming friendships. Physically, at least.

“Go, go,” you say, shooing them both towards the hallway, waving down at them as they finally pivot on their feet and move towards the elevators — mainly Maki, sort of pulling Nobara along with her hand on the beta’s lower back.

“Text when you’re home, please! And don’t drink too much of that tequila, it’s really strong! And it sneaks up on you!” Nobara yelled once they’d made it, leaving the office hallway in stark quiet once the elevator doors closed in her face.

You turn, sighing to yourself as you move back into your office, closing the door behind you as you make your way back to your desk, plopping back down into your large office chair. You dive into sorting through your things, turning on soft music over the speaker of your phone while you work on filling the last box. Admittedly, there was quite a bit of stuff in your drawers, but only so much of it served an actual purpose. You had typical office things of course: your pens, your stapler, highlighters, etc. But there were also plenty of knickknacks and other personal items you’d collected over the years: a fuzzy headband for nights where you’d stayed in the office late enough that you did your skincare routine, a few room temperature sodas, aforementioned skincare routine set, a metal scalp massager for when you got headaches, Tylenol for when you got headaches, socks for when your feet got cold, a heating pad, loose change, candy, and —

“Oh. I thought I took you home,” you mutter, digging around in the middle drawer of your desk until you unearth a little pink bullet vibrator. To be fair, the nights at the office were long, and the days could be stressful. The week leading up to your heat had you even more on edge than normal, understandably. Lingering thoughts about one tall, tattooed, rosey-haired alpha didn’t help the matter much either.

You smirk to yourself as thoughts stir in your brain featuring the man, heat rising beneath your collar as memories of the week that you’d spent together cross your mind. His scent — a heady mix of honey, pine, and peppercorn — still lingers in the back of your throat. His hands left imprints you can still feel on your hips. Your scent gland still throbs dully from the healed puncture marks carved delicately by his teeth, and your lips still feel numb from the weight of his kisses.

Your hand follows down the line of your jaw, mimicking the motions of his blunt nails tracing the smooth edges of your face. You lower your hand down the front of your shirt, cascading down the slope of your breasts over the peaked buds straining hard from the slightly air-conditioned chill of your office. You pinch them, groping your own chest with hands that are too small to imitate the alpha’s but feel good nonetheless. You lean back in the chair, forcing the top of the seat to recline. You take off your shoes, pulling up your knees and placing your feet flat near the edge of your seat while your hand moves further, trailing down your stomach before you find yourself stopping, lingering the touch above your womb. The absentminded thought of “what if” crosses your mind in a flash before you quickly shake it away, going down further to rest above your sex through the fabric of your bottoms.

Your office is secluded enough that, even if someone else had been present on your floor, no one would have been able to see you with your door closed, and you were always quiet enough that they definitely wouldn’t have been able to hear you if you made a little noise. In the two whole years you’d spent in your position, you’d never worried about anything more than the occasional janitor coming by, knocking lightly against the thick, heavy, wooden door before peeking in to ask if they could clean. An executive or two might have stayed late like you did but you were always aware, so your noises stayed hushed and your door remained closed. This would be your last opportunity to do this in the comfort of your own office. One more orgasm for the road couldn’t hurt.

You keep that in mind when your hand breaches the band of your underwear, sliding down into the wet slick leaking from your slit. The tip of your finger slides against the puffy lips, dipping down into the slippery warmth to rub circles around your swollen clit. You sink deeper into your seat, thinking desperately about the way Sukuna’s hands felt when he did this to you. Sitting you down in his lap, your back against his chest, rubbing lazy little circles against your clit while you watched TV on the couch during a moment of partial lucidity — lapping his tongue against all the nips and bites littering your skin to accelerate the healing simultaneously coaxing you into what must have been your seventh orgasm of that day to distract you from the contraction of your scar-devoid skin.

You lower your hand gripping the vibrator down to meet the other, replacing that hand with the soft vibrations from the toy. The sensation is inherently very different from your fingers, but the increase in pleasure is instantly palpable. The heat that’d built within your chest moved down to shroud your sex, tangling and pulsating within the swollen bud until you feel something akin to what lightning might taste like. Building and building until —

*knock knock knock*

The quick tapping of knuckles against your office door startles you, causing you to jolt upward as your heart rate skyrockets.

“Who is it,” you yell a touch too loud, stopping the vibrations from the toy.

“Housekeeping,” the person says, though you can tell from the coyness laced into the baritone voice that it’s definitely not housekeeping.

You remove your hand from your pants, tossing the toy into the box on your desk before wiping the wet digits on a company t-shirt you had stuffed in your desk drawer. “Come in.”

The alpha opens the door, sliding into the room dressed in casual clothes — very casual for him, actually. The alpha’s wearing a fitted black t-shirt, athletic pants, and sneakers which is a nice contrast to his normal (laid back) business attire, and a wonderful reminder of the sort of clothing he’d worn on the last day of your heat — when the temperature outside dropped thus increasing the need for warm clothes, and cuddles, which the agency preemptively provided.

He looks cute.

“I—” Sukuna starts, though the words get stuck in his throat as he inhales, sniffing the pheromones saturating the air. He looks down at you, his eyes trained on you with that look you’d spent the last week getting used to. “Were you just…”

“Yes,” you admit, too self-aware of the smell — the smell that you normally would have dispelled by turning on your air purifier… the thing that Nobara had so kindly packed for you first as you’d cleared out your things. And you — stupid, horny, post-heat you — didn’t think to crack a window or something.

Your natural scent was more prominent than it normally would have been, since you’d foregone wearing the intensely strong blockers you’d used before. You made the switch to a more neutral brand, like the kind most omegas in your country chose to use. Still, the scent of arousal was not mutually exclusive to your omega scent, so… it could stand out on its own even through blockers. Obviously.

“What were you thinking about that got you horny enough to touch yourself in the workplace, huh?” he asks, sauntering towards you, watching you like a lion stalking prey through the tall elephant grass of the savannah. He grabs the arms of your chair once he reaches you and leans down into your space, his nose mere inches from your own.

“How’d you know I was still here?” you ask, meeting his gaze. “Stalking me?”

He chuckles, running his tongue across his bottom row of teeth. “I asked you a question first bunny.”

“I asked you second Ryo. I got the last word, so you have to answer me first,” you tease, running your sock-covered foot up his torso, pushing up the fabric of his shirt.

The alpha tenses his jaw, turning his head slightly to the right like he might kiss you, but he doesn’t. “I came to get some papers from my office. Asked Aoi why he was still in the security station and he said he was waiting around since you were still up here… and because Yuki isn’t here to switch shifts with him yet.”

You smile, lifting yourself up enough to trap his bottom lip between your teeth, soothing it with a soft kiss. “She’s something else. Gotta love her.”

“Mhm,” he hums, deepening the kiss as he sinks down to balance on his heels. “Answer my question, kitten.”

You giggle, the sound coming out more breathless than you meant for it to. “Well, I was packing some things.”

“Go on,” Sukuna coaxes, lifting the fabric of your shirt to expose the soft flesh of your tummy, kissing and nipping the skin above the band of your bottoms voraciously. He grips the fabric there, sliding down the material —and your underwear, by proxy — until it's pooled on the floor and your legs are exposed to the chilled air of your office. He kisses your skin — all over your hips and lower belly as his eyes look up at you expectantly.

“I, uh, while I was sorting through everything — I found a little toy I’d brought to keep me company on late nights, and I started thinking about some things and I thought… well, no one’s here. Might as well have one last hurrah in my office while it’s still mine.”

His eyes pop open wide, the kissing ceases as the alpha stares at you in unabashed bewilderment. “I’m sorry,” he scoffs, standing up in an instant. He moves his legs to balance one knee on your seat, situated between your legs and forcing them open, while he brings up his free hand to grip your jaw firmly.

You smirk, the little laugh that escapes your lips followed quickly by a groan when his fingers dip down to wrap — less firmly — around your throat. A gentle threat, but not enough for you to lose your ability to speak.

“You mean to tell me… that all those long nights we were working together —just a floor apart — you were in here touching my pussy right under my nose?”

You chuckle, lightly scraping your nails along the span of his muscular forearm to wrap around his wrist. “I don’t remember saying it was yours, and it definitely wasn’t yours then,” you tease, lifting your hips to rut against his thigh placed perfectly between your legs. “I was playing with my pussy, in my office, thinking about how badly I wanted my boss to come down here and fuck me so hard I couldn’t remember my own name.”

Sukuna grins, placing his left palm flat on your lower belly to stop your movements. “Funny you mention that, bunny. See, I remember you screaming for me while I fucked you for five straight days, with two extra thrown in for good measure — even after the heat stopped. You let me, and all of your neighbors, know whose pussy this is — over, and over, and over again for 168 hours. Every time I filled this tight little cunt with my cum and stuffed you full with my knot — you came, and you cried, and you begged me to do it all over again. ‘Til you were so full of my cum that you couldn’t even keep your eyes open, and you couldn’t remember your name ‘til day six.”

He leans down into your space again, so close you can taste the peppermint on his breath from whatever brand of gum he must have chewed before coming into your office. “The heat must’ve made your memory a little hazy, baby” the alpha coos, placing a ghost of a kiss against your lips, “that’s okay. I think you just need a little refresher, huh kitten?”

You nod, twisting your hips side to side beneath the pressure from his hand, groaning when he tightens the pressure on your neck, enjoying the lightweight feeling that envelops your brain for a few moments, his gaze intense as he looks down at your face to gauge your reactions. He kisses your chin and your cheeks as his hand on your throat relaxes, moving it back to cradle your neck. His fingers spread, gliding along the surface of your scalp before he grabs a fistful of your hair there near your nape. He yanks back your head, pulling you into a searing kiss that steals all the breath from your lungs. Then, the alpha's tongue pushes into your mouth, the sound of your kisses loud in the empty room even over the sound of your music.

You revel in the taste of him on your lips, falling into the push and pull of his mouth on yours easily as though you’d never left the comfort of your queen bed. Sukuna groans as he takes in a deep breath, separating his lips from yours to suck the pulsating scent gland on your neck. “How long were you touching yourself before I walked in?” he murmurs, relaxing the hand gripping your hair to cradle your head in his large hand.

You moan, straining the tendon housed between the muscles and bone there to allow him utmost access to your throat. The submission crashes heavily on your senses, and the fervent swirling of “want” brewing beneath your skin comes bubbling up to the surface. “Too long,” you whine, your chest rising and falling rapidly as the pressing need for him grows, “please, alpha.”

The alpha's scent flares — that signature mix of woodiness and sweetness you craved so deeply flooding into your nose and dulling your senses. The music is silent, the ambient light from your last remaining lamp dims, and the only scent in the office belongs to the man above you.

“Alpha?” he mimics, moving the hand on your belly down, slipping his fingers into the dripping wet heat of your cunt. “What happened to Ryo angel? Losing yourself already and I haven’t even given you my cock yet.”

A moan spills from your lips — a loud desperate sound as he curls the digits, pushing against the spongy patch of nerves along the top of your walls. He's kissing you wherever he can reach: your jaw, your ears, your collarbones… anywhere. The alpha's mouth explores further down while his fingers work, eventually stopping when he’s situated above your breast. His teeth graze over your nipples still covered by the pesky layer of your clothing, biting the little nub before placing a soothing kiss there in vain. He reclaims the hand that’d held your head up, letting your upper body relax against the leather of the chair so he can remove your shirt — making quick work of untying the little decorative ribbon in the middle and unbuttoning the snaps, exposing you fully. “So pretty baby,” Sukuna coos, leaning down to suck the bud into his mouth, moving his thumb against your clit in maddening circles.

“Please,” you sigh, a sharp intake of breath quickly following when he adds slight pressure from his teeth. “Please, ‘was already close. Just… more. A little more.”

He hums against your breast, sending vibrations down into your chest, resonating in your heart. “Say it, and I’ll let you cum.”

“Say — oh — what?”

Sukuna looks up at you, his fiery red eyes alight with mischief. “Tell me who’s pussy this is, and I’ll let you cum.”

You scoff, looking down at him through squinted eyes as the spirit of mischief makes its way into you. “Keep dreaming,” you tease, tilting your head back to break eye contact, not allowing the incoming flood of endorphins tip-toeing around your brain to make you break. “You only heard me say that because you caught me in a heat. Now — fuck — I’m lucid, Ryo. You have to earn it.”

His muscles stiffen, the motions of his fingers against your clit coming to a halt. He pulls out the digits and unlatches his mouth from your breast, sucking your essence off of his fingers as he moves, sauntering over to the couch teaming with pillows you’d gotten to accent its forest green color.

The man grabs four pillows and a blanket from the small pile of (decorative) bedding, walking back towards your desk on the side opposite of where you’re sitting, touching yourself again to replace the alpha’s larger, more flexible, fingers.

“Whatcha doin’?” you ask, your voice still heavy with arousal as you watch the alpha move around the room.

He drops two of the pillows onto the surface of your desk, sliding one of them close to the edge of the table, while the thick blanket is spread onto the floor in front of your couch, and the other pillows are scattered around the area. He ignores you — the only indication he’s even listening to you, and what your hands are doing, is the sharp spike in that honey undertone in his scent that alludes to his growing arousal. That and the outline of his cock jumping a bit under the loose fabric of his Nike running pants.

The alpha walks over to you again, his eyes trained on you like a lion once more as he stops in front of you. He leans down, smacking your hands away from your sex as he slides his arm around the center of your back, hoisting you up and out of your chair with that arm while the other comes up to support you by holding your ass. He gives it a squeeze, followed instantly by a loud smack.

“I’m earning it.” The man carries you to the other side of the desk with ease, laying you back on the wooden surface with one pillow beneath your head, and the other slid underneath your tailbone.

He kneels, his face level with your cunt nosing the soft patch of hair above your sex before moving his mouth further down, kissing the puffy lips of your cunt before he dips in his tongue, sucking and licking the swollen bud with a fervor you assumed was isolated in those last few hours he’d been in his rut. Part of your brain thanks the gods you were wrong.

“More, Ryo,” you cry, the sensations shooting up your spine like little shocks, tingling along the nerves branching off from the bones. Your orgasm comes up to the surface again so quickly, right on the edge of your tongue when the alpha pulls away, landing a firm swat against your pussy when you whine. “What the fuck!” you groan, your mouth falling slack in confusion.

He chuckles, moving his head to kiss your inner thighs. “Be patient. I’m proving a point.”

“You’re such a dick,” you snicker, lacing your hand through his hair to tug harshly on the pink locks, drawing his attention back up to your eyes. “Make me cum, and maybe I’ll let you fuck me.”

Sukuna didn’t respond to that verbally, but the glint in his eye made your flushed skin shiver.

Your head knocks back down towards the desk when he places his tongue back onto your clit — flicking the tip just how you like until that same burning heat is back, licking at the core of your stomach from within. He inserts his fingers, adding more stimulation that turns the flame into a fever pitch of pleasure that nearly drives you over the edge. But, it doesn’t, because he pulls away again. “Sukuna,” you whine, aching for release.

Your skin burns — the surface warm and wet with sweat while crackles of electricity run haywire underneath. You feel him laughing against your skin where he’s kissing you, notably not where you need him to be, and you feel something within you snap.

“Fine,” you challenge, sitting up enough to stretch your arm upwards, feeling around inside the moving box not far from your head. You find what you’re looking for instantly since it was right on top where you’d left it. “It’s the 21st-century love, I can do it myself.”

You click the vibrator’s “on” button making the skinny, finger-length, textured bullet hum to life. The alpha's eyes grow wide as you trail the device down your stomach, getting it all the way down to the top of your slit before the alpha catches your wrist, a low growl rumbling from the depth of his chest.

“Oh, it’s like that?” he says, raising his eyebrow.

“Yeah, it’s like that,” you say, breathless and impossibly turned on.

His eyes grow darker — the characteristic persian red looking more like the finest Chateau Margaux red wine. The vibrator is swiftly plucked from your hand, though the man doesn’t turn it off or put it away like you thought he might. No, instead, he runs the toy down the valley of your folds, not stopping his descent until the toy is pressed against the slick-slippery hole below your cunt. “Say yes or no,” he coaxes, his voice frighteningly deadpan.

“Jesus,” you jump, your hips bucking against his forearm that’s placed against your lower belly as the vibrations flow through you. “I — I haven’t done it t-that way since —”

“I know baby,” he coos, not pushing the toy any further but not pulling it back at all either. “That was in the heat of, well… your heat. Say no and I’ll stop.” The vibrations from the soft touch echo into your pussy, just barely kissing the tips of the nerves that go up to the button that craves the alpha's touch.

You nod, a firm, “yes,” escaping your lips before your mind has time to process it. A smirk crosses his face then as he moves, running soothing circles with his fingers on your hips as the the toy pushes forward — breaching the puckered hole easily before stopping at the slightly flared base.

“Good girl,” Sukuna coos, untying the little band of fabric keeping his pants snug on his waist as he lowers his face again, this time not teasing at all with the precision of his tongue on your clit. He slips his fingers back into your walls, massaging the inside in tandem with the vibration pattern of the toy in your ass. The toy’s placement inside you — only separated from your cunt by a thin layer of muscle — sparks gleam behind the lids of your eyes.

Your mind goes blank — only Sukuna and the tangled mess of your scents bleeding into the symphony of pure bliss resounding in your brain. “Ryo,” you cry, gripping the back of his hair with your hand, keeping him fixed in place with his tongue flicking with fervor against your clit. He hums, sucking the bud into his mouth while his tongue keeps the same motion. He adds suction, physically coaxing the pleasure from your core. “God. I — I… please don’t, again,” you cry, your words a jumbled mess as the heat turns to open flame beneath the tight knot settled in your belly, growing larger and taller until it’s burning the rope, puffing up angrily as the band melts away, singed and weak as the coil snaps and a wave of relief pours over you like summer rain — warm and wet with remnants of the fire.

You cross your feet at the ankles, keeping them firm around the man's back as your orgasm washes over your body, radiating from the crown of your head down to your toes. The vibration of the toy is still going, and his fingers are still plunging inside of you, even as the waves settle down and the lightness in your head starts to feel grounded again.

“Too much,” you whisper, your eyes rolling towards the back of your head when Sukuna puts his mouth back on you, sucking — albeit more gently — at the throbbing, overstimulated, bud.

The alpha hums, using his thumb to turn off the vibrator as he stills his hand, though his mouth stays in place for a few more seconds, sucking your clit slowly to keep it engorged and sensitive before he moves, taking off his shirt to expose his toned abs. “Keeping your promise?” he asks, licking your essence from his lips.

You smile, grabbing your knees to spread your legs apart, exposing yourself fully for the alpha. “Take me however you want me. You earned that,” you say, a coy smile on your lips as he scoffs, understanding the implication in your words.

“Okay,” he says, jutting out his chin a bit as he nods his head, standing up straight and grabbing your shins, “we’ll see how long that little attitude lasts.” You look down, pleased to see his cock out and standing at attention as he grabs it, fisting the length and giving it a few tugs before pushing himself up against your entrance. He removes the toy and tosses it back to land on the blanket — then, he’s in you, filling you up and forcing the air out of your lungs.

“Fuck, Sukuna. So — god, you’re big,” you groan, your pussy squeezing around him as you adjust to the length. It had only been a few days since the last time you’d had the older man inside of you. You weren’t as tightly wound as your body could be, but he was an alpha — a very well-endowed alpha. The only reason he hadn’t been so hard to take during your heat, your first time, was because — well, your body was ready for it on a biological level. Your omega body was made to fit and accommodate whatever size your alpha presented with. Still, he was blessed in the width department more than the length (though that was perfect as well) so it took a moment to relax enough for him, even as turned on as you were and no matter how many times you’d done this before during your week together.

Calloused hands rub up and down the back of your thighs soothingly, kissing your legs in the spots he could reach while you panted, placing your hand on his lower abdomen to prevent him from moving (even though he wasn’t making any move to do so yet). “If you can’t take it this way we can move, bunny. Don’t force it.”

You look up into his eyes, still deep and dark but with a soft edge to them that looks so childish on his otherwise sharp features. You try to relax more, shimming your hips this way and that to see if any slight movements can make the position more manageable, but it doesn’t. “Fuck,” you huff, wiping your hands down your face, “I think I need to move.”

Sukuna chuckles, sliding his hands under your back to scoop you up into his strong arms, the tip of his length still inside of you as he carries you over to the blanket in front of your couch. “On top or from the back?” he asks, gently wiping his hand through the sweat-damp hair sticking to your face.

“Back,” you grin, kissing him as the alpha lowers your bodies down to the floor. He sits you down, pulling you into a searing kiss as he lowers himself down to his knees. One of the pillows he’d taken earlier is handed to you as you scoot backward towards the couch — not stopping until your back hits the upholstery. Your hands find the sides of his face, holding him close to keep him kissing you as you turn around to bend over the cushioned edge of the furniture. He adjusts with your body, turning his head to the side to keep your lips connected as he slides up behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other rests on the couch in front of you — level with your breasts. He pinches your erect nipples as you wiggle the pillow beneath your knees, giving you more leverage against the alpha’s tall height, and keeping the poor bones there from getting sore too quickly.

“I want you,” you purr, slowly fucking yourself back on the tip of his cock as the stretch transitions to pleasure, and the slight sting from his length holding you open blossoms into warmth. “Please Ryo.”

Sukuna pouts, sliding his cock into you slowly until his hips are flush against your ass. “Ryo… Ryo… Ryo,” he tsks, tilting your chin up so he can look at your eyes, “am I making you feel good bunny?” he asks, his voice sounding too firm for the words to be a question. "Good enough for you to be a good little omega and submit for me?"

You nod your head yes — the weight from the edging and the burn left wilting on your skin in the race towards another release making your resolve wain. All thoughts of stubbornness level your brain as you crane your neck more, coaxing the alpha — your alpha — back in with a kiss. He moves his hand away from your breast to grip your jaw — sliding his hand down to your throat again which stops your movements. Red eyes bore into yours, asking for your permission and accepting your consent when you nod, grabbing the alpha's wrist gently as he increases the firmness of his hold on your neck. He kisses you then, letting pressure go then applying it again on your throat as he starts to move against you, fucking into you torturously slowly as the blood flow is tampered with in your brain.

“More,” you moan, using a lull in pressure to sigh out the word, pushing your own hips back to fuck yourself harder on his cock. “I can take more, alpha.”

He groans into your ear, readjusting your bodies just enough for his leverage to change, and he lets go. His hips snap against your ass, fucking his cock into you so deep and hard that tears form on your waterline from the sudden increase in stimulation. His length rubs every inch of your insides — the alpha towering over you fucking into you with a precision that shouldn’t be possible with so much girth inside your slick walls. The angle of his hips is perfectly fixed towards the sensitive spot within you and the lack of oxygen just adds to the stimulation. You nearly pass out when he moves his hand down between your body and the couch, placing his digits there to toy with your clit.

“So fucking wet and tight baby,” Sukuna moans, a low groan that sounds more like a growl in his throat coming out as he uses his knee to push yours out, opening you up a little more for him, “Fuck, your pussy’s so perfect. Tight and hot and so—so fucking wet angel. Just for me.” His hand relaxes enough to give you air again, and the blood rushing back to your head triggers the same sensation in your cunt.

“A—Alpha,” you sputter, your eyes shut tight as you freefall into the pool of pleasure Sukuna has built for you. The edging made your clit so sensitive; more sensitive and responsive than you’d ever felt before your heat — before you’d first let Sukuna have his way with your body, and you, his. “Feels so good. God, you fuck me so good. No one else w—will ever have me like this. Just you, alpha. Ryo.”

A low sound — unmistakably a growl — rumbles in his chest and the speed of his hips increases. The alpha fucks you like he wants to imprint himself into your cunt forever, to mold you around him so no other man would ever have a chance of feeling you the way he does. He lowers his head to the scent gland nestled at the base of your neck — a harmless little spot that meant nothing in regards to mating but served as a landmine for scenting — and he bites, drinking down the strong scent of peaches and white wine that radiates from it.

“Oh!” you cry, the orgasm sneaking up on you with a punch that knocks the air from your lungs again, even more than Sukuna’s hand had been capable of around your throat, and the tears fall — hot and wet as the two trails travel down your cheeks. “It’s yours! Fuck, it’s yours. I’m yours.”

Sukuna groans against your neck as your walls cinch tight around his cock, milking it for all he’s worth as his orgasm washes over him as well. You feel his cock twitch harshly inside of you, fucking you full of his cum that mingles with the flood of slick dripping from your cunt. “Fuck, bunny,” he moans, rubbing his hand along your jawline as his kisses pepper your skin. “You’re amazing. So smart, and kind, and beautiful. Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He kisses your hair, wrapping his body around you — essentially hugging you from behind — as his high descends down towards the baseline again, and you get pulled down to the blanket with him — both of you cuddled up on your sides.

You let him stay inside of you as you lay together, catching your breath and kissing as his cock weakly spurts the last of his seed in you. Eventually, you find yourself glancing at the clock on the wall, lazily tracing little figure-eights on Sukuna’s arm as you count the arms to read the time. “Hey,” you whisper, looking over your shoulder at Sukuna. The alpha’s eyes are shut, though you can tell he’s still awake. His cock is half-hard inside of you, twitching as if the length could be enticed into another round.

“Yes?” he says, smirking as he curls up closer to you, kissing you deeply.

You find yourself smiling against his lips as he pushes your hair out of your face, dotting your cheeks and your nose and your eyes with little pecks as well. “Sukuna, we gotta go.”

His eyebrows furrow, looking down at you like you’d grown a second set of eyes. “Rushing out on me already baby?" he teases, pouting his lip dramatically like you'd truly hurt the alpha's feelings. "Damn. Here I was thinking we’d go have a nice dinner, maybe even get a dessert, but you’re already doing the morning after dash... while we’re still on the night of! You wound me,” he says, putting his hand over his heart as if it will alleviate the pain, scrunching his face like you’d kicked a puppy in his presence.

You roll your eyes, kissing him again through your little laughs. “No, dumbass. It’s already after 9:00. Yuki, or Todo — depending on how their shift switch went — will be doing rounds in a bit. I’d rather not have them see my tits or their boss’s dick. I think they’d have a hard time respecting either of us after that.”

He chuckles, removing himself from your body to sit up on the blanket, extending his hand to pull you up with him. “Oh, that. You’re right, maybe we should head out of here. What about your stuff?” he asks, motioning towards your desk.

You giggle, getting up with a wobble in your step as you approach the desk, removing each drawer and dumping the remaining contents into the moving box you’d left on the already cleared surface, putting a haphazard layer of tape over the top. “There, done,” you grin, sliding your discarded clothing back on as you move around the room. “All my other stuff is in the conference room for the movers to grab in the morning and I’m sure they have their own stuff to move the couch. I’m all set.”

The alpha nods, siding on his own clothes and grabbing one more box — the last, actually — from the floor by the door, using it to quickly pack all of your couch accessories for you as you hop on top of your desk.

He approaches you, slotting himself between your dangling legs, kissing you once more — softer, slower — before Sukuna pulls away, grabbing your hands in his own and bringing them up to his chest. “One chapter closed. On to the next one, huh?” he says, glancing sideways to motion at the room.

You know he means more than just the room — it’s the job. It’s your entire life under him in your career coming to an end, but you’re on to bigger and better, hopefully equally as fulfilling, things. With new friendships, and a new role for Ryomen in your life all leading you into the next portion of your adulthood.

“You know something I’d love to write into this next chapter for myself?” you say, wrapping your arms around the alpha’s shoulder, scenting him as you rest your chin against his chest.

He looks down at you with those soft persian colored eyes, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close. “What’s that?”

“I’d love to go to dinner, if you were being serious. Just us two — getting to know each other better, “learning each other” as you put it, sounds like fun. I —”

“Think this could be something good?” he says, flashing his pretty white teeth at you as you smile, nodding your head in agreement before pulling him down to kiss him again, this time with more heat.

You feel his cock harden to fullness against your inner thigh, and a small moan escapes your lips as you lower your hand to palm the length. The noise of the elevator dinging draws you both out of your little bubble, making both of you turn towards the door, then each other with a look of humored panic on your faces.

“How about we decide on that restaurant in the car?” he suggests, loosening his grip on your hips.

You hum, grabbing his waistband and pulling his crotch against yours before the alpha can move away from you. “Maybe we stop by your place first and finish this, then we go to dinner?” you tease, your voice and scent dripping with arousal again at the sight of his cock.

The elevator dings again, this time emitting a longer chime that means it’s stopped on your floor. He grins, kissing you deeply before lifting you off of the desk, grabbing the moving boxes for you, and sliding them into the conference room housing your other things just outside the door.

“Ready when you are bunny,” he says, grabbing your hand as you walk out of the office together, your gift box and your bag the only things you’re carrying.

You linger in the doorway for a moment, looking over the interior before you turn to Sukuna, a sad smile on your lips. You sigh, sitting down your bag and dropping his hand to open the gift box, taking out the tequila bottle and accompanying shot glasses to pour a shot for both of you.

Sukuna takes a glass from you, helping you balance the large alcohol bottle by holding up the bottom end as you top off the drinks.

“Okay,” you sigh, thinking over your words for a moment before deciding. “To new beginnings, and the start of something great,” you grin, tapping your glass against the alpha’s when he agrees, knocking back the smooth shot of liquor with ease.

“To new beginnings, and earning your love.”

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Eyes

Mob! Dark! Druig X Reader

Summary: After a messy one night stand, a familiar face pops up again in your life.

A/N: So druig yh? 😏 i see yall. This my frist time writing for this mf so i hope you guys like it! Also this one shot has no spoilers or wtvr to the movie. So pls enjoy.

ONE / TWO /

ALSO PLS THIS HAS VIOLENCE SO IF UR SENSITIVE TO THAT PLS DONT READ.

Masterlist <3

Fun. A very diverse word. You loved to have fun, even if it was something out of your comfort zone you will still try to push yourself, even if it was little.

Yet this.

This was different.

You sat on the bed naked and confused looking the man next to you, too many things was rushing in your mind. Did you use a condom? who is this man? where are you? this why your stupid ass don't get drunk. Even though you could sit here for days and look at the fine man sleeping next to you, you felt something off and you didn't want to risk it. You put all your clothes back on and took your belongings. Or so you thought.

You quickly dashed out of the fancy looking apartment and got an uber straight home. Not giving a second look back of where you are, or who it was calling after you.

The ride back home, was worse the thoughts danced in your head. What if I'm pregnant? you face palmed. At least ill have a good looking baby. You couldn't remember much from last night but he stuck with you. His eyes. Lips. The way he spoke. Damn.

You got out the cab and went in your place, dropping everything in your room and going straight to shower.

A couple of weeks later..

You and your bsf sat on the bench eating your lunch.

"You sureeee you pregnant?" you gave her a dead look.

"I can always throw you down the stairs" you playfully slapped her on her shoulder.

"Yes I'm definitely sure I'm not pregnant. I'm just a moody bitch. Plus this lunch needs an extra hour. I'm not ready to go back to work and see our boss ugly face." Your bsf laughed.

"That I can agree with you." your bsf smile dropped and kept looking at you then behind you. You looked at her confused and looked back.

oh its him. you looked back calmly then realised. OH SHIT ITS HIM. You looked back with wide eyes He smirked at you and start walking towards your direction. You put your food away and stood up.

"Nice to see you again" his voice was smooth.

"Yeah it is, sorry for leaving you in the morning i had a few things to deal with."

"Yeah you should be sorry." Huh? his comment took you by surprise.

"Now lets go sweetheart we got a doctors appointment." He took hold of your arm and start to drag you along to his car. You tried to pull your hand away but he was too strong.

"Hey let me go, what the fuck." But by that time you he had already pushed you into the back car seat. You looked back at your bsf seeing her being towered by a couple of bodyguards.

"Don't worry your littler friend will be fine." You started banging on the windows and trying to open the door.

"whatever you are doing. It wont do shit." He took hold of your hand and face and made you look at him.

"Stop fucking messing about and be a good girl. We have an appointment to get to." You tried to moved.

"Who the fuck are you? You don't own me or some shit. You barely know who the fuck i am? You don't throw a random stranger in your car." You shouted back.

Next thing you know your facing down with a burning cheek.

"Don't raise your fucking voice at me." Tears started to form and you sat back up and moved yourself close to the car door not wanting to be near him and just faced the window.

His gaze stuck on you for a while, the smirk on his face giving you shivers.

The car ride was quiet to the hospital. You two didn't say anything till you met the doctor.

They was telling you who they was going to prepare you for the scan and accidently called you by a familiar surname. It wasn't yours. But his.

Where have I heard that surname from.

During the scan you kept looking down. Trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

"Seems like you two are having a baby!" Your head shot up and looked the scan. Still confused at how this doctor can see a baby. And looked back at Druig. His face was stoic. Nice.

The doctor left you both alone in the room.

"I'm not keeping it. We barely know each other. Its a night stand. Just forget about me" Druig started laughing.

"Imagine." You looked at him.

"Your cute but your also stupid. You left your ID back at mine, so I used to that to my advantage."

"That slap also didn't teach you very much. This isn't a yes or no situation babe. From now on you are under me, as the mother of my child you are going to stick by me. If you are a good girl then I might be easy on you. But from what its looking like right now... I don't think so babe." He dropped the scans on your lap

He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Its going to be fun knowing you y/n." He opened the door.

"and don't be an idiot trying to escape I have eyes everywhere."

He winked at you and left.

You looked back down at the scans.

Shit.

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A/N: CAN YOU BELIEVE I HAD TO EDIT THIS THREE TIMES CAUSE IT WOULDNT SAVE FFS YK.

Anyways if you guys liked this! please comment on what you would like to see me write next i’ll be making more. Not just for Druig but for other characters

like don’t get me wrong Ikaris sexy but when i saw Druig..

[rainiishowers]

HII I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO A GENSHIN CROSSOVER?

Like you can do any of these ideas or both if you're interested :

Do the reactions of the brothers +barbatos if you want to a MC who's an archon (doesn't have to match in game personalities) who can control wind, earth, electricity or whatever power you'd like and pls don't make it angst anything but that, just suprised brothers

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Do the reactions of the brothers with Jean and Barbara if they were in devildom and Jean is very protective of barbara and they still have their powers, weapons and outfits and they slowly warm up to them

Genre is comfort

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Thank you for reading and I'll be patient for your reply

How Did We Get Here? | Obey Me x Genshin Impact |

A/N: Both of these ideas are amazing, I do want to write both and most likely will but I will write the second one first.

Summary: Jean and Barbara, Acting Grand Master and Deaconess of Mondstadt, find themselves in a strange hellish place surrounded by strange yet threatening beings..

Genre: Comfort (I tried)

Warnings: This is kind of long and a lot of it feels like “filler” although I tried to shorten it down to make it more consumable, also timeskips.. so many timeskips.

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One moment Jean was working on paperwork, the next she was thrusted into a sort of courtroom place. She fell hard on her butt and her head hurt like crazy, probably thanks to her overworking.

“Sister!”

She heard a familiar voice and looks up to see her sister, Barbara, looking at her with a worried expression. “I’m alright” She looks around and saw a bunch of men in front of them, all staring at them while staying silent. She quickly rose to her feet and hid Barbara behind her.

“Who are you all?!” She questions in a stern voice while glaring at who she assumed was the leader or boss of some sort, a red head with golden eyes.

“I would advise against that tone.” The dual haired man behind the red head glares.

“It’s alright, Barbatos” The red heard assures.

Wait Barbatos?

Jean’s body seem to of tensed up and relaxed at the same time, causing an uncomfortable twist in her body.

“I’m Diavolo, I’m the ruler here in the Devildom and president of RAD.” He stood up, walking down to with the green haired fellow, who claimed to be Barbatos, following him to greet the two sisters. Barbara seem to hold onto Jean a little more tightly as he came down.

“Who might you be?” He asks.

Jean looks up at him, a bit surprised by just his height. “I’m Jean. Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favionus.” She replies. “I’m Barbara, Deaconess of the Church of Mondstadt” The smaller replies after.

“Ain’t ya a bit young to be a deaconess?” A white haired fellow replies from his seat, but he was quick to shut up when another figure slaps the back of his head.

Jean sighs. “It’s nice to meet you, Diavolo however we both have quite important jobs to do and I want to get back to Mondstadt as soon as possible” Jean says. “Yes, I understand that” The tall figures eyebrows furrow, giving the formally dressed man a glance, to which he gave a bow and walks out. “Barbatos will look into that and we will try to get you back to Mondstadt”

Jean still found it.. weird and creepy, that there was someone named Barbatos here, when he was their god. “Thank you.” She simply says. “What, and where, is this place?” Jean asks. “Ah yes! I should tell you more about this place” Diavolo crosses his arms.

“This is the Devildom, which is just a fancy term for hell” He starts, Barbara seem rather shocked by that. “As I have mentioned, I’m well, the future ruler of the Devildom” He hums. A black haired male makes his way beside Diavolo. “This is Lucifer! Avatar of pride and my best friend” Jean noticed that he seemed rather upset at being called a “best friend”, she wondered what was wrong.

“I think you should introduce your brothers”

“Right, yes” Lucifer sighs, glancing at the seats behind him, gesturing to the same white haired male that made the deaconess comment.

“That is Mammon, the second eldest and avatar of greed” He says, Jean noticed that he looked rather mopey but bored. He then gestures to another figure with purple hair covering his eyes, he was playing on a mini console of some sort.

“That is Leviathan, third eldest and avatar of envy, however you can just call him Levi” He looked up for a slight second and he and Barbara made eye contact, however he quickly became red and slumped down even more while hiding his face. Strange...

Barbara’s attention on Levi was pulled away when Lucifer continued the introduction. “Next, this is Satan, fourth eldest and avatar of wrath” Both the sisters got an uneasy feeling from his smiling face, perhaps it’d be best to stay away from him..

“Ooo! Me next!” Lucifer sighs as the next guy came up to them. “I’m Asmodeus! Avatar of lust and fifth eldest, nice to meet you~” He hums, a smile on his face. “Asmo, stop making them uncomfortable” Satan chastised from his seat. “I’m not! Don’t worry TanTan” Contrary to what Asmo believed, Jean held onto Barbara more, seeming more cautious around him.

Lucifer pushed Asmo back to his seat, and after him being hissy and complaining, he sat back down with a hmph.

“And finally” Lucifer continues. “The twins, fifth and sixth eldest Beelzebub and Belpehegor, avatar of gluttony and sloth” He gestures to one rather muscular tall fellow and one well, short fellow, one was eating and one was laying against him, looking rather bored and looking like he was about to doze off. “You can call them Beel and Belphie for simplicity” The finishes.

Jean slowly nods. “Okay..” She clears her throat. “It’s nice to meet you all” She gave a smile, a hesitant one but a smile nonetheless. “Likewise.” Lucifer looks at Diavolo who just nods, the eldest walks back to his seat while Diavolo took over.

“While you wait to return home, you two can stay in the House of Lamentation” The prince says. “It’s rather.. unsafe here in the Devildom for humans like you, so Mammon and Satan will be your guides for now” Jean shakes her head.

“No, it’s quite alright, I can protect the both of us.”

Barbara frowns, once again, Jean wasn’t accepting help, but that was mostly likely necessary.

“Oh? Can you?” Diavolo raises an eyebrow. “Well it’s more complicated than protecting yourself, I’m afraid” Barbara put a hand on her heart as she looked at Jean.

“I think we should accept their help.. This is a strange place after all-“

Jean was hesitant to accept the help but Satan’s eyes widened as he stood up. “Wait, are those what I think they are?” Lucifer glares at him. “What in the three realms are you on about now?” He asks. Satan walks over to them, Barbara noticed that he was looking at her vision.

“Ah.. This?” Barbara looks down at her hydro vision. “Please don’t touch it, it’s rather important-“ She warns. “Can it break?” Satan asks. “W-Well I’m not sure, I haven’t ever tried to destroy it..” Barbara murmurs. Jean gave him a light glare.

“Satan, that’s enough.” Lucifer speaks in a harsh tone.

Satan rolls his eyes before going back to his seat, Jean saw him quietly mocking the eldest, did he have no respect for him? It didn’t appear that way. The acting grand master looks up at Diavolo.

“Alright, I suppose this shouldn’t be too bad..” Jean murmurs, nodding.

“Great!” Diavolo looks at the brothers. “Student council meeting is dismissed, do try to help these two get comfortable for the time they are here”

The brothers got up and Lucifer told Jean and Barbara to follow them, to which they did. The young deaconess kept close to her sister as she heard whispers from all sorts of people.

“Lucifer!”

Jean lifts her head a bit when she heard a voice and someone coming up to them. She stayed silent as the person squeezed him and look at the sisters. “Oo! Are these some new exchange students?” They ask. “Not exactly” Satan interjects. “They fell through a portal when a student council meeting was in session” He explains. “Ohh” They hum.

“Nice to meet ya! I’m MC”

“Nice to meet you too” Jean nods. “I’m Jean, and this is my sister Barbara.”

“They are staying at the house while Barbatos tries to figure out how to send them home, we got instructions to just make them comfortable” Lucifer told MC.

“Oh really?” They snort. “I won’t get into much detail but I had a similar time coming here” They wave their hand dismissively. “Onward! Let us go!” They grab Mammon’s hand and ran with him.

Jean blinks a few times before looking at Satan, who sighs. “Please tell me you aren’t as reckless as they are.” He says. “I would like to think of myself as not reckless” She says. Satan nods. “Once we get there, I’ll give you a tour of the house” Jean nods back.

“This is quite strange...” Barbara comments when Satan was out of earshot. Jean nods. “I just hope everyone isn’t panicking” She knew they mostly likely were but she trusted Kaeya, Lisa and Amber to have the situation handled.

————

Much later, after the house tour, Jean and Barbara has gotten comfortable. Barbara was letting Asmo paint her nails while Satan was questioning them both about their visions while writing things down. Jean was a bit curious about the twins, but before she could ask about them, the muscular ginger, who Jean remembered to be Beelzebub, came in with something in his mouth.

He sat beside Jean and offers a chicken drumstick. “Ah, thanks for the offer Beelzebub, but I’m alright” She politely declines. He just shook his head, still holding it out to her. She took it with a thank you and ate it.

Beel looks at Barbara. “Hey uh.. Do you sing?” He asks. Barbara looks up from Asmo and nods. There was a small squeal from the hall and everyone looks to see what it was, it was Levi.

“A-Are you saying you’re an idol!?” Barbara gulps down air before nodding. “Yes, I am an idol in Mondstadt..” She says. “You remind of another idol I know— Wait I shouldn’t say that-“ He became a rambling mess. Asmo rolls his eyes. “Don’t mind him, he’s just a little kooky when it comes to idols”

Barbara nods, she was use to people being like this. “Levi-“ She says his name to get his attention, which it does. “When Asmo is done painting my nails, I’ll be glad to sing you a song” She offered. “W-Wait really?” Jean and Barbara thought he was about to explode-

It was weird, Levi barely knows them and he’s acting like he’s been a long time fan of Barbara. “Correct me if I’m wrong” Satan says. “But you said that your songs heal people?” Barbara nods. “To an extent, yes.” That just made Levi freak out even more.

“Wait are you serious?! T-This is too high levelled for me.. Ahhh!” He ran back to his room. “Is.. Is he okay?” Barbara asks. “Yep, he’s always like this” Asmo hums, dipping the nail polish brush back into it’s container and closing it.

—————

Barbara knocks on Levi’s door. “Levi? It’s Barbara” She says.

Nothing.

She was about to walk away when the door bursts open. She hesitantly walks in and looks around, there were figurines, books and pillows, it was clean, very clean. Barbara closes the door behind her and saw a chair turned backside to her, she heard quiet mumbling coming from it.

She looks around more and took a spot on the bed, moving the pillows of characters out of the way. Eventually Levi worked up enough courage to turn in her direction but kept his eyes strictly on the ground or closed.

“There’s no need for that-“ She assures, giving her friendly smile.

“B-But you’re an idol! H-How can I even face you?!” He sputters.

“I’m no one special, I just sing to make people happy and heal them”

“T-That’s easy for you to say!”

Barbara sighs before an awkward silence filled the room.

“S-Sorry.. I’m j-just not use to people like you in my room..”

“Like I said, I’m not any different from you, I just sing as a career.. If I have to admit, Mondstadt is pretty small, or at least the town is, so I don’t think I’m world wide popular”

Levi shook his head. “F-Forget it.. ah.. You can leave if you want..”

“No, I made a promise to sing for you, so I’m going to do that” She stood up, clearing her throat and began singing a tune. Levi perks up as she sang, he felt a cut on his hand healing and when he looked at it, it was healing off, no pain whatsoever.

When she was done, she opens her eyes and smiles, noticing that Levi was staring at the back of his hand in awe. She giggles, catching his attention once again. “Well.. If there isn’t anything else, I’ll get going” She walks over to the door and looks at him once last time in case he wanted to ask or say something more. He was a stuttering mess.

“C-Can I get an autograph?!”

Barbara’s eyes widen, she and Jean were only staying temporarily but he still wanted an autograph?

“Sure! Do you have a pen and something for me to sign?”

He quickly fumbles around things with his desk and grabs a pen and blank book. Barbara walks over and takes the pen offered to her and signs the book. She realized there were all kinds of names in it, she didn’t want to assume but he seemed to shy around idols, so did he ask his brothers to get the autographs for him?

She put her name down and gave him back the pen and book. “Well it was nice to meet you Levi” She waves a bit. “I’ll be heading off now, goodbye” She walks out, hearing a loud and high squeal coming from his room when she closed the door.

—————

The sisters were invited to the castle, Satan and Mammon went with them to protect them and guide them there. A lower demon approaches them and tries to make conversation, trying to charm the acting grand master, however Mammon just glares at the demon.

“Why dontcha scram?”

The demon seemed frightened by his glare and threatening aura around him.

“Sorry Lord Mammon.” They simply murmur and scurry off.

“That’s what I thought” Mammon huffs.

Barbara blinks a few times. “Lord? But isn’t just Diavolo royalty?” She asks. Satan sighs. “We probably should’ve explained that us brothers are the seven rulers of hell, think of it as.. Diavolo is at the top and we’re after him” He says.

“Whenever someone needs to be punished for a crime, we all spout suggestions on what should be done, but Diavolo is the guy with the final say” Mammon shrugs.

Jean nods slowly, it’s all so weird to see how the hierarchy is set up here, she couldn’t imagine many people being happy with this, and with what Mammon said in mind, she wondered what crimes people could get punished for and how severe the punishment is.

They got to the castle. Diavolo wanted to talk to Jean and Barbara, wanted to get to know them. He excused the brothers and told them he’d bring them back to the HoL. So they left and the two sisters were left alone with Diavolo in the lounge area.

“So, what is Mondstadt like?” Diavolo asks, having this curious childlike smile on his face. “Well” Jean starts. “Mondstadt is the City of Freedom and our god is Barbatos” She says. “There’s this plaza, and the Knights of Favionus headquarters is a little ways away from that on the left, then there is the Barbatos statue and the church behind that” She explains. “I’m certainly surprised that somewhere in the human world there is someone who sees Barbatos as a god”

“Human world?” Barbara asks.

“Yes, to us, here in the Devildom, there is, well.. The Devildom, the Celestial Realm and the human world” He explains. “Celestial Realm, hm?” Jean hums. “In Teyvat, there is Celestia” Diavolo chuckles and Barbatos walks in with some a tea pot and teacups. He sets the tea set down, putting cups in front of the prince and guests, pouring some tea in the cups.

“Barbatos, have you found a way for them to return home?” Diavolo asks.

“Yes, although it will be a major risk to attempt to try and make a portal back now, and after some calculations, I would highly advise against attempting to make a portal back” Jean frowns, she wouldn’t want neither of them getting hurt.

“We can stay for the night and see if the connection is more stable tomorrow, if that is okay with you.” Jean looks at the prince, who nods. “Yes, I think that would be best, you can stay in the House of Lamentation for tonight” Jean nods back and looks at Barbara, who had an uneasy look on her face but she simply nods, indicating that she was okay with it if it was for one night.

—————

Coincidentally, tonight was a movie night in the House of Lamentation, and so the brothers and three humans all gathered to watch a movie.

“We should let Jean and Barbara pick!”

“Are you sure MC?”

“Yes I’m sure, pick away-“

“Just don’t choose horror.. please-“

“You’re a chicken, Mammon-“

“No I ain’t!”

They ended up choosing a musical, and that ended up Asmo being one hell of a singer with Barbara. Asmo danced with the young blonde, Jean noticed she looked rather happy, so she was okay with it, laughing a bit while they danced.

Lucifer kept glancing at Jean, he saw her as a hardworking person, she didn’t want help, but not for the same reason as him, it seemed that the acting grand master didn’t want to trouble anyone, along with that, she seemed ready to help anyone with anything, even minuscule tasks. Lucifer wasn’t sure how to feel about her but he felt one thing was true.

She was too nice.

————

The day came and everyone went to the castle to see the two off before the portal returned them home. MC hugs the two and back away, putting their hands on their hips. “It was nice meeting you guys” They say. Jean smiles and nods. “It was nice meeting you too, MC” Barbara nods as well, smiling. Asmo swung his arms around Barbara.

“That singing and dancing session we had last night was so awesome! I hope more people come to your town to hear your beautiful voice~”

Everyone said their goodbyes, Barbatos opens the portal and before Jean and Barbara left, they turn to everyone, put their hand on their heart and Jean smiles.

“May the Anemo Archon Protect You”

With that, they step through the portal, and it closes.

—————

“Jean!” The two sisters appear in the acting grand master’s office and they are met with a surprised yet relieved Amber, surprised Kaeya and smiling Lisa.

“Where were you two?” Kaeya asks.

“It’s.. quite a long story.”

———

A/N:

ANDDDD DONE!

I’m sort of disappointed with this, at some point I got lazy and I’m not a big fan of how long this is but I hope you like it!

I’ll definitely be writing that first idea, so stay tuned for that @keqingsfavbestie

[necros-writing-stuff]

Could we get Wesker, no comfort just pain?? the most hardcore sexual content you could write for him pls🙇‍♀️ with an afab reader if possible.

I've been wanting to do some Wesker. Yeah, I sure can, nonnie.

Setting it around the time of the STARS office, pre-games.

NSFW below (noncon, abuse of trust, kidnapping, bdsm, Wesker has a breeding kink).

Captain Wesker had been good for the team. That's what you think, honestly. Even if he was a bit distant, not joining in meals or after-hours drinks. He was still dedicated and on top of his work like noone else. It was truly impressive.

That's why you've always looked up to him so much. His work ethic and ability to get shit done was admirable. So was his intelligence. He was a great mentor if you ever decided to go for the position of captain one day.

That's why being called into his office terrifies you. You've done nothing wrong, that you know of. But nothing good enough to deserve praise. It's been a slow month, with little leads for everyone. So what, exactly, did he want?

Closing the door behind you when you follow him in, you gulp and stand with your back straight. If you're being told off, you can handle it with dignity.

"Forgive me for such short notice," he begins as he sits, motioning for you to do the same in the chair opposite. Following his lead, you park your ass and draw your eyebrows together in curiosity.

"There's a convention on new investigative techniques this weekend the next city over. I've been invited, but I'm allowed a plus one. As one of the best on my team, I'd like to extend the invitation to you."

It takes a second for it all to sink in. The praise he just gave you, the chance to get to know your elusive boss more, a fucking holiday - however brief. Yeah, that's sounds like a good thing to do.

"Of course! I have no plans, and I've got some spare cash lying around. I'd love to go!" You cringe internally a little at how eager that sounded. Maybe you should tone it down before he mistakes your respect for him as some sort of puppy love. No, you merely see him as a great mentor, and nothing more.

"Excellent. I'll email you the details shortly, do let me know if your plans change before Friday." He quickly gets back to work, effectively dismissing you, but you're buzzing with excitement as you return to your desk. Your skills and hard work are being recognised. That's more than you can ask for.

-

Friday came without a hitch. No more plans came up that warranted cancelling your trip. No leads came in that made you tempted to stay behind and work on breaking a case. Just a regular, boring weekend. Or, it would be, if you weren't going away.

Yes, it's only to the next city over, but it's still nice to get out and experience new things. You've never been, so you can do some sight-seeing in your downtime. Go to a restaurant, see what stores they have. Maybe crack through your captain's hard shell.

It began with you getting a taxi over to Wesker's place. It was a nice, if modest, place when you pulled up. Guy obviously had some money. Grabbing your suitcase from the trunk, you pay the driver and make your way to the door. A couple of seconds after you knock, Wesker opens the door, stepping aside to let you in.

"You're early, he begins as he leads you into his living room. Fancy art you don't get is all over the place. There are book cases that show off well-worn spines indicating he does, in fact, read them. The furniture is thought out to match the colour scheme. It's rather pleasant, especially for a bachelor-pad.

"I hope being early isn't an issue?" You smile apologetically, but he just shakes his head and motions towards the living room.

"No, not at all. I'm almost done with my packing. Can I offer you anything to drink while you wait?"

For some reason, it's only now that you notice that his sunglasses are off. Blue. His eyes are blue. Huh. You'd have never known.

"If you don't mind, that would be lovely. What do you have?" You blink a few times, trying to disguise your blatant staring. He likely knows, anyways. Captain Wesker is observant like that.

And obviously, he has to smile at you in that way that just screams he knows what you were doing. "I have coffee and a few teas. Take your pick."

After Wesker lists off the tea he has, you choose what you'd like and find yourself looking around from your spot on the couch as he goes off to make it. A closed laptop is on the coffee table. A few case-files near it (which aren't meant to be brought home, but you're sure he kept them safe). He has coasters so that there's no coffee stains. No personal photos. None at all. Not even one of him graduating. How strange.

Before you can get up and look at the art on the walls more closely, Wesker comes back with two cups, handing yours to you before he sits in an armchair that has obviously been used heavily, judging by the butt-shaped dent in the cushion. His favourite spot, then.

"I thought we weren't meant to bring these home," you nod towards the files while blowing gently over the warm drink to cool it down.

"We're not, but I can't seem to stop working even when I'm meant to be sleeping. Besides, it's only a copy. The proper files are still at the office. I'd never risk losing anything." He takes a gulp of his tea, relaxing into his chair. It's the most at-ease you've ever seen him.

Now that you look closer, you can see the slight bags under his eyes. Maybe he wears the glasses to cover them? So people don't know he's exhausted?

"I'd be lying if I said I never brought something home," you give him a tight-lipped smile, hoping that he understands that you weren't judging him. Just trying to make conversation. Your drink is delicious when you actually have a sip. Sweet, like he put some flavouring in it.

"We never really switch off, do we? Even the time we get off revolves around work." There's no malice in his voice. No regret. Just him simply stating what it's like.

"I chose this job for a reason. I'll take all of the late nights if it means I get to help." And you mean that. It's not just something to butter him up and make him like you more.

He puts down his cup, already empty. He'd been swallowing it all rather quickly. "I know. That dedication is why you're one of my best. Now, enjoy yourself. Read any of the books you'd like while I finish up."

Once more you're left alone, Wesker disappearing up the stairs and leaving you feeling light from the praise. Another sip of your drink. Then you're surveying his bookshelves. A lot of classics, some academic books. Things people brag about having read, except Wesker hasn't bragged in front of you yet. No, he lets his intelligence speak for itself. An admirable quality.

You settle on a Shakespeare. Reading it in school had been the worst, but now that you're not being forced to write essays on it, maybe you'll feel better. Maybe you'll pick up on the supposed dick jokes he snuck in there.

Over the next half an hour, you find yourself settling quite nicely into Wesker's couch. Sinking into the soft cushions, you're unsure how much time passes between you finishing your drink and when your vision starts to blur.

You try to ignore it at first, shaking your head to clear it. Then stretching your muscles, before they start feeling heavy and sluggish themselves. Panic rises in your chest, the realisation that you might have been drugged kicking in. You can't call out, can only groan, your tongue feeling fat in your mouth. Did Wesker do this? Did your captain drug you? Why? Why would he do that?

You'd ended up horizontal at some point, face first on the floor. Had you tried to leave? You can't remember. Everything feels burry now, not just your vision. The last thing you make out before falling fully unconscious is the image of someone stepping close, uttering words that are impossible to decipher in the moment. Then, nothing. Just sweet, sweet nothing.

-

You don't see a thing when you wake up. Can't talk properly, either. There's something over your eyes, something stuffed in your mouth. A gag of some sort, one of those ball ones you think. And, of course, you're bound by your arms and legs.

Your muscles all feel frozen, your brain working with a million thoughts per second. Should you try to move? Should you scream? Are you being watched right now?

The choice is taken from you when a hand lands on your shin, causing you to jolt and whimper.

"Good evening. I thought you'd end up sleeping through the night at this rate." Wesker. And he sounds awfully pleased with himself.

That hand of his trails higher, his steps getting louder as he walks up the side of the bed till he's gently brushing over your naked hip. He took your clothes off. You're naked, bound and helpless, and you don't even know what you did to make him - or anyone - want to do this to you.

Tears begin to well in your eyes behind the blindfold as your body shakes in fear. Why? What had you done? Had you pissed him off? Had you neglected a detail and someone had gotten away? Is there any point trying to find a reason, or is he just a sick fuck that has been pretending to be one of the good guys?

All of your judgement comes into question now. Had there been warning signs? What had you missed? Why?

"Shhhh, shh, you're okay," he coos, his hand trailing over your pubic bone. Trying to close your legs doesn't work, since there's apparently a spreader bar down there. Then he's touching you, long fingers running up and down your folds as you sob and buck your hips to get away.

Using his free hand, Wesker pins your hips and continues his exploration, dipping a finger in to the first knuckle before pulling out to circle your clit again. "You need to calm down. I'm doing this to be kind. Keep struggling and I'll fuck you dry."

To be kind? He's trying to be kind whilst violating you? The kindest thing to do would be to let you go and turn himself in. Not that you can do anything more than think that in your current state.

One of his fingers dives in, quickly being joined by another, and you squeal out at the unexpected intrusion. "So warm. And tight, too. I should have expected my favourite to be so nicely formed. I have excellent taste.

His praise makes your stomach clench the opposite way it had this morning. You don't want to be his favourite, not anymore. You want to run far, far away from the blond asshole and to forget that you ever looked up to him in the first place.

Wishing for disassociation, all you get is your muscles tensing when his curious digits find that one nice spot inside. And the bastard focuses on it, rubbing back and forth till you're bucking for a different reason.

"So needy. It's fine, I'll give you what you want. You've been good."

You want to spit at him. To kick, claw and bite at how entitled he thinks he is to your body. At how stupidly easy it has been for him to get you close to your peak with his hand alone. The blindfold has gotten wet, your moans a cross between the pleasure and pained sobbing.

As you clench down on his fingers, Wesker fucks you faster with them, and a muffled keen leaves your lips as you climax, his ministrations filling whatever room he has you in with lewd squelching that makes you feel flushed. You're wet. You're wet and cumming for your rapist. It's enough to make you want to curl up into a ball and die.

"Good, good. See, not that hard? Now, I'm going to undo your legs and take the blindfold off. Keep being good." Weskers voice travels with him as he moves around the bed to undo your bindings. You could kick him as soon as he gets you out. You could, but you won't. You need to bide your time, get him to at least un-gag you so you can scream for help and hope the neighbours hear.

Willing yourself to stay limp, you don't react when he crawls onto the bed, settling between your free legs. Nor do you do more than blink when the blindfold comes off, but you still avoid his gaze, looking at his naked chest instead. He's completely newd. And he's hard.

Swallowing, you finally look into his eyes with your best pleading stare. Those blue eyes. The ones staring back at you with a striking coldness.

"Sorrow looks good on you, my dear. Maybe I should make you cry more."

You shake your head, not wanting to be hurt, and Wesker chuckles. "Fine. Not today, then. Later, though. I'm curious as to what your ass will look like after I've caned it. We've got the whole weekend, before anyone even realises you're gone, don't we?"

There was no convention. There was no holiday. It was all a complete lie to get you here. He was going to drive, he'd said. You should come to his place early and he'll take you. He'd seemed so genuine when he'd said it.

Wesker moving tears you from your thoughts, especially when something presses against your cunt. He holds one of your thighs, propping it up to reveal your slick core more and make it easier to rape you. You can't help it. The panic takes over, and before you can logically decide what to do, you kick out towards his face.

As if he was waiting for it, Wesker shifts his head to the side enough that you miss him completely. Then he just tuts, and sinks into your weeping pussy to the hilt. "Brat. At least your cunt is as lovely as I'd hoped. Still, I can't let that slide."

There's no way you can apologise for your reaction, only enough time to squeeze your eyes closed as the back of his hand collides with your cheek with a resounding smack. It stings, your cheek and your core. One from the hit, the other from being stretched on a thick cock even after the preparation he gave you.

There's no time to adjust after that. Not as Wesker picks you up by the hips and angles himself in deep. His hair falls out of place as he starts thrusting, his eyes closing and head falling back in satisfaction. As if he's having the time of his life while you're eyes fill with tears again.

His prick feels as good as his fingers did, if not more so. It hits against your cervix with every hump, it drags over those sweet-spots that make you see stars. Nothing is left untouched with how Wesker batters your silky insides, lowly growling out with every other drag.

Still, your mind refuses to leave your body. You can't try to imagine it's someone else in his stead, you can't try to think about something comforting that will calm you down enough to think of a plan. There's no getting away from the here and now; no ignoring the return of that tightening knot in your stomach.

"I should get you pregnant," the blond mutters, "We'd make wonderful children together."

It's unlear whether he means it or not, or if he's just lost in his pleasure and saying whatever feels right. Judging by there being no condoms involved, and Wesker not asking whether or not you're on birth control, you're leaning towards the former. And that's something you'd like to avoid.

Whining to get his attention, you shake your head when he opens his eyes and he raises an eyebrow in response. "No? Why ever not. You should feel honoured to even be under me right now."

There it is. The sense if grandiose that you missed this entire time you've known him. You'd always thought that he was just a man who enjoyed the classics. Someone with refined, taste and reserved manners. It was understandable why he'd get annoyed with Chris. Now, it's obvious that that's only a carefully constructed image.

No, you don't feel honoured. You feel betrayed. And unfortunately, close to cumming on his cock.

If he knows, he doesn't care. Not as he pins your legs to your chest and starts hammering away at your clenching pussy like he's desperate to finish.

Without the gag, you'd have been screaming. It's all too much, too deep inside and faster than anyone else has gone with you. Tingles start to build under your skin, along with a flushing heat. It's the feeling of Wesker sucking one of your nipples into his mouth and flicking the bud with his tongue that finishes you off, your legs going stiff as your abdominal muscles tense and release rapidly.

Before you can be fucked into oversensitivity, Wesker grunts, leaving your nipple to find your neck. He buries his face against it, groaning as he pumps a last few times, hard enough to have you near-screaming again as you kick at his back. You're trying to tell him to stop - to pull out. He doesn't listen.

He cums so much his hot seed oozes from your hole, even with his dick still plugging it up. And he doesn't move for a while after he's done, just stays on top of you, crushing you under his toned body and keeping his cock warm inside.

Eventually, the blond pulls back, sitting up and letting your aching legs flop.

"Now," he starts between haggard breaths, "If only you hadn't started kicking again. I would have taken your gag off. Instead," he pulls out of your, letting more of his seed spill from your body and onto the sheets. There's a dresser to the side, and he picks something up before turning back to you. "Instead, it's time for your punishment."

It's a candle and a lighter.

"I'll break you before tomorrow. You'll see."

[ericsangyeon]

addicted - l.sy

‘He was like fire, she was his igniter. Together they were each other's addictions.”

pairing: sangyeon x female! reader

word count: 7.0k

genre: angst, fluff, suggestive

theme: gang au sorta??

warnings: SMUT!!, profanity, drinking, guns, blood, kidnapping, bang chan and skz are villians

a/n: hey guys! i wanted to try writing a fic bc why not! this is my first tme ever writing smut so be nice. also this was edited many times but there could be mistakes so just bare with me. enjoy it! i worked really hard hehe -t :D

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“Kevin oh my god. I'm not going to that criminal ball.” I roll my eyes at my best friend.

“Pretty please? You can finally meet Jacob! And I'm pretty sure a certain someone wants you there too,” Kevin smirks from the other side of the work area. I stop cleaning the countertops and stare up at him with wide eyes.

Kevin, and his boyfriend Jacob, are members of the underground mafia group TBZ, which never gets brought up when I'm with Kevin because he knows it makes me uncomfortable. That was until Lee Sangyeon came into the picture. Sangyeon is the leader and “big boss” (as Kevin calls him) of TBZ, and has somehow found interest in me. Ever since Kevin brought him into the cafe a month ago during one of my shifts, I kept bumping into him everywhere. From work, to campus, to even near my apartment. He tries to make small talk with me, which I always ignore and keep distance from him. I see him all the time despite wanting to, and I want nothing to do with him…. even though he literally looks and talks like an angel sent from heaven. I'm positive there is some sort of an attraction between the two of us. But don't tell anyone I said that. Lee Sangyeon is hopelessly attractive and I couldn't help myself to have developed a crush on him. If it wasn't for his shady career choice, I would have hooked up with him in an instant.

“How many times do I have to tell you Kevin? I want nothing to do with him,” I cry while Kevin snickers.

“He's not even that bad, he only hurts people who have wronged him” Kevin explains.”But never mind about him, Jacob really wants to meet you and you said you’re free Friday so please, please pl-”

“Fine oh my god.” I huff while Kevin claps, pleased with himself. “One problem, I have nothing to wear.”

“Not to worry about that sweetheart, I got that covered. Just text me your measurements.” Kevin says. I was going to try to argue with him but I knew he would win no matter what, so I just shot him a thumbs up.

“Anyways babes I gotta go to class now. See ya y/n!” Kevin grins, blew me an air kiss which I caught with a small smile, and walked out of the cafe.

I sigh and put the cleaning supplies away. As I went to greet a customer, all I could think was - it's just a ball, with your best friend and his boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

~

On Thursday night, as I was getting ready to make dinner, there was a knock on my apartment door. I went to answer it, but found no one there when I opened it. Instead, a white box with a small bag on top, both had my name on it. “Oh yes.” I thought to myself. “The criminal ball.”

I grabbed both items and brought them to my room to open them. I unsecure the first box to be greeted to white tissue paper and a note on top, which I pick up and read the writing.

“This colour will look ravishing on you. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

Or at least that's what I thought it said. It was written in a script that I had never seen before, and it certainly wasn't Kevin’s handwriting. Maybe Jacob’s? I put the note aside and unwrap the tissue paper to take out the dress and my jaw drops. I pull out a ball gown that was wine red and had a lace strapless top with a semi-poofy skirt attached. Below it were gold open toed high heels. I laid everything down on my bed and reached for the small bag that was on top. Without checking first, I pull out what was in that bag and gasp. In my hands is a beautiful gold mask with black silk fabric to wrap around my eyes. Fuck. Kevin never mentioned it being a masquerade ball? Now I have a higher chance of running into Lee Sangyeon since I probably won’t be able to tell who's who.

I send Kevin a quick text saying thank you for the dress, cursing him out for not telling me that piece of info. To finish my day, I made my dinner and went to bed early.

~

Friday night at 6:45pm, found me applying my last coat of lipstick as I stood up from my vanity chair. Staring back at me in the mirror was a completely different person. I loosely curled my long straight hair so it was falling down my back in waves. My makeup was not too heavy, yet not too light. My eyeshadow was a nude colour to contrast with my mask, as well as my lipstick was wine red to match my gown. The dress and shoes fit me perfectly (thanks Kevin), as well as the finishing touch, the gold mask.

My phone beeps and I looked down to see a text that the car Kevin sent for me was here, so I grabbed my phone and clutch and locked up my apartment. “Goodbye bed, I’ll see you later tonight.” I thought to myself, smirking.

The car waiting for me downstairs was gorgeous and sleek, and when I entered the back seat, the driver tipped his hat at me and we were on our way.

After driving 20 mins out of the city, the driver turns onto a single sided road where in the distance, I could see a huge house with bright lights shining.

“Oh my god.” I whispered to myself as the driver pulled up to a mansion - no - castle with a staircase leading to the entrance. The car stops and I could feel myself start to get nauseous. The driver came to open my door, lending me a hand so I could get out of the car safely.

“Have a great evening, Miss y/n.”

“Thank you, I do hope so.” I smile softly as I turned to walk up the staircase on this warm June evening.

As I was walking in the big hallway that led to what I'm guessing is the ballroom, I went over my rules for tonight. 1) Don't trip 2) stay with Kevin 3) avoid Sangyeon at all costs.

But of course, when the guards opened the big double doors for me to enter, everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I walked further into the room. I see someone come forward from the crowd of people and my eyes go wide because I know it is not Kevin or Jacob.

Lee Sangyeon is walking towards me like he had been waiting for this moment, and there was nothing I could do about it.

He looks amazing of course, like a walking marble statue that came to life. His light brown hair was pushed back to reveal his amazing eyebrows and smirking lips and he was dressed in a black velvet suit that was so low cut that I could see a glimpse of his defined pecs. He wore a black velvet mask over his brown eyes. Sangyeon had me very much weak at the knees right now so thank god everyone went back to minding their own business.

“Y/n! I'm so glad you could make it.” He smiles at me. That goddamn smile. “You look exquisite.” Sangyeon said to me as he reached down, grabs my hand and softly kisses it while staring at me.

My breath hitches. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” I softly smile at him. “Now excuse me,” I whisper, attempting to create some distance. But his hand on mine got tighter.  “May I have this dance?” Sangyeon asks. I nod my head, not sure what took over me. He softly smiles at me and leads me toward the dance floor, where other couples are dancing already. As we were nearing the dance floor, I felt myself trip over my gown. Before I could faceplant with the floor, rough hands were on my waist pulling me up.

“Be careful y/n.” Sangyeon chuckles and I thought I would throw up on his designer shoes.

He puts my hands on his neck and grabs my waist to pull me close to him. Sangyeon starts to sway me back and forth, eyes never leaving mine. As we danced for a few minutes, I felt his thumb lightly brush against my hip bone and I saw him slightly leaning his face towards mine. I finally jumped out of the trance he put me in and unwrapped my arms from his neck.

“I can’t do this. Excuse me.” I told Sangyeon as I brushed past him, leaving him on the dancefloor alone.

I speed walk over to the bar and spot a familiar black head of curls standing with a brunette boy wearing a similar tux.

“Where have you been, asshole?” I yell behind Kevin, making him jump and then smile at me.

“Hey y/n you made it! Meet Jacob, my boyfriend.” He gestures towards the man next to him wearing the same mask.

“Nice to meet you, Jacob. Kev, I'm getting a drink and then calling a cab to leave. I can’t be here.” I say while looking around.

Before Kevin could say anything back, I turned my back to him and ordered red wine from the nearest bartender. I sigh and drink my wine and look over at the guy who is standing next to me.

“Rough night?’ He smiles at me.

“You could say that.” I smile back as I drank more of my wine.

He chuckles and extends his hand to me.”I’m Bang Chan.”

“Y/n.” I shake his hand back.

His smile faded once I said my name.”You’re Lee’s girl?”

I stare wide eyed at him. “I'm who's girl??”

Before he could answer me, a body was standing between us. Sangyeon.

“Piss off Bang, she's mine.” Sangyeon growls at him.

“Excuse me?” I said but no one seems to hear me.

“Chill out Lee, I was just getting to know her, but I’ll leave.” Bang Chan waves bye to me behind Sangyeon’s back and walks away.

Sangyeon turned around and looked at me, his defined jaw clenching tightly.

“Y/n, we are leaving.” He states.

“I am not going anywhere with you!” I yell back while a muscle in his jaw twitches as he clenches  his hands into a fist.

“Y/n. I suggest you go with him before he tries to shoot someone, because he will.” Kevin appears and says behind me, squeezing my shoulder. I just nod my head at Sangyeon. Kevin would never put me in danger. Right?

Before I could even say bye, Sangyeon grabs my hand and is leading me out the ballroom door, out of the castle and towards his car.

He opens the passenger seat car door for me. “Get in.” He says to me. I glare at him as I get in slowly.

Sangyeon shuts the door and walks over to the driver side, gets in, takes his mask off, and starts the car without even saying anything. And we are off to god knows where.

The entire drive was silent. Sangyeon is gripping the wheel tightly, rough fingers scattered with rings turning white. I'm too scared to move, only moving my hands to remove my mask and my heels that were starting to hurt my feet.

20 minutes later, we are back in the city and Sangyeon is pulling into a parking garage surrounded by guards. He pulls into a parking spot, and leaves the car after stopping it. I open the car door to follow him, barefoot and all.

In the elevator I kept trying to glance over at Sangyeon, but he’s looking straight ahead, defined jaw still clenched. The elevator door opens and I gasp. I walk out behind Sangyeon to see a beautiful penthouse common area surrounded by glass windows overlooking the city night sky.

Before I could even admire the place and the city lights that surrounded the room, my back is being pushed against a hard wall to face a livid Sangyeon. He grabs  my wrists and leans in.

“How dare you talk to other men, especially him.” Sangyeon growls in my ear. “You’re mine.”

I stare at him in disbelief as he faces me again. “I-I will never be yours. You can't tell me what to do.”

A smirk slowly appears on his face. “Oh yeah? We will see about that, princess.”

Before I could even think of a witty response back, Sangyeon grabbed my face and his lips were on mine, and I felt my tough interior crumble as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him even closer, bodies touching.

He kisses me again. And again. Like he is possessing me. And it was working as I kissed him back hard. “You are mine” Sangyeon whispers against my lips. “No one else’s.” Sangyeon starts kissing down my neck, lightly sucking on certain parts, while I’m biting my lip trying to hold back my moans. It felt so goddamn good, but I'm stubborn and didn't want him to have the upper hand. Sangyeon sucks hard on the crook of my neck, making me release my lips and moan as I feel him smirk against my neck. He won, I lost and now I am melting into his touch.

Sangyeon kisses my shoulders and exposed collarbones, stops and chuckles into the crook of my neck.

“You know I picked this dress for you. Not Kevin.” he says while unzipping my gown.

“What?” I whisper, shocked.

“You heard me.” Then my dress is on the ground, leaving me in just my black strapless bra and panties.  Sangyeon is staring at my body with lust covered eyes as I just stare back at him, both of us breathing heavily, a boner starting to appear in his velvet suit pants.

“Wow, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He says quickly before kissing me again hard on the lips, shoving each other's tongues deep inside our mouths.

“Jump” He mumbles against my mouth and I obey, wrapping my legs around him as he carries me to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss.

When we enter his room, he lays me down softly on the huge mattress and proceeds to take my bra off, leaving me topless.

“God, these tits.” I hear him growl as I hiss at the cold air hitting my bare breasts, but the hissing quickly turns into moans as Sangyeon takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it while playing with the other one using his hand.

“Fuck.” I moan loudly, mouth parting.

After rotating, sucking and playing with my breasts, Sangyeon removes his mouth from my nipple and starts to kiss down my stomach, inching towards my panties.

“You're such a good girl for me.” He coos on my stomach as I moan and squirm. Sangyeon brushes his fingers lightly against the fabric of my panties and looks up at me and mouths “you sure?” I nod my head back. He smiles before removing my panties with his teeth. I am now bare naked in front of a fully clothed Lee Sangyeon.

Sangyeon positions himself right in front of my pussy and spreads my legs open as I gasp and watch him lean down. He kisses and sucks on both my thighs, guaranteeing hickeys in those spots later on.

“You’re so fucking ethereal, Y/n.” Sangyeon mumbles and kisses the tops of my thighs softly, and before I could even think, his mouth was on my clit and I scream.

“FUCK Sangyeon oh my god!” I arch my back and moan loud as he licks into my clit.

“So wet me for me already.” He murmurs against my pussy.

He starts to suck and kiss my clit and I can’t breathe. I could feel his tongue exploring my entire pussy, eating it up as if it was his favorite food. My hands found his soft light brown hair and as I ran my hands through it, he sucked on my clit even harder. After for what seemed like seconds, Sangyeon comes up for air and proceeds to put a finger slowly in my hole, pumping in and out.

“You tasted so good, I can’t wait to see how you take my fingers and then my cock.” Sangyeon rasps out as he adds another finger as I'm a moaning mess below him.

“FUCK! Im gonna-” “Cum for me babygirl.” He says while pumping his fingers faster. I arch my back and scream his name while I cum onto his rough digits. He removes them from my pussy and sucks on the juices that got on them.

“Tastes so sweet.” He says while licking his fingers clean and staring directly at my hooded eyes and parted mouth.

Before I can even catch my breath, his lips are on mine quickly, stands up from the bed and unbuttons his blazer, revealing his amazing toned upper body and taking off his pants and boxers, cock slapping against his abs. He was huge, I gulp knowing that that's going to be inside me soon.

“I'm on the pill!” I hear myself blurt out. Sangyeon chuckles at that.

“Good to know y/n.” He says with a smile while running a hand through his hair before positioning himself over my body, hands on each side of me and aligning his cock with my hole.

“This is gonna hurt.” I thought to myself, since the last time I had sex was high school and it was awful to say the least.

Sangyeon starts to slide his dick in slowly and I can’t breathe again.

“Fuck. You're such a tight baby girl.” He rasps out as I let out a string of curses.

Sangyon thrusts into me slowly at first, but when he realizes i'm no longer screaming and just moaning, he removes his cock and slams it back into me hard and fast, which makes me lose my mind. He swears under his breath a few times before he speeds up the movements. I wrap my arms and legs around him, leaving scratches on his back as he leans closer to me and touches his forehead with mine.

“You're so beautiful sprawled out like this under me princess.” he growls into my ear as he thrusts even harder into my pussy, making both of us swear and moan each other's names as I move my hands from his back to his hair and he moves his to play with my nipples.

Between Sangyeon pinching my nipples and his cock tearing me open, the pleasure flowing through right now is something I have never felt before.

“Shit y/n!” Sangyeon grunts and thrusts hard once more into my pussy and pulls his dick out and uses his right hand to pump out his orgasm all over my stomach. His other hand reaches down to rub my clit in circles while kissing my neck and leaving more hickeys to help ride out my second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck Sangyeon!” I scream as I release all over his fingers once again. He licks it up again and mumbles “so sweet princess.” while looking at my dilated pupils.

He gets off me and rolls over so that he's beside my overstimulated body but head is tilted towards my direction.

“Are you okay?” Sangyeon asks me, concerned eyes looking over my shaking body that's struggling to even look at where he is.

“I'm amazing.” I respond back softly, him sighing in relief as he strokes my cheek with his knuckle.

“I've wanted to do this for so long.” He whispers and smiles softly at me.

“Me too.” I whisper back smiling as he kisses my lips softly and jumps out of bed, and runs into the connected bathroom fully naked leaving me alone in his huge bed, body paralyzed.

Sangyeon returns with a washcloth and a bowl of warm water and moves my shaking body so I'm lying on his leg while he dips the cloth in the water and starts to clean me up.

“You did so well for me. You were so beautiful when you came. So beautiful for me.” He murmurs to me fondly, rubbing the cloth over my body tenderly as I'm falling in and out of slumber. As I fall asleep, Sangyeon gets into bed next to me and tucks us both in. He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around my waist and I rest my head on his chest.

“What a night.” I think to myself before dozing off in Sangyeons strong arms, moonlight shining through the huge windows.

Tomorrow is a new day, where we decide what happens next. But one thing's for sure.

I am addicted to Lee Sangyeon.

~

Light shines through the windows as I open my eyes to an unfamiliar surrounding, and then it hits me. I had mindblowing sex with Lee Sangyeon and now I am lying naked, tangled in his bedsheets. I feel an arm loosely draped around my bare waist. As I sigh and glance over next to me, I find Sangyeon lying on his side, staring at me with fond eyes.

���Good morning, beautiful.” He whispers to me in his deep morning voice. Swoon.

“Good morning, handsome.” I whisper back to him with a smile on my face.

I untangle myself from his arm, and attach my lips softly to his. Sangyeon does not react at first, but proceeds to kiss me back softly and full of tenderness as he cups my face into his hands. I break the kiss and lay my head on his bare chest.

“Last night was amazing.” Sangyeon murmurs into my hair and kisses my temple as I nod back.

Oh fuck, I just remembered. I sat up and faced the man with wide eyes.

“What's wrong baby?” Sangyeon asks, genuinely concerned.

“Fuck, what do I tell Kevin?” I gape at him.

Sangyeon chuckles loudly, eyes crinkling as he grabs my waist and pulls me down towards him. He tickles me, making me laugh.

After lying in bed for what seemed like hours and just talking, Sangyeon reaches over to the night table next to him. He grabs his phone and starts to furiously type as I just stare at his fingers flying across the screen.

“I told Jacob he is in charge over at the house this weekend, which means I get to spend it all with you.” He says as he puts his phone back down. Apparently, now I was spending the weekend at Sangyeon’s luxury penthouse. Good thing I didn’t have work this weekend.

After taking a shower in Sangyeon’s massive ensuite bathroom (and looking at myself in the mirror, in shock at the sight of my hickeys across my body), I changed into the clothes he left me, which seems to be his boxers and a blue and pink pullover sweater. I walk out of the bedroom towards the kitchen to find a very shirtless Sangyeon putting waffles on the island counter. He briefly explained to me earlier that he sent all his staff home, including his cooks, so it could just be us in the penthouse.

“Wow, waffles? You really know the way to a girl's heart.” I say amused as I take a seat on one of the island chairs.

He laughs loud and leans over the island, arms resting on the counter. “It's one of the only things I know how to make, so expect take out the rest of the weekend.” Sangyeon says with a smile on his beautiful face as I wolfed down the waffles in front of me.

“One day I’ll teach you how to cook.” I wink at him.

Sangyeon grabs my hand softly and rubs his thumb over my knuckles and kisses them softly. “I would love that, y/n.” He says with a smile on his face.

The rest of the day is spent just relaxing. Sangyeon shows me around his penthouse, from his impressive indoor gym to his walk in closet in which he implies that will once be mine as well. I ignore his comment. Afterwards, he shows me the tv room where a massive flat screen was attached to the wall and asks me to pick a movie, which I pick The Notebook.

“Really y/n?” Sangyeon rolls his eyes as he sets the movie up.

“Yes Sangyeon really. Now come sit here and enjoy.” I respond as I pat the spot on the leather couch next to me.

After the movie, and laughing at an almost crying Sangyeon, I go to retrieve my phone from my clutch to find 15 missed calls from Kevin.

“Oh good! He didn't kill you!” Kevin cries in my ear after picking up after the first ring.

“Yes Kev, I'm totally fine.” I respond quietly.

“Did you guys fuck?” Kevin asks and when I don’t respond, he screams into the phone, which makes me cringe and move the device away from my ear.

“OMG I KNEW IT YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERYTHING! WAS HIS DICK AS BIG AS JACOB AND I THOUGHT?” He yells into the phone as I softly chuckle and proceeds to tell everything to a panicking Kevin.

“Holy shit. I owe Eric $50.” Kevin sighs into the phone after I explained everything to him.

“You were betting on me? Anyways I don't even wanna know.” I say annoyed.

“Are you guys like a thing now?” He asks me.

“I'm not entirely sure.” I reply unsure.

“Well no matter what, I support you sweetcheeks.” Kevin assures.

I snort. “Thanks Kev, right back at you. Gotta go now eat dinner, I'll update you later.”

Kevin laughs. “Enjoy Sangyeons big d-” I hung up on him.

That night found Sangyeon and I, fully clothed, cuddled in bed and holding each other, just listening to each other's heartbeat and making small talk.

“Sangyeon, how did you become the leader of TBZ?” I asked, looking up at him from where my head was on his chest.

He sighs and looks straight ahead. “For generations, a Lee has always led the gang, no matter what. It was between my cousins and myself, but my elders picked me, as my dad was the former leader before he passed and I've always been a leader, even since I was a young boy,” Sangyeon replies.

“I’m so sorry.” I say to him. He smiles softly and kisses my cheek.

“Don’t worry about me princess. Tell me, what are you studying?” He asks me.

“I'm studying childhood studies and english lit  so after I graduate I can enroll in a teachers college. I wanna be an elementary school teacher.” I answer him proudly.

Sangyeon smiles at me fondly. “You will be an amazing teacher.” He says while stroking my face with his hands. He kisses me softly as I melt into his touch.

After not being so sure about Sangyeon, I have come to realize how amazing he is. I can feel myself starting to like him more and more each day.

I am his and he is mine and in the end, it's him and I.

~

Months pass, and Sangyeon and I can’t get enough of each other. Everyday when I finish my shift at work, he picks me up and we either go to his place or mine to have dinner. Last week I even taught him how to boil pasta! But, sometimes we don’t even make it to dinner because I end up riding him in the back of his luxury car. Whoops.

One day while we were lying in bed after having sex, I sat up.

“Wait Sangyeon, what are we?” I asked him, facing where he was lying on his back.

Sangyeon sat up next to me.  “Well y/n, I'm extremely fond of you and think you are the most intelligent and beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, and I wish to give you nothing but happiness and satisfaction. I would love nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend,” He says to me, a glimmer in his eyes.

I stare at him, shocked because no one has ever said anything like this to me, and then I felt myself smile at him as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

“Yes Lee Sangyeon, I will be your girlfriend. I will be yours.”

He smiles wide back at me. “Then you are all mine.” He whispers back as he connects his lips with mine for a passionate kiss.

Kevin thinks it’s hilarious that I wear more turtlenecks more often, which always makes me turn beet red. Because when Sangyeon and I have sex, he doesn’t just bite, he chews on my body like a fucking dog (“Doesnt it feel so good though?” “Kevin I swear to god.”) I have also gotten to meet Sangyeon’s entire gang, made up of 11 men including himself, and watching Sangyeon speak to them so confidently and leader-like makes my heart flutter. Yeah, I definitely think I’ve fallen in love with Lee Sangyeon.

A rainy Thursday afternoon found me finishing up my shift at work, getting ready to close the cafe as the only employee left. Sangyeon had texted me earlier saying he couldn't pick me up today due to an important meeting, so I was stuck walking home alone. Which was fine with me since my apartment was only a ten minute walk from the cafe.

As I was locking up the cafe doors, I heard a car engine behind me. I turned around smiling, expecting to see Sangyeon, but my smile faded, when the window opened and Bang Chan was in the passenger seat, pointing a gun at me.

“Y/n. Get in the car right now so no one gets hurt.” He commands me in a monotone voice.

“Never.” I sneer back at him and start to back away from the car.

“Fine. Guess we are doing this the hard way.” He replies.

Before I could sprint away, someone appeared behind me, put a cloth to my mouth and grabbed my waist. As the world around me went black, all I could think was, “Lee Sangyeon is going to murder you for stealing his girl.”

Blood. Blood is dripping from a gash in my forehead when I regain consciousness. I look around frantically to find myself in what looked like an abandoned warehouse with my hands and legs tied together with heavy rope.

“Help!” I scream loudly, but that did not do anything for my situation. Instead, Bang Chan enters with another man holding a rifle and I feel another scream forming in my throat. The rope tied around my hands and legs were digging into my flesh and I could feel blood emerging from them.

“Ah y/n! Lee’s playtoy! Glad to see you awake!” Bang Chan claps and smiles at me wickedly while I just glare back.

“TBZ knows you're with us sweetheart.” He says. “We told them it's either you or the money.”

My mouth opens and then closes. “What money? I swear I don't know anything, he never tells me about his work,” I cry to him.

“LIES!” Bang Chan screams. “Han. Go get her.” The other man - Han - walks over to me, ignites the rifle and puts it against my head hard. I start to cry even harder and squirm in my spot even though I feel the rope burning getting worse.

“We are going to try this again y/n. Where is the money?” Bang Chan yells into my face. I spat at him and Han forced the gun to my already bleeding forehead harder.

“I'm done. Shoot her.” Bang Chan shouts.

“No, please don't shoot!” I cry, knowing nothing will make a difference.

As I felt Han press down on the trigger, I stop thrashing and sat still. At this point, there was nothing I could do to stop this myself.

Lee Sangyeon, don't forget about me.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!” A familiar voice yells behind Bang Chan.

I wail loud with my last bit of strength I had.  “Help m-” BOOM!

Around me, I see the building collapse, rubble hitting my head as it knocks me over. Gunshots were loud and clear although my ears were ringing loud.

The last thing I remember before blacking out again were strong arms pulling me out of rubble.

Beeping. White ceiling. That is what I see and hear when I finally regain consciousness again. Looking around the plain room, I can see that I’m in a hospital bed. There is a bandage on my head and I can feel both my wrists and feet bandaged tightly, as well as an IV in my right arm. I move my head to the right slowly to the hallway window and see guards are positioned outside the hospital room. “Anything for Lee Sangyeon’s girl.” I think to myself and chuckle.

Wait. Sangyeon. Where is he? Is he alive?

“Hey sweet cheeks.” I hear a voice from the other side of the room. I slowly turn my head to see Kevin standing up from the couch that is in front of my bed and smiling at me.

“I'm glad you're okay. You woke up earlier than the doctors thought. You don’t have to worry about the Stray Kids gang anymore. They all died in the explosion.” He explains to me.

I nod my head slowly.

“Sangyeon. Where is Sangyeon?” I rasp out to Kevin.

Kevin softly smirks and shakes his head at the ground. “He's okay, he was here a few minutes ago, he hasn’t left your side in days. I’ll go get him, he's just getting his bandages touched up. He got injured in the explosion while pulling you out of the rubble.” Kevin tells me as I feel tears in my eyes. He would’ve sacrificed himself to save my life.

After patting my head softly, Kevin left the room to get Sangyeon, leaving me alone crying softly.

“Y/n.” I gasp and sit up and look towards the door, where the love of my life, Lee Sangyeon is standing with white bandages on his left arm and tears streaming down his scratched up, but beautiful face. Seeing him standing in front of me, makes me cry even harder. Without saying anything, I rip the IV out of my arm, slide out of the bed and jump into Sangyeons arms, and engulf him in a hug, which he gladly returns.

“I thought I lost you.” I cry into his shoulder as he sits down on the bed with me on his lap. I move my head to stare into his beautiful eyes, that still have his usual shimmer, even after all that has happened. “You'll never lose me.” He whispers fondly as he cups my face in his hands and wipes away my tears softly with his right thumb.

Sangyeon held me like I was a broken doll, fragile but sweet. He whispered sorry to me over and over again, which I quickly shushed and ran a bandaged hand through his soft brown hair.

“I love you so much.” I say to him, grabbing his neck softly and pulling him towards me.

“I love you more princess.” He says while smiling wide at me, which made me smile back at him as we connected foreheads.

~

“God Sangyeon. Go take a shower you stink.” I say to him as we enter his penthouse after being in the hospital for days, which ended with the doctor clearing both of us. I got the bandages on my head, hands, and feet, and he got his bandages removed.

“And you don’t smell y/n?” He smirks at me as I scoff. “Shower with me.” He says, eyes darkening as my breath hitches.

“Okay.” I nod, and we are on our way to his huge ensuite bathroom.

We both strip out of our dirty clothes and get into the massive glass shower, me going in first with Sangyeon following.

I watch him pump the liquid from the shampoo bottle into his hands, and lather the shampoo into my hair as he stands behind me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/n” Sangyeon tells me as I lean my back into his chest. His hands lightly trace my body, lingering on my lower stomach and my breasts. I could feel his erection growing, and being the little greedy bitch I am, I grind down on it slowly. All of a sudden, he turns me around and attaches his lips to mine hard, and we are both caught in a rough make out session. He breaks the kiss and stares at me with lust clouded eyes.

“Are you gonna take care of this princess?” Sangyeon asks me while his eyes are motioning to his cock.

“Yes Sir.” I reply, not sure where that came from, as he pushes my shoulders down lightly and I feel myself fall to my knees.

Without thinking, I grab his hard cock with my hands and pump it a few times.I licked the slit tasting the precum that had come out, before sinking my mouth down his shaft softly, making him swear under his breath.

“Fuck you’re such a good girl. You suck my cock so well.” He hisses while grabbing my hair and guiding my head back and forth while I lap up his precum. He guides my head so that I swallow his cock and I gag on it a bit, which makes him growl loudly. My watering eyes glanced up at Sangyeon to see his head tilted back, mouth open partially.

“Fuck y/n I’m gonna cum. Gonna dirty up that hot mouth of yours.” Sangyeon rasps out as I feel his hot cum go down my throat as he rides out his orgasm. I release myself from his dripping cock and swallow the cum that had landed in my mouth.

“Fuck y/n. Princess. You're so good at that.” He cooes at me while helping me stand up and kisses me quickly and firmly on the mouth.

“Do I get something for being good, Sir?” I ask him while batting my eyes together, trying to pout as much as I could.

“That depends, what do you want? You want me to fuck you in this shower until you can't walk” He asks me loudly.

“God yes!” I answer him. Sangyeon picks me up like I weigh nothing as I wrap my legs and arms around his broad body.

“FUCK!” I scream as Sangyeon slams his cock into my pussy without any warning.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit.” Sangyeon curses under his breath.

I moan like crazy as Sangyeon fucks me hard, every thrust hitting my g-spot.

“You feel so good y/n. Your tight pussy feels amazing around my cock.” He rasps out before sucking on my jaw, making me arch my back and moan. I could feel my orgasm coming already. Sangyeon is a sex god and he knew how to have me cumming within seconds.

“I'm gonna cum in you, y/n, ok? I want you to feel my hot cum inside of you.” He growls in my ear as I loudly moan. I couldn't even answer him, I just nodded my head while leaving scratches on his back.

“FUCK!” We both scream and cum at the same time, I shudder feeling Sangyeons hot load entering my pussy. He drops his head onto my shoulder, whispering praise in my ear as I'm shaking in his arms. Both of us panting and sweating, even underneath the water. When he pulls his cock out, his cum and my cum is dripping fast out of my pussy. Sangyeon puts me down but I start to fall over, so he catches me and starts to snicker.

“Well I guess we have to take a real shower now and clean ourselves up.” He says amusingly as I roll my eyes and smack his chest as he laughs.

~

June 2021, I finally graduate college! As my name is being called, shouts and cheers come from the audience as I look and see the entire TBZ gang jumping up and down. My smile grows even bigger when I'm shaking the headmaster's hand and see Sangyeon, my boyfriend of one year, in the audience holding a bouquet of red roses with a huge proud smile on his face. After enrolling in teacher’s college and officially moving in with Sangyeon, Kevin announces to everyone over a gang family dinner that he and Jacob are getting married, and that I'm his best person, which makes the whole gang erupt in chaos. Sangyeon has to calm everyone down, and congratulates the happy couple fondly, knowing that everyone will be as supportive when he finally asks his best girl to marry him.

Two months later I found myself at the MoonBae wedding. During the reception, Kevin calls all the non-married men and women to the dance floor so he can throw the bouquet. What shocks everyone the most is when I catch it, making Kevin and Jacob both scream and tackle me in a hug. Sangyeon chokes on his glass of scotch and turns purple watching the whole event unfold.

Sangyeon proposes to me one quiet night four months after Kevin and Jacob’s wedding as we are both drinking wine and watching the sunset on his penthouse balcony.

“Y/n, You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.” He says to me with tears in eyes as he gets down on one knee. “Will you marry me?” Sangyeon asks.

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you. ” I answer him crying.

Sangyeon smiles wide at me and picks me up and spins me around before kissing me passionately.

“I love you so much y/n l/n.”

“I love you more Lee Sangyeon.”

“You’re mine forever.”

“And I'm yours.”

well i hope you enjoyed! sorry if it was bad or rushed again it was my first time hehe

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[runeterrankhaleesi]

hey! umm well idk if u know him, but he is a character from Lor, his name is Dallin. maybe if u could do a hc on him i would rlly appreciate it. just do it if ur ok with it. and maybe if u get interested in this ask u can get some of his "personality" in a short story where he goes on a little adventure with Quinn around the mountain.

here is the link: https://universe.leagueoflegends.com/en_US/story/shield-of-remembrance/

only do it if u are ok with it. pls i dont want to force anything. and always ur work is rlly great!

[A/N: Hello darling. I apologize for this being so late, I haven't gotten around it since I had to read the story first. In the picture, Dallin is handsome, not gonna lie. Thank you that you think my work is great. Thank you for requesting. You may ask again for more.]

(LoR) Headcanons of Dallin with a Gender Neutral s/o feat. Quinn

Dallin was a Greenfang Warden. You had encountered his dog, Rigby, at the market, sniffing the kilo of meat in your basket.

Dallin had apologized for Rigby's behavior.

He was working at the time you met him and politely refused your invitation for tea and biscuits, treats for Rigby as well.

He told you that he'll hold the invitation some other time which you agreed to.

When the day you and him drank tea, you two talked about each other and found something a common ground.

You knew Dallin loved dogs, obviously, and a certain azurite eagle named Valor, Quinn's loyal pet.

He also told you he liked the outdoors and exploring Demacia's forests, which is the reason he became a Ranger in Demacia's ranks.

During your time of friendship with him, you got to know Quinn, Dallin's boss apparently.

She was a fun woman to be with and often stole you from Dallin to have girl talks.

In one of your many girl talks, Quinn had hinted that Dallin liked you.

"No, no! Not like as friends, like as in a crush "i have a crush on you" like."

"Oh...Yeah, not gonna happen."

"What? Why not?" Quinn munched on her sandwich, breaking a piece off for Valor, who was currently perched on her shoulder, looking majestic as ever.

You leaned in, your voice low as a whisper "Does he really?"

"Yes." She swallowed thickly, downing the last piece of the sandwich. "Watch this!"

"Hey Dallin!" She called. Dallin was running on the training grounds while the Laurents were practicing their techniques. Quinn made Dallin stop on his tracks and look at her.

"You like her, right?" Quinn shouted, pointing to you. You panickedly tried to shush her.

"Yeah!" He shouted back.

"Oh yeah? Then keep running!" With that order, Dallin ran a lap once more.

"There you go." Quinn stood up, Valor taking off. "You got a date. Don't waste it! Good luck!" Then she ran off to who the hell knows where. ✨~Requests are open!~✨